Daylight savings
More like nightlight displacement,
My mornings are dark again
And I couldn’t be more pleased.
Arriving for the day
Clad in silky blackness.
Vagabond Prophet
Tag: morning thoughts
Need and Needles
Driving downtown seeing all kinds of people,
Walking everywhere in haphazard zigs and zags
Unshaven, unwashed, mind reeling from life.
Existing is a heavy weight
Sometimes too much to bare,
It wrinkles the straight creases in the mind
Making things appear that weren’t
Or taking away what you’d known.
It’s not just bums who chose this life,
It’s Ricky who’d been raped as a boy,
It’s Vicki who’s children
Don’t speak to her anymore.
When there’s this much need
And needles,
It’s everyone’s problem
And there’s no fencing it in.
– Vagabond Prophet
Early Bus
How many people in homes
Do I pass riding this early bus
How many people still dreaming
Or nightmaring.
How many about to start
The best or worst days
Of their lives.
Too early to tell
Right now the day is pregnant
With potential
And not even showing yet.
– Vagabond Prophet
Cloudy sky
Crumpled velvet moody
Will the heat of the day
Make you turn blue?
Or are you resolute
To let your anger rain down?
– Vagabond Prophet
Stop Moving
I actually got some sleep
For the first time in a while,
Fortifies my being
One hour at a time.
Interesting this method you chose to energize
As if to say,
“Just stop moving
So I can move through you.”
– Vagabond Prophet
Bus ahead of schedule
Sit and wait awhile
For time to catch up with us.
Vagabond Prophet
It’s brighter every morning now
Sky more blue than grey
Shedding it’s night skin
To let the day pour fourth.Here I stand
Come smother me in light
Vagabond Prophet
Incandescent
I like commuting in the dark
No dimly lit spark
Just muscle memory
In feet you made.
Then you come over the hills
Giving me thrills
Your incandescent smile
I can see it for miles.
– Vagabond Prophet
Coerced
I always wished I was a morning person
And now I’ve been forced
Coerced into the single digit A.M.
– Vagabond Prophet
Make Haste
It’s so damn early
Why am I up?
I’m the only one
On this bus.
Darkness for a while yet
What’s a man to do
To see night prevail
Long before light comes
To claim victory.
Cast out every shadow!
Reach out with burning hand
Strike these shadows.
You call me child of light
But all I’ve ever known is darkness.
Don’t wait long
Come eat up this fog,
Take what’s yours
This day and all to come.
– Vagabond Prophet
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