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
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Spitting off the cliffside
Watch it break its membrane
And widen its trajectory
From the green rock below
To everything, simply everything.All I can think of now is how
Last time you did this
You spat whole planets into being.
Vagabond Prophet
You’re It
Let’s go cow tipping
Mirror smashing,
Chase a black cat or two.
Shake something red
At the farmers bull
And walk blindfolded across a highway.
Macbeth!
Macbeth!
Macbeth!
Adrenaline junkies
Ain’t got nothing on me,
They still use a chute.
Maybe we’ll feel alive
Just a little more
If we play tag with death.
You’re it.
– Vagabond Prophet
Blue Rose
First date I brought you a blue rose
You said nobody had ever given you one before.
A blue rose?
No.
A flower.
I couldn’t believe it,
You, my pride and joy
My flower everblooming.
I’ll spend my days being your soil,
Pruning bits that
Hinder growth.
It’ll be different for our daughter.
I’ll see to it.
One day a boy will knock for her,
Baring a flower in his hands.
Our daughter will say,
“That’s it, just one?,
Thanks but no thanks
I’ll stick with my daddy,
He knows I’m worth much more.”
– Vagabond Prophet
When I die can they cremate
My thoughts intentions and wishes?
Scatter the ashes in your garden
And know that I always wanted
The very best for everyone.
Vagabond Prophet
Radiation Therapy
Radiation therapy
Biggest oxymoron
Fight poison with poison,
Two villains make a hero right?
Call me when I can
Irradiate my demons,
That pull out the thatching
For the nests they build inside.
– Vagabond Prophet
Four people to move one patient
Two pushing the bed
Two pushing the machines
Keeping him alive.A dying person?
Or a disassembled cyborg?
Vagabond Prophet
– These are honestly the thoughts that go through my head when I see stuff like this.
Abyss either side, and narrow in the middle,
Isthmus,
Land jutting out
To meet me underfoot
And provide a way to you.
Vagabond Prophet
No Hurry
Waves lapping the shore
Nonchalant
There’s no hurry here.
All the time in the world
To reshape the world
The great architect that water is.
Let me share your surface
To traverse your great expanse
Fill me with your breath
So I can glide with ease.
No engine humming
No gasoline
Just you and me
Caressing each other.
You capsize me with a gust
And into your depths I’m thrust
No longer just a sailor, but fulfilling sailors dreams,
I become part of the vastness.
– Vagabond Prophet
Phantom
Speaking lies
Words contradict
I braid the different strands.
Cling to each other
Agree on something
And become a solid being.
A phantom I invented
Hot gases manifested,
This spectre and a hundred like it
Will haunt me till I die.
Begrudgingly
Curmudgeonly
I let go my crown of dust.
Untangle this braid
Let gas evaporate
Set me free
From my own ensnaring thoughts.
– Vagabond Prophet
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