Original Poetry about anything and everything.
4.5 hours sleep
Is not enough to support
Corporate expectations.
I’ll just hope that
I get all my stumbling out
Into this journal.
Oh that my sleeplessness
Transformed to black ink
Would take forms
Unthought of in wakefulness.
So I’ll bleed ink
Until the prolonged blink
Where they begin to
Carve my headstone
With keen edged tools
And heavy blows.
They’ll lower to the grave
Luckily shaped like bed
Then and then only will I rest.
– Vagabond Prophet
To be this exhausted
With crows feet and bags under eyes,
Is to have miners on my face
Digging for gold but
Finding nothing of value.
Only an ever deepening
Trench upon my brow.
Vagabond Prophet
I wake up late and full of worry
When you find me,
You’re both judge and jury
I’m stressing unnecessary.
You sentence me to relinquish
Things that I can’t handle
For I’m nearly crushed
Even by the things I can.
Vagabond Prophet
Running like mad,
Arms flailing
Legs wheeling
Breath burning.
The bus takes the bend
And I realize
It was never the right one.
It’s sign shouting #1
Yet as it rushed up behind me
All I could think of
Was a fear of being forgotten.
Vagabond Prophet
How quickly I became bankrupt
In the absence of yourself,
I didn’t know until I left you forlorn
Abandoned in the far reaches of the echo
That I’d been living cup to cup
For a love now gone cold.When I return let there yet be
Some faint embers left in which
We can partake.
Vagabond Prophet
– This is what happens when a guy like me forgets his coffee at home before work starts.
Spring has sprung and the rains that fall softly throw the smell of flowers back up much more heavily.
5:30 A.M.
Beep Beep Beep,
Snooze.
6:00 A.M.
Beep Beep Beep,
I should really get up
Snooze.
6:30 A.M.
Beep Beep Beep.
Okay now I really need to get up,
Those dollars aren’t going to milk themselves.
Coffee, driving, walking, lifting, dreaming.
Coffee, driving, dinner,
People I love, people I work to provide for.
Coffee, writing, more dreaming.
…
…
…
5:30 A.M.
Beep beep beep
Snooze.
– Vagabond Prophet
Southeast is my favourite direction today.
Notice the frost and sunshine married for an instant,
Before the warmth overcomes the cold
Like an insect bride, consummating conqueror that she is.
– Vagabond Prophet
All week long, frigid mornings
And warm afternoons,
Cold sweats,
Hot sweats.
Thursday comes and it’s time
To wisen up, no coat
Just my experience and hope
To keep me warm until the P.M.
That’s the day that mother nature
Couldn’t hold it any longer,
Leaking out so rapidly
Not even clouds could absorb
Before soaking me through.
– Vagabond Prophet
You ever meet someone so talkative that they didn’t even realize that you were mute until years later?
Vagabond Prophet 