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Prompt Day 17

Gazing through polished panes

Longing after things with greatest pains,

Trying on some,

Walking past others.

Through the growth of more eyelids

You never really see at all,

You only see what you aren’t

What you lack, never what you are.

Window shopping can be fun

For the penniless and imaginative,

Don’t take appearances too seriously.

The ones who’ve never window shopped

Have the most to learn.

To have never wanted

To have never repressed your desires,

Never leaving behind something

Wished for on a whim.

What could you know of others?

What could you know of need

Or patience or gratitude

For something earned with sweat?

Whichever you are

Fortunate or less so

This last part is for you

And I’ll deliver with all the subtlety

Of an asteroid.

If you’re window shopping

Is better than your

Mirror gazing

It’s time to make some changes.

– Vagabond Prophet

Bones

My story not too tragic

Not terribly traumatic,

Except for the traumatic bit.

I’ve not known poverty

I’ve not known hunger,

I’m intelligent and able bodied.

Yet I feel as though life

Is harder than it should be

And after all these years

Jason Wade has said it best,

“I need you now

There’s too many miles on my bones

I can’t carry the weight of the world

No, not on my own”

So there it is, that terrible truth.

Nice to know I’m not the only one

Who walks with this weight

So burdensome and heavy.

Yet by the end of song there’s hope,

“No more heartache, no more fighting

No more fears, only flying”

Thanks for spinning fears into verses,

Matching my heartbeat to a drum beat

And singing it out loud

In that low gravelly voice of yours.

– Vagabond Prophet

– Quotes from the song ‘Flight’ by Lifehouse, who Jason Wade is the singer of.

Prompt Day 16

Oh you brilliant bohemian you!

To count the number of times you articulated

For me something shapeless.

Thoughts I’d had for years that evaded endlessly.

Every time I reached for them,

Slipping between fingers like smoke.

Yet you penned it in ink

Plainly for all to see.

Is that how you wrote so much?

Stealing thoughts of others

Transforming them into beauty.

The only kind of theft I’m happy to pardon.

How fitting, how terrible

That you should die, your blood turned to poison.

Your body wracked with pain

And your spirits lacked of wind.

As though life smiled on the grace of words,

And decided you’d had your fill of loveliness.

Thank you for doing it all the same,

You plagiarizer of my mind

You thief of dreams.

– Vagabond Prophet

       – For Rainer Maria Rilke

Prompt Day 15

In some cultures legends

The killing blow of a previous life.

Some say stork bites, other say nothing at all.

My father, myself, my son and daughter

All have the same one.

Strawberry stain on the neck.

Were we rebels in France

And all got the guillotine?

Or all facing firing squads

For crimes against the crown?

I can hide it with my hair

But of the truth I am aware,

I see it in everything

Even in this birthmark.

I am a blemished and imperfect sacrifice

And you, you were perfect lacking nothing

And took upon yourself, every killing blow.

– Vagabond Prophet