Original Poetry about anything and everything.
Days in a row now
You’ve got your stool in the foyer,
Gnarled fingernails
Classical guitar.
Strumming and plucking,
Most beautifully
Did somebody hire you?
Or did you just see a need?
For those with cancer
You play in C minor,
Important work you’re doing.
You minstrel of meningitis,
Troubadour of tuberculosis
Don’t give up we need you so.
– Vagabond Prophet
Just when I think I can do this on my own
You kill the lights,
“See how you shine, without being known.”
I fumble and mumble
Can’t find the light switch,
I stagger and stumble.
Mind bleaching
Colour stripping
Hand reaching.
“Need me back do you?”
You say it’s okay, already died for that,
For this fault you always knew.
– Vagabond Prophet
Sleeping in same bed
Yet time zones apart from one another,
Him straining for a future hoping it’s different
Her yearning for a past that never changes.
Different beds now,
Followed their watches
Did either get what they wanted?
Will I always be haunted,
Wondering if it could have been different?
What if they’d got help
What if we switched leftover night
To Thursdays?
There was never anything left of them by Friday.
My rumination waxing
Never gets any answers,
Just resolutions.
It’ll be different for me.
– Vagabond Prophet
Sometimes I miss sleeping outside.
Resting in time with the earth,
Waking to the wind or the rain or snow
Gently prodding me awake.
When you wake to find
Everything smooth as silk
And charming as Rilke,
You’re already in paradise.
Tines intertwined
Chaos redefined
Rats in the cellar
Scatter in the light.
Momentum of my hand
Puckering the land
As I plant seeds
In a vacant hollow.
Hope spreading roots
Tender little shoots
Conduits of good chaos
Chasing out all ghosts.
– Vagabond Prophet
I’m pretty normal
I like plaid and fire,
Trying to find another
Man to admire.
Damned near impossible
So if you’re halfway decent
Find me please,
I’ve been searching until recent.
I’m the guy in plaid
Trying to start a fire.
– Vagabond Prophet
Old memories like leather
Aging in the sun,
Of a family no longer there.Phantom pains from a leg,
I no longer have.
5:30 A.M.
Beep Beep Beep,
Snooze.
6:00 A.M.
Beep Beep Beep,
I should really get up
Snooze.
6:30 A.M.
Beep Beep Beep.
Okay now I really need to get up,
Those dollars aren’t going to milk themselves.
Coffee, driving, walking, lifting, dreaming.
Coffee, driving, dinner,
People I love, people I work to provide for.
Coffee, writing, more dreaming.
…
…
…
5:30 A.M.
Beep beep beep
Snooze.
– Vagabond Prophet
Pfft tss Pfft tss tss
Pfft tss Khh Pfft tss Khh
Beatboxing onto paper,
Ink instead of sticks
Pages instead of cymbals.
A drummer with no skins to beat
So I’ll beat the paper back to pulp
And shape it into sticks
Just you wait and see.
Bmm Bmm bmmmm
Sts bsst bsst bmphh.
– Vagabond Prophet
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