Another week is done
I spread out beneath the sun
To let the sun bleach the stress away
And colour me with dreams.
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Late July and overcast
Clouds as heavy as my eyelids,
Ready to spill open
And move on to better weather.
Vagabond Prophet
They call me the commuting poet,
For I conjure verses
On my way to places.
It’s remembering them
Long enough to find a pen
That’s my real weakness.
Vagabond Prophet
Uncontainable
Tallest mountains keep on growing,
Deepest seas never full,
Oxen heavily yolked
That will forever pull.
Grass that grows only to be cut,
To feed the greatest beasts
For unending preparations
For unending feasts.
Like tides that bathe the earth
Exfoliating her skin
And volcanoes erupting
Making beauty marks on her cheek.
Night skies more full of
White than black
That just hasn’t reached
Our eyes yet.
Like slugs rolled from tail to head
Everything comes to a point
That uncontainable must explode.
When the stones begin to scream
And whirlpools turned inside out
Shoot fountains into the sky,
When the earth with confetti
And pomp and circumstance
As never seen or heard before
We will no longer doubt
Will no longer reason or argue
That everything is promised for greatness.
Made to look beyond the confines of our skin,
Beyond the confines of long forgiven sin.
– Vagabond Prophet
– Thanks @josy57 for prompting me with “Promised for Greatness.” I hope you like it.

This mother died in childbirth
In the hopes of children
That may one day fly.
Though your body
Provides good ground for roots
One day they will tear them out
And soar above us all.
What could be a better
Picture of salvation?
Casting aside bark and personal gains,
To let the next generation
Grow right through the memory of you.
– Vagabond Prophet
Orange Glow
Tell time by the fire
By the licking of the flame
By the smouldering of embers.
Stirred from the ashes of yesterday
And still warm enough
For today’s beginning.
The orange glow at night
Echoing the orange glow of morning,
While at the same time
The dark of night is upheld
By twinkling distant lights,
For those nocturnal creatures
To hang their silhouettes.
It’s important to stay awake
Into the black hours
Where no city lights dare
Tarnish the sky with greasy fingers
To notice just how brightly coloured the night is.
– Vagabond Prophet
R.I.P.
One year ago today
You decided to go
Sometimes I’m in disbelief
I didn’t know
So we weep
With tears for you
As an ocean opens up
To swallow you
Gravity reversed, taking things away
While your demons on fear fed
Maybe thinking you’d find
a place for your head
Did you feel cold
And lost in desperation?
When you were standing
in the wake of devastation
We wonder what you’d say
About this grief unraveled
Maybe ‘weep not
For roads untraveled’
In the wastelands of today
When there’s nothing left to lose
You showed us how to survive
That’s a truth not a ruse
No I don’t know
Why is everything so heavy
How much water is too much
For this splintering levee
You helped so many stay afloat
And keep climbing their ladder,
Wherever you are please know
In the end, it really did matter.
– Vagabond Prophet
– Rest In Peace Chester Bennington, we miss you.
HOV Lane
If you’re the kind of personWith enough baggage to use
The carpool lane alone
You’re not alone.
Want somebody to ride with?
We’ll get more smiles per hour,
We’ll kill the suspension shortly
With the weight of it all.
Do you care?
I don’t,
When the car breaks down
Leave the baggage in the trunk
Keep on walking and watch it all burn.
– Vagabond Prophet
Procrastinate
I procrastinate everything,
Like going to the dentist.
Especially going to the dentist,
It’s been twelve long years
Since I sat in that sterile throne.
Now I’m left tonguing nothing
Where teeth used to be.
Better false teeth
Than a false smile.
– Vagabond Prophet
Campfire Thoughts
Heat taking form so long
As it has something to climb
And eyes to sting.
Standing on the shoulders
Of noble planks gone black
In the name of warmth,
In the name of romance,
In the name of mesmerizing
Souls like mine for hours on end.
Quieting and emptying
A restless mind.
Oh to surrender to that
Unstoppable goodness
So much harder than evil
Which always molds to your fancy.
– Vagabond Prophet