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
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
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.
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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
Let my mind run wild
In a meadow mild
Every thought a soliloquy
Just between you and me.
You’ve been audience and stage
You’ve been lines on the page
You’ve been curtains and ropes
You’ve been keeping up my hopes.
I was always performing for you
Didn’t always know it true,
But here I am and standing tall
Awaiting my curtain call.
– Vagabond Prophet
I was the bird and you the gale,
Flap as I may I always needed you,
You could dash me to the ground too,
And you have time and time again.
Maybe to remind me my wings
Are only as good as the air
You place beneath them,
I’m not free
You could take the sky from me.
– Vagabond Prophet
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