Ode

vagabondprophet:

If I could beat a drum

By just thinking

I’d be marching to a different beat.

And if I could sound off a riff

Just by skipping a step

I’d solo down the street.

If I could hum

And have cellos sing

I’d waltz everywhere.

Then I met you,

Like instruments unknown

Your sound and presence baffling.

Beyond imagination

Or composition of will,

Ode to Heaven itself.

– Vagabond Prophet

Model Cars

vagabondprophet:

Monday nights were for building model cars

Showing me how paint thinner

Thins even skin

Effortlessly.

My favourite number, yours

My favourite music, yours

My favourite colour, yours

So much that is me was you.

Then you left,

So I guess that’s what family does

First our father

Then my brothers.

Now I’m here,

Leaky gutters

And a leaky mind

And a sister and a mom.

I didn’t know how

To knit any of it

Back together,

All my teachers vanished.

– Vagabond Prophet

New Growth

vagabondprophet:

Let us go away

To the gutters of decay

See what we can find

To inspire new growth.

I’ve got sadness

Let’s turn into gladness,

And maybe this doubt

Will transform into faith.

I’ve got rage

Locked inside a cage

Maybe we can change it

Into something kinder.

That’s just what you do

The impossible it’s true,

It’s how this lump of dust

Is breathing at all.

– Vagabond Prophet