Original Poetry about anything and everything.
The thoughts you can’t admit
Not even to yourself
So you leave them on the shelf.
In the basement I sat
Watching grown men
Circling the den.
Fighting their conditioning
Laying souls bare
Making all aware.
Instead of resentment
So very feared
Found themselves endeared.
This quilt of souls laid bare
Patches of success
Patches of failure
Somehow keeps us warm.
– Vagabond Prophet
When I was just a lad
I used to sleep outside.
I’d shut the door on my bedroom
Walk out to the backyard.
Sleep there all night long,
All year long,
After dad left
It was the only way I knew
To be closer
To that different better father.
Rain or shine
You still called me “mine.”
– Vagabond Prophet
Time carves a canyon
On my face,
Love thins to liquid
By your closeness.
It fills every crevice
Bridges every gap,
Rising to meet
The bluffs of my inadequacy
And placate all my nonsense.
– Vagabond Prophet
Diuretic of the mind,
Extruded thoughts
Shaped by force.
Dread and malevolence,
Hornets in my pockets,
All good excuses.
I know the real reason
I push everything out
At transparency o’clock.
I pluck every bit out,
All that fickle plumage,
To let you see underneath.
I don’t need both hands
To count all my friends,
I just need both hands to be thankful
For the friends I have.
– Vagabond Prophet
Tagged Game
I was tagged by the talented: @sarahmariepardy
Rules: Answer 20 questions and tag peeps you’d like to get to know.
Name: Vaughan Wesley
Nickname: Not really, feel free to give me one though.
Zodiac sign: Cancer
Height: 5′11″
Orientation: Straight man with a wonderful wife.
Nationality: Canadian and proud, I’ve actually been mistaken for a beaver before. I think it’s the tail, throws people off.
Favourite fruits: Coffee…
Fav season: I love every type of weather I really do. Favourite may be winter though, I really love it when we get snow, which unfortunately isn’t often enough.
Fav scent: Probably coffee. Baked bread is good too.
Fav colour: Green.
Fave animal: Dogs are great, but if I could tame one animal and have it for a pet I’d choose a komodo dragon. How awesome would that be to pull up in the parking lot at work to tie your dragon up while you do your shift.
Coffee, tea, hot 🍫: Coffee, for sure. If you think you know somebody who takes their coffee obsession to the next level you haven’t met me. Last time McDonald’s had their one week of free small coffee’s I had 42 myself in that week, that’s not counting the ones I made at home.
Average hrs of 💤: 5-6
Fav fictional character: Obi-Wan Kenobi is definitely up there, Darth Vader. Huge Star Wars fan. I love Woody from Toy Story and Mr. Incredible. Hermione is also amazing. Malcolm Reynolds and River Tam from Firefly also super awesome.
No. of blankets you 💤 with: 1
Dream trip: Ireland, Israel, Japan, Mexico. The next trip will likely be Mexico I love it there.
Blog created: Sometime in the spring of 2017.
I tag: @lillypads-starrynights, @friedcornflakes, @freddiecooper and anyone else who sees this and wants to consider themselves tagged! 😉
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
On our wedding day
I’d never felt taller
Maybe I just needed
A rooftop to scream off of.
Towering over everybody
Taking you by the hand,
We left as quick as possible
Tires kicking up dirt.
You still wear that dress today
And I think that’s wonderful,
I’d say you were never prettier
But I’d be lying.
You’re most beautiful
When you scowl at the sun,
For interrupting sleep
And cutting dreams short.
I’m just glad
That when the sun does rise
That you’re there at all
I really don’t get it.
You chose this
You chose me,
My body underwhelming
At the very best.
My mind plagued
With beasts and thistles,
And my soul
Struggling to float.
I’m like the arms
In a three legged race
Flailing
Most unhelpful.
But I said
I do
And
So did you.
Miracles really do happen.
– Vagabond Prophet
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
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
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
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