Tag: evening thoughts

Jigsaw

How can I be happy

With the world at large?

I know better,

I’ve seen the box

This puzzle came with,

Have you?

Pieces scattered everywhere,

People mistaking blue backing

For sky.

Newspapers for clouds,

Writing on the wall

For anything but

Writing on the wall.

– Vagabond Prophet

Gravity

Gravity reversed

Taking everything

Away from me.

Reality accursed

Spinning shadows

In the daylight.

Day dreams perverse

Twisting innocence

Into cruelty.

I don’t want to know

What I’d be like

If you withdrew fully.

I already look in the mirror

And think there’s too much me,

Like gravity’s reversed

Taking everything away from me.

– Vagabond Prophet

24

Sometimes not enough,

Others far too many.

Twenty four hours in a day.

Wake up bright and ready to live!

Sometimes dragging this husk around

One day closer to decay.

Life can be so taxing

And hurt just too much,

For days end I pray.

Life can be so wonderful

Full of joy and I don’t want

The end of today.

So tomorrow bring me vigor

And a thickening of skin

To become good clay.

Twenty four hours

Again coming to a close,

I just need your promise

To bring me twenty four more.

– Vagabond Prophet

Snow


Yesterday was rain

With polkadot asphalt,

The wind made a current

Sky turned white

And slowly descended.

Today is different

Frosty little tidbits

Floating down to earth.

Earth shivers at its touch

Just like a first kiss.

Liquid becomes solid

At the gentleness

Of your touch.

And you say to me,

“I colour the ground,

To remind you I’m around.”

– Vagabond Prophet

Vacancy

If sorrow plucks and pulls,

And microphones only diminish

The desperation in your voice.

If the hair on your soul

Has gone grey with worry,

Don’t lose heart.

It’s true all that’s inside

Will be coming out,

But you get to choose

What happens with the vacant space.

– Vagabond Prophet

Poke


I had this membrane in my brain

Separating good from evil,

One day I took a stick

Poke poke poke.

I was just curious

But now it’s rushing in

Past all of me

I can’t tread anymore.

When it gets past halfway

Maybe it’ll flow back

That’s when I’ll grab the tape

And make my escape.

– Vagabond Prophet