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
Tag: poem
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
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
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!
Macbeth!
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
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
Four people to move one patient
Two pushing the bed
Two pushing the machines
Keeping him alive.A dying person?
Or a disassembled cyborg?
Vagabond Prophet
– These are honestly the thoughts that go through my head when I see stuff like this.
Vagabond Prophet 