Jack the Ripper

Herod Agrippa

Is this all that’s left

Men like these or worse?

Where are those with strength

To aid at great length

Did they all go underground

Or just get tired of the rest of us.

Those with a gentle voice

To help us with choice

A guiding hand

To hold when the wind blows.

My sails are full

My branches are shaking

Potential to get somewhere

And potential to capsize.

Someone help me,

Show me how it’s done

Someone I can trust

Who’s gone before me.

Or am I just left to learn

What I can

From Jack the Ripper

And Herod Agrippa?

– Vagabond Prophet

When you lose hair do you gain something else?
Wisdom I hope, but no greys to prove it.
What a shame.

Vagabond Prophet

Cross the partition
Take off your mask
One step at a time
Sip from a flask.
No one left
In whose presence to bask.

Vagabond Prophet

Thank God
I almost ran out
Of ways to describe snow.

– Vagabond Prophet

No matter how hard I try

I can never figure you out

Just my knowing myself better.

– Vagabond Prophet

vagabondprophet:

Corrugated

Have you ever met

Someone so dishonest,

That there lies must be fabricated?

Not imagined,

But built,

Out of real material.

Corrugated words,

Folded back,

Against one another.

Hoping they can bare

The weight of their

Collective despair.

– Vagabond Prophet

Vacancy

vagabondprophet:

If sorrow plucks and pulls,

And microphones only diminish

The desperation in your voice.

If the hair on your soul

Has gone grey with worry,

Don’t lose heart.

It’s true all that’s inside

Will be coming out,

But you get to choose

What happens with the vacant space.

– Vagabond Prophet

Spitting off the cliffside
Watch it break its membrane
And widen its trajectory
From the green rock below
To everything, simply everything.

All I can think of now is how
Last time you did this
You spat whole planets into being.

Vagabond Prophet

You’re It

Let’s go cow tipping

Mirror smashing,

Chase a black cat or two.

Shake something red

At the farmers bull

And walk blindfolded across a highway.

Macbeth!

Adrenaline junkies

Ain’t got nothing on me,

They still use a chute.

Maybe we’ll feel alive

Just a little more

If we play tag with death.

You’re it.

– Vagabond Prophet

Blue Rose

First date I brought you a blue rose

You said nobody had ever given you one before.

A blue rose?

No.

A flower.

I couldn’t believe it,

You, my pride and joy

My flower everblooming.

I’ll spend my days being your soil,

Pruning bits that

Hinder growth.

It’ll be different for our daughter.

I’ll see to it.

One day a boy will knock for her,

Baring a flower in his hands.

Our daughter will say,

“That’s it, just one?,

Thanks but no thanks

I’ll stick with my daddy,

He knows I’m worth much more.”

– Vagabond Prophet

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