When you lose hair do you gain something else?
Wisdom I hope, but no greys to prove it.
What a shame.

Vagabond Prophet

Cross the partition
Take off your mask
One step at a time
Sip from a flask.
No one left
In whose presence to bask.

Vagabond Prophet

Corrugated

Have you ever met

Someone so dishonest,

That there lies must be fabricated?

Not imagined,

But built,

Out of real material.

Corrugated words,

Folded back,

Against one another.

Hoping they can bare

The weight of their

Collective despair.

– Vagabond Prophet

Vacancy

vagabondprophet:

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

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!

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

@delightfulharmonypoetry

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

Abyss either side, and narrow in the middle,
Isthmus,
Land jutting out
To meet me underfoot
And provide a way to you.

Vagabond Prophet