No Hurry

vagabondprophet:

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

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

vagabondprophet:

“When you’ve got a song stuck in your head
That you’ve never heard before.
That’s when you’ll know I’m speaking to you,
In a language just for us.”

— Vagabond Prophet (via vagabondprophet)

Cleft Heart

vagabondprophet:

Early October when the bomb went off,

Tearing us apart.

A brother here, a sister there.

Scattered across the globe.

Like the shock had made

Roots suddenly disappear.

Wandering to find them again.

Something to anchor me to life,

And something to pretend

That none of this ever happened.

It was like walking under a tree

Green burning bright

Like a star in the night.

Until it drops its snow

Right down your back

And your spine inverts itself.

The snow no colder than

The snowball fight earlier.

But never expected.

I never expected any of this

I trusted you,

I loved you.

But after you left,

We didn’t talk for months.

You didn’t understand that.

How could you think,

Nothing would change between us?

When you tore my heart right out.

I was a child,

Not a liver,

I’m not that resilient!

Are you stupid?

Or can you just think

That wishfully?

Couldn’t you have thought wishfully,

About her too?

Build her up in your mind.

Something better than she was,

Instead of leaving me all alone with her,

The only boy around.

We were six!

Then just three,

Only boy was me.

Brothers dug for oil,

Money for their toil.

We all got new family.

Pretend it’s normal

This prefix ‘step’ for everybody.

A monosyllabic word for ignorance.

Did you have stinging nettles

In the corners of your mind,

Shrouding your secrets from yourself?

I didn’t know what a man was!

How could I instantly become?

I guess you didn’t know either.

I found a new father,

He’s never let me down.

He’s unshakable.

Yeah we talk now,

About the weather,

And the price of gas.

But it will never be the same,

I can’t think that wishfully.

I won’t struggle to get as close.

You used to hold me close,

Just to be near me,

I treasure the memory.

It was twelve years ago you left,

Twelve years with a cleft heart.

When you changed the definition of home.

I’m trying to be eloquent now,

But all I can think of,

Is just how much it hurt.

– Vagabond Prophet

Sunset begins, peach reduction in the sky
Sugars crystallizing at the boundaries of my gaze,
In just a few short hours I’ll lay down to sleep
Will my dreams turn to peat
And fertilize my reality?

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

Muddied

You spent too long in that forbidden land

Too many lungfuls of that water

To not be muddied by it.

Every time you cough

It still smells of deceit.

It’s true God forgives

I’m trying to do the same

But the problem is my nose

It works as good as ever

And the stink of deceit is still on you

From those years long ago.

– Vagabond Prophet

Jack the Ripper

Herod Agrippa

Is this all that’s left

Men like these or worse?

Where are those with strength

To aid at great length

Did they all go underground

Or just get tired of the rest of us.

Those with a gentle voice

To help us with choice

A guiding hand

To hold when the wind blows.

My sails are full

My branches are shaking

Potential to get somewhere

And potential to capsize.

Someone help me,

Show me how it’s done

Someone I can trust

Who’s gone before me.

Or am I just left to learn

What I can

From Jack the Ripper

And Herod Agrippa?

– Vagabond Prophet