The Gale


I was the bird and you the gale,

Flap as I may I always needed you,

You could dash me to the ground too,

And you have time and time again.

Maybe to remind me my wings

Are only as good as the air

You place beneath them,

I’m not free

You could take the sky from me.

– Vagabond Prophet

Gravity

vagabondprophet:

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

Miracles

vagabondprophet:

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

Water Wind Fire

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

Water

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

Fear and Trembling

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

Calm to Thrill

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

Solitary Refinement Chapter 31

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!

Chin Whiskers

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