Original Poetry about anything and everything.
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.
If you’re blind and reading braille
Touching all those little towers
Ripe with meaning.Would the rising action rise
Higher off the page?
Would the climax tower
Over every other character?
You rode into town a most glorious king
Riding on most humble of beasts,
We adorned the very street
With garments and garlands alike.
We fought to get a glimpse,
We pushed to touch your feet.
Now this, how did we get here?
We’ve now begged for your death
Begged a murderer free.
You’ve been whipped,
You’ve been beaten,
And most of all
You’ve been silent.
In 144 hours it changed
From a mob kissing your sandals,
To a mob spitting in your wounds.
We’re a fickle bunch
Most of us just wanting miracles,
Some believed your claims true
And some more afraid the same.
Can I just say thank you,
For ever thinking us worth it?
When I come knocking at your door
After breathing my last
Please don’t take me in,
Only to toss me back out
144 hours later.
– Vagabond Prophet
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.
I can’t see the dark for the light,
Can’t see the rot for the fruit.
Can’t see the problem
For the solution.
You took my colour blindness
So I can’t see green anymore.
It’s a blessing
I should count it so,
But how do I live now?
– Vagabond Prophet
Hello I’m winter
You must be spring,
I feel you splintering me apart
To let life come and sing.
You turn me to nothing
With the heat of your stance,
Did you forget this all started
With just one frozen glance.
Vagabond Prophet
If you’ll be the sun
I’ll be the moon,
Reflecting your radiance
Long after you’ve fallen.
Vagabond Prophet
300 seconds that’s all it took
To get you to sleep,
I’d sing my favourite songs
And hope you felt the vibrations
Through my chest and into yours.
You’ve known my voice for a while now
And I hope it still spells safety for you.
The older you get and more questions you ask
The more I want to know what you think of the world.
I’m not sure what to tell you,
It’s complicated my son.
Trust people?
No not that, certainly not that.
That was my mistake, it won’t be yours.
Love people?
Yes always.
Be generous?
Yes always.
Yet remember, every man woman or child
That you treat as friend,
Is enemy to themselves half the time.
Our Lord said it best,
Be as shrewd as serpents
And innocent as doves.
I’ll always hold you tight
And steady in the night,
Just as he’s held me
When I got my wounds.
I’ll sing your favourite songs
And hope you feel the vibrations
Through my chest and into yours.
– Vagabond Prophet
White hair and pale eyes to match,
Deep lines in your loose skin
Marking many winters of the body
And many more of the heart.
Mam can I ask about your chin whiskers?
Were you of such a beauty in youth
That in age it requires new roads to travel?
Now that you’re eyes are unclear
And your legs unsteady,
Majesty comes pouring off your face
Now that your words make no sense.
Don’t worry mam I understand now,
You were somebody’s queen
In a kingdom long fallen.
– Vagabond Prophet
Accents are hard
The R’s never end
And the understanding
Never begins.
So thick as to be spread
On the barrier between,
More mortar for the wall.
But when she spoke to me
In an uncommon tongue,
In the dialect of my soul
It was all over for me.
You were destined to invade
To lay claim to my heart
Shocking me into perfect communion
With wonder dripping from your lips.
– Vagabond Prophet
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