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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Percolator Love

You’ve been percolating

Just for me,

While I imitate life.

When I’m weary and afflicted

From a fitful sleep, fears reoccurred,

You’re waiting for me.

Epitome of bittersweet,

Bitter enough I need you,

Sweet enough I want you.

Electrify my mind,

Like soul adrenaline

I’ll dance if you ask.

Could we be like before?

When I’d stay up all night,

Just to be with you?

Nowadays more like a crutch,

Keeping weariness at bay

And I hate that.

I want the excitement again

Of first love’s

First sip.

But coffee my dear,

How ever far you stray

You still make my day.

– Vagabond Prophet

Baffled

I haven’t words for this

Truth so plain

It confuses me

Bruises me.

You formed this clay

And decreed it clever

But I go to bed each night

Baffled by your might.

That you would decide

Without a second thought

From your throne in the sky

“for this one I will die.”

– Vagabond Prophet

Weight of the World

An old man

Wearing both belt and suspenders,

What are you so afraid of?

Does the weight

Of the world

Weigh more heavily

On your shoulders?

Does time sink heavily

On your body

And you maintain the illusion

Of being uplifting?

Are there too many secrets

Hiding in your pockets

Such mass as to double

As an anchor?

Life can be so crippling

And you’ve endured so long,

Perhaps at that age I too

Will take all the help I can get.

– 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

Double Decker Grave

It’s easy to say I want to kiss you,

Who wouldn’t

You’re a garden overflowing with sweetness

Your lips the secret gate.

It’s easy to say

I want to share a bed or a whole life with you.

Like anyone I desire

Love and acceptance and pleasure.

But I want to go beyond

Set apart from the rest,

I want to share a grave.

Together in time

We’ll enrich the soil

And our last children together

Will be trees growing side by side.

– Vagabond Prophet

Bad Part of Town

They call this

The ‘bad’ part of town

The part with the foodbank

And the building for supervised visits.

Families separated

Estranged by circumstance,

Needy, not bad

Desperate not volatile.

I’ll tell you about

The bad part of town,

It’s up on the hill

It’s all chrome and glass.

Throwing food away

Every single day

Ignoring their children

Who just want to play.

– Vagabond Prophet

Sorrowproof

Melancholy pounds away

At the edges of myself.

Finding all the weak seems.

It seeps into my tissue

Swirling around tempestuously

Like cream poured into ice coffee.

Please give me strength

To stitch up my side

Painful as it will be

To push the needle in

Just to pull it back out.

It’s the only way to keep myself

Sorrowproof.

– Vagabond Prophet