Ladder

I’ve taken many steps

Most of them in circles.

If I could pluck

Them from the ground,

String them up

In a great big line

Would it reach you?

– 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

vagabondprophet:

Same above as below

Like a still lake

At first light

Reflecting sun and sky.

That’s how I want to reflect you.

Help me?

– Vagabond Prophet

Waiting

Nose cold as glass

Sidewalk irridescent

Gardens crystalizing

I hope this bus is on time.

– Vagabond Prophet

Same above as below

Like a still lake

At first light

Reflecting sun and sky.

That’s how I want to reflect you.

Help me?

– Vagabond Prophet

Winter Sun

Winter sun burning brightly,

Effervescent rays

Tickling my nose.

Hot and cold

Simultaneously,

I don’t know how to feel.

Feels warm on my face,

My bones however feel cold

My ears are red like cherries.

Even this points to you,

You give what we need,

Not what we want.

– Vagabond Prophet

– I love winter, a lot.

Lunar Lamplight

Dark yet outside

Can just make out your shape

By luminescent lunar lamplight.

Standing boldly in the courtyard

Stretching to the sky

Fingers reaching desperately.

Little bit’s broken by ice

But you’re still climbing

Aching to be higher.

Almost time to get your leaves back,

Each ring that gets added

You get closer to the heavens.

– Vagabond Prophet

Weighted Blanket

vagabondprophet:

The sky is falling

Rains like a weighted blanket,

Saying to the world,

“Hush now, you’ll be more productive after you rest.”

– Vagabond Prophet

Hair pouring down your back
A black and long cascade,
I’ll get lost inside it
As it tries to consume me.
Like liquid night
Adorning the brightest of faces.

Vagabond Prophet

When Kids are in Trouble and Dad is a Writer

vagabondprophet:

You have disobeyed

And this is what you’ve wrought

You shall feel

The full weight of my wrath.

I have sojourned here

At speeds illegal

I am pregnant with displeasure

At your little mutiny.

Thought to stage a coup?

How cute.

Your maliciousness inherited

Diluted, inexperienced.

I’ve reduced men to tears

With naught but words,

Now they’re pointing at you

What say you!?

I’ve shattered souls

With a lonely syllable.

This little rebellion of yours,

Adorable.

In me that blood

Is at full strength

Seething, writhing, searching,

I reign it in always.

But not today

For you have incurred

The full arsenal

Of my fury.

When you’re older

We’ll rebel together

Against forces unjust,

But today thou shalt suffer.

You will scrub and sweep

You will repent

You miscreant you,

You will beg for rest before days end.

I love you so

And this is how

I show it today,

To insure tomorrow is different.

– Vagabond Prophet

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