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Our DNA braided together
To make a brand new person,
Now laying in our bed
Perpendicular to logic itself.

I’ll be woken by a sleepy kick
In the jaw or the nose,
But to lose her and gain sleep
Would be the stuff of nightmares.

Vagabond Prophet

Render flesh from bone
That by its strength
My weakness will atone.

Vagabond Prophet

     – There’s a chance that I may or may not but definitely did utter this in my kitchen, in my villain voice, while picking the meat off a rotisserie chicken for my lunch. Would somebody kindly tell me what the hell is wrong with me?

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.

Yes, let’s lament.  Do you know how haltingly,

how begrudgingly, your blood turned back,

when you summoned it from its incomparable circling?

And how bewildered it was to take up again

the body’s trivial circulations; and with what mistrust

and stonishment it entered the placenta,

and then suddenly it was itred from the long journey back.

And you drove it, you shoved it forward,

you dragged it to the site of fire, as

one flails a group of animals to the sacrifice;

and you even wanted it to be happy there.

And at last you compelled it:  and it was happy,

and it ran to you and surrendered itself up.  You thought,

because you were used to another scale,

that it would take but a little while, but

now you were in time, and time is long.

And time passes, and time increases, and time

is like a relapse into an endless illness.

How short your life turned out to be, measured

against those hours when you sat silently

bending the many energies of your multifarious

future back down into this new child-sprout,

which once again was fate.  O painful labor.

O labor beyond all strength.  Day after day

you did it, dragged yourself to it,

extracted the lovely weft from the loom

and used all your threads in another way.

And in the end you even had the spirit to celebrate.

Rainer Maria Rilke

I’ve no sense of direction
You provide me with wind to find my way
Holding wet fingers up high following your breath.

All sound is born from silence
And you created both.
Only you could dash me to pieces
And have it somehow leave me whole.

Vagabond Prophet