Baby Steps

Everywhere I go

I see grown ass men

Taking baby steps

To avoid collisions

With their decisions.

– Vagabond Prophet

Like a jerk with a slingshot I’ve annoyed you from afar, will you come near if I wish upon a star?

Vagabond Prophet

Birds

Chitter chatter

Pitter patter,

Birds alight on trees.

You smile and prance

A playful dance

All for things like these.

– Vagabond Prophet

Ode

vagabondprophet:

If I could beat a drum

By just thinking

I’d be marching to a different beat.

And if I could sound off a riff

Just by skipping a step

I’d solo down the street.

If I could hum

And have cellos sing

I’d waltz everywhere.

Then I met you,

Like instruments unknown

Your sound and presence baffling.

Beyond imagination

Or composition of will,

Ode to Heaven itself.

– Vagabond Prophet

Ladder

I’ve taken many steps

Most of them in circles.

If I could pluck

Them from the ground,

String them up

In a great big line

Would it reach you?

– Vagabond Prophet

Model Cars

vagabondprophet:

Monday nights were for building model cars

Showing me how paint thinner

Thins even skin

Effortlessly.

My favourite number, yours

My favourite music, yours

My favourite colour, yours

So much that is me was you.

Then you left,

So I guess that’s what family does

First our father

Then my brothers.

Now I’m here,

Leaky gutters

And a leaky mind

And a sister and a mom.

I didn’t know how

To knit any of it

Back together,

All my teachers vanished.

– Vagabond Prophet

New Growth

vagabondprophet:

Let us go away

To the gutters of decay

See what we can find

To inspire new growth.

I’ve got sadness

Let’s turn into gladness,

And maybe this doubt

Will transform into faith.

I’ve got rage

Locked inside a cage

Maybe we can change it

Into something kinder.

That’s just what you do

The impossible it’s true,

It’s how this lump of dust

Is breathing at all.

– Vagabond Prophet

Waiting

Nose cold as glass

Sidewalk irridescent

Gardens crystalizing

I hope this bus is on time.

– Vagabond Prophet

Winter Sun

Winter sun burning brightly,

Effervescent rays

Tickling my nose.

Hot and cold

Simultaneously,

I don’t know how to feel.

Feels warm on my face,

My bones however feel cold

My ears are red like cherries.

Even this points to you,

You give what we need,

Not what we want.

– Vagabond Prophet

– I love winter, a lot.

Lunar Lamplight

Dark yet outside

Can just make out your shape

By luminescent lunar lamplight.

Standing boldly in the courtyard

Stretching to the sky

Fingers reaching desperately.

Little bit’s broken by ice

But you’re still climbing

Aching to be higher.

Almost time to get your leaves back,

Each ring that gets added

You get closer to the heavens.

– Vagabond Prophet