Do you think I bow out cause I think you’re right?
Or cause I don’t want to fight?
We lay down seething, smell our pillows burn and drift off to the place where you’d think we’d learn
The Tragically Hip
Tag: spilled poetry
Waiting for the clouds to split wide open, release their payload and wash me clean.
– Vagabond Prophet
Empty Lot
Empty lot sitting for years
Used to have a house
Full of broken people.
Now it’s jubilee!
Earth has reclaimed it
Swallowed up concrete
With thorns and leaves and grass.
No policy or strategy
Could do a better job,
To restore a bit of peace
To a hurting part of town.
– Vagabond Prophet
Moon sliver hanging bright
A fingernail in the night,
Scratch away my surface
So we can bleed into one another.
Vagabond Prophet
Borders
Let’s make some changes
Can we get rid of borders
Guns and money?
I feel panic slip in
The fissures between thoughts.
Numbers on a spreadsheet,
My exactly lacking worth.
That’s what I fear
Not bears or cancer.
Numbers only tell me
How much I can’t give
To the hungry and alone.
So take down borders
Let the people come
I’ll feed them all
With infinite wealth.
Ignorance might not be bliss
But it just may fill a mouth.
– Vagabond Prophet
Halo
Eyes aren’t yet focused
Every street light
Has a halo
I walk to the stop
Guided by angels.
– Vagabond Prophet
I sit here at the keyboard every night, just trying to pour out every last drop of the day.
Vagabond Prophet
Jigsaw
How can I be happy
With the world at large?
I know better,
I’ve seen the box
This puzzle came with,
Have you?
Pieces scattered everywhere,
People mistaking blue backing
For sky.
Newspapers for clouds,
Writing on the wall
For anything but
Writing on the wall.
– Vagabond Prophet
Welding 101
Person 1: “Why are you always hugging me?”
Person 2:” A teacher once told me that you can’t weld anything together except metal. I just really want to prove them wrong.”
– Vagabond Prophet
You dare ask what’s in my head
Then you dare venture to lands of the dead,
You dare risk not waking from your bed.
I look in the mirror
And I’m unsure of who I see,
I walk in this body but me is not who I be.
I’ve lost my soul, feeling things I have never felt, maybe I am not myself.
Maybe I just need to see someone,
Maybe I just need help.
It’s okay to not be okay. Just get help.
– smokeinfreshair
Vagabond Prophet 