
You called me precious
Held me close
Putting up fences
To not let my colour bleed out.
– Vagabond Prophet
Original Poetry about anything and everything.

You called me precious
Held me close
Putting up fences
To not let my colour bleed out.
– Vagabond Prophet
Gravity reversed
Taking everything
Away from me.
Reality accursed
Spinning shadows
In the daylight.
Day dreams perverse
Twisting innocence
Into cruelty.
I don’t want to know
What I’d be like
If you withdrew fully.
I already look in the mirror
And think there’s too much me,
Like gravity’s reversed
Taking everything away from me.
– Vagabond Prophet
On our wedding day
I’d never felt taller
Maybe I just needed
A rooftop to scream off of.
Towering over everybody
Taking you by the hand,
We left as quick as possible
Tires kicking up dirt.
You still wear that dress today
And I think that’s wonderful,
I’d say you were never prettier
But I’d be lying.
You’re most beautiful
When you scowl at the sun,
For interrupting sleep
And cutting dreams short.
I’m just glad
That when the sun does rise
That you’re there at all
I really don’t get it.
You chose this
You chose me,
My body underwhelming
At the very best.
My mind plagued
With beasts and thistles,
And my soul
Struggling to float.
I’m like the arms
In a three legged race
Flailing
Most unhelpful.
But I said
I do
And
So did you.
Miracles really do happen.
– Vagabond Prophet
Strongest things are shapeless,
Water
Wind
Fire.
You’ve given me shape.
Though filled with water,
Though driven by wind,
Though captivated by fire.
You’ve given formless things form
Inside this full formed man,
You gave this full formed man
Strength in things formless.
– Vagabond Prophet
If you live in the ocean
Anything can be a home,
A sponge, a dead thing, a larger animal.
Water levels rise
Oceans never fill,
Mountains sink into the sea
Kingdoms dissolve and fall
Making waves foam and nibble
On the hem of our homes,
Preparing the land to be home
For the sea itself.
Whether from above, the side or underneath.
It never stops, all degrades and blurs
All turns to water and water thirsts to spread.
When it makes its home in me
I just pray it finds me a sponge,
Soaking every bit of fervent life,
Not just another dead thing.
– Vagabond Prophet
Work out your salvation with fear and trembling,
You told me long ago whispering in my ear.
I was wondering about resting sometime soon.
I was wondering about the load on my back.
Work a miracle in me, turn my weakness to strength
Make my sleep actually do something.
You who sees beauty where there’s none,
But you see it til it’s real.
You who hears music in the stillness
Until we all sway to an ancient melody.
Work a miracle in me,
For I am afraid
And I am trembling.
– Vagabond Prophet
Hot to chill
Calm to thrill,
Rage to despair
I don’t even care.
You can throw your mood up and down
You can rent a loft in town,
You won’t beguile
With either tears or smile.
You can use all your wit
You can throw a fit,
Reloading your charm
Like it’s a firearm.
You want between skin and rib
You cancer so glib,
You’re very scent presaging
The war that you’re waging.
I don’t care what you want
Nor how you may haunt,
I’ll leave no quarter
You miser you thwarter.
– Vagabond Prophet
You showed us how to be proud
Without ignoring the problems,
The cancer in your brain
Eroding your beautiful mind
And you didn’t even talk about it.
You spoke of a different cancer
Cancer of the nation,
Our conditioning to ignore
Those here before.
– Vagabond Prophet
R.I.P. Gordon Downie, we miss you.
In the echo of your urgency
I discovered an emergency.
Your voice delicate and beautiful,
Like a spiderweb laden with dew.I hear the panic in your voice
When you can’t make a choice,
I reminded you if you’re over your head
That’s how you know it’s the truth.
Dear Honourable Deborah Fletcher May 10 2018
Good morning your honour and the jury. Sorry I’ve never been on webcam before and as I wish to be thorough I have written down my statement so I will be reading it in its entirety. I apologize if that seems rude but I don’t want to miss any details as I know they are important for the jury and their decision.
The events of the night of April 28th 2018 as I experienced them are as follows. I had earlier in the day had the first visit from my wife that I had had in the entire time I had spent incarcerated. I was informed that she was having an affair with my best friend and was seeking a divorce.
Later that night my cellmate Kal attempted to climb into my bunk to assault me. I know this because he had threatened me a week earlier saying he was going to assault me sexually and that I wouldn’t be able to escape him. I had tried to tell a guard once but he simply ignored my worries and told me to get in my cell before lights out.
So on the night of April 28th when Kal made his approach I made a wide slash at his face with a broken knife I had obtained from the kitchen. When he grabbed my wrist and wrenched it free and continued his ascent I grabbed my second knife. This one also obtained from the kitchen that I took cooking classes in. I made a straight lunge into Kal’s throat while both his hands were gripped onto the bed frame ready to swing himself on top of me. He bled down all over his own bed and fell to the ground. I regret my actions and regard them as morally wrong. My actions were done in self defense. Between the jarring news I had received from my wife just hours before, and the threat of this assault made a week prior I was in a state of incredible anxiety and was not in control of my own actions. A guard by the name of Mark then took me to a room in the hospital wing where I would be looked over in the morning to see if I had sustained any injuries myself. I remember walking into the hospital wing, seeing Ziggy in one room, I think he hit his head outside slipping in some mud. I also saw Trevor in another room, I don’t know what was wrong with him or why he was there. I was led to a third room and left to spend the night there. There had been terrible weather, wind and rain that day. There was a brief power outage in the middle of the night for maybe ten minutes, I remember the lights in the hallway going off and it taking a while for them to come back on. In that time the lights were off I heard screaming and smashing in the next room and ran to see what had happened.
In Trevor’s room I saw Ziggy on top of Trevor with his hands closed tightly around his throat, he may have struck him in the throat to start as he was coughing up blood and struggling for air. I ran over to try to pull Ziggy off but just as I grabbed Ziggy by the shoulders Trevor pulled a blade from his pocket and stabbed it through Ziggy’s temple. I got a lot of Ziggy’s blood on my hands and then I was left to watch Ziggy slump off dead and Trevor die shortly after gasping for breath through his shattered windpipe. I went yelling for help and soon people came and told me to go back to my room. Shortly after the lights came back on.
I was surprised at first to see Ziggy attacking Trevor the way he did. I then thought back on some of Ziggy’s past actions, and what I’ve learned about Trevor since and it started to make sense. Ziggy had previously made me an offer to commit violence to protect me from Kal before. Since Trevor’s death I have learned about his past crimes, those of being a serial rapist and pedophile. If Ziggy knew this it would only make it more likely that he would do what he did. His own crimes being ones of vengeance against sexual misconduct, if he learned the truth about Trevor he could have wanted to lay down justice as he saw fit. Trevor and I had up until recently had an agreement that I would do a portion of his chores and he would keep me safe from Kal. Having previously tried to offer me protection, if he learned about the fact that Trevor had retracted his own protection from me from a known sex predator, combined with the knowledge about Trevor’s own gross sexual misconduct I have very little doubt about why he may justify taking matters into his own hands the way he did.
That is the extent of my knowledge concerning the events of the night of April 28th 2018. Thank you Judge Fletcher and the jury.
P.S. Drop me a line!