Tag: spilled prose

vagabondprophet:

Percolator Love

You’ve been percolating

Just for me,

While I imitate life.

When I’m weary and afflicted

From a fitful sleep, fears reoccurred,

You’re waiting for me.

Epitome of bittersweet,

Bitter enough I need you,

Sweet enough I want you.

Electrify my mind,

Like soul adrenaline

I’ll dance if you ask.

Could we be like before?

When I’d stay up all night,

Just to be with you?

Nowadays more like a crutch,

Keeping weariness at bay

And I hate that.

I want the excitement again

Of first love’s

First sip.

But coffee my dear,

How ever far you stray

You still make my day.

– Vagabond Prophet

Joe


Old brick buildings

New little cafes,

If walls had eyes

Would they remember

What used to be there?

Barista calls out,

“Black coffee for Joe”

And the walls reminisce

About when it was a barbershop.

And Joe was in

Every week for a shave,

Maybe Joe remembers too

And it keeps him coming back.

– Vagabond Prophet

Spotlight

Sticks beating drums

Under dim light,

Red finish on the shells

Glint of cymbals.

Strings being strummed

Chords being plucked,

Melodies sung

Stories told.

I enjoyed it so,

Moving the air

And it moving people.

Most of all I loved

People enjoying

Something of my creation

And always asking for more.

– Vagabond Prophet

Another Scotch

vagabondprophet:

When the little hand hits twelve

On the face of my watch,

I’ll get off this chair

And pour another scotch.

Yellow and sweet

In a vicious kind of way,

Taking down fences

Ferrel words at end of day.

In the morning it’s coffee

I’ll be electrically afflicted

I bounce between these tonics

When my words are constricted.

The right words never come

My mind held on a scale,

Swatted like a horsefly

Tossed by the gale.

Buzzing energetic,

All business and astute,

Or brilliant in my torpor

But wordless as a brute.

This erratic crazed ballet

Doesn’t really help,

Should make better choices,

Kale, beets, and kelp

If my habits are nonsensical

If you could call me crazy,

I’m halfway to genius

At least I’m not lazy.

– Vagabond Prophet

          – Not going to lie, I was trying to write something else and it wasn’t working so I wrote this about writers block..