Original Poetry about anything and everything.
You’re breath smells
Like ashes and regret,
I’d like to tell you what I think
You just might get upset.
You’ve always been
A bone of contention
Calling me out on things
Of your invention.
You’re like a pencil
With erasers at both ends
You’re words don’t get far
And my faith in you suspends.
Always needing help
Yet rarely any offered,
You’re the last in and first out
So yes I am a scoffer.
– Vagabond Prophet
Early October when the bomb went off,Tearing us apart.
A brother here, a sister there.
Scattered across the globe.
Like the shock had made
Roots suddenly disappear.
Wandering to find them again.
Something to anchor me to life,
And something to pretend
That none of this ever happened.
It was like walking under a tree
Green burning bright
Like a star in the night.
Until it drops its snow
Right down your back
And your spine inverts itself.
The snow no colder than
The snowball fight earlier.
But never expected.
I never expected any of this
I trusted you,
I loved you.
But after you left,
We didn’t talk for months.
You didn’t understand that.
How could you think,
Nothing would change between us?
When you tore my heart right out.
I was a child,
Not a liver,
I’m not that resilient!
Are you stupid?
Or can you just think
That wishfully?
Couldn’t you have thought wishfully,
About her too?
Build her up in your mind.
Something better than she was,
Instead of leaving me all alone with her,
The only boy around.
We were six!
Then just three,
Only boy was me.
Brothers dug for oil,
Money for their toil.
We all got new family.
Pretend it’s normal
This prefix ‘step’ for everybody.
A monosyllabic word for ignorance.
Did you have stinging nettles
In the corners of your mind,
Shrouding your secrets from yourself?
I didn’t know what a man was!
How could I instantly become?
I guess you didn’t know either.
I found a new father,
He’s never let me down.
He’s unshakable.
Yeah we talk now,
About the weather,
And the price of gas.
But it will never be the same,
I can’t think that wishfully.
I won’t struggle to get as close.
You used to hold me close,
Just to be near me,
I treasure the memory.
It was twelve years ago you left,
Twelve years with a cleft heart.
When you changed the definition of home.
I’m trying to be eloquent now,
But all I can think of,
Is just how much it hurt.
– Vagabond Prophet
I need more musicI’ve got rhythm in my veins
And a heart that pumps
Not blood but a beat.
To create something
To be consumed by the ears,
To bring into life
Meaningful sound.
My heart beats
In polyrhythms,
And my feet journey
To find the melody.
So you be the woodwinds
And I’ll be the strings,
I’ll learn you first by ear,
And then by heart.
– Vagabond Prophet
If you keep words inside
You won’t explode,
You’ll just die.
Everyone will forget you,
Just occupying a grave,
Keeping it cold for the next owner.
Worse than saying too much,
Is saying too little,
If I pontificate at exhausting length
I apologize but only a little.
One day I will die
And all that will be left
Is my words,
Passed down in words.
– Vagabond Prophet
I need to.
– Vagabond Prophet
Hello what is your emergency?
Stickers we need stickers!
Is that all?
Yes sir, we’re right out.
So I ran across the building,
Borrowing from someone else.
Mam, I’ve got your stickers,
You should know people are dying.
Next time I’ll bring
Them oxygen masks,
You can find your own
Damn stickers.
– Vagabond Prophet
You don’t make your coffee like this?
Then you’re doing it wrong,
If water and grounds don’t
Spend time loving each other
What magic can there be?
Your mug deserves better,
Give it the devotion it deserves.
It’s worked so hard
To stimulate your mind
With weak and empty brews.
Instant coffee, pah
More like disdain right now!
Give it time trust me
And it’ll give fertile soil
For the seeds in your soul.
– Vagabond Prophet
On my walk to work,
Rain washes yesterday away,
Wash me like a fruit
Don’t let me go astray.
Cars go speeding by
I really hope they see me,
I’m ready for the day now
And this puddle is gleamy.
If the water keeps on coming
It’ll find what’s underground,
I pray it’s strength for the day
Something I’ve not yet found.
– Vagabond Prophet
Insurance
I am the .1 percent
Can’t be disinfected
I’m the tsunami
That can’t be detected
And for the house fire
That can’t be expected
They say insurance,
Get insurance
But insurance is just paper
You scribbled all over
Saying you’ll get money
When your world is over
Money’s just paper
And paper starts fires
This just complicates
And stirs in me a fire
So now you understand
I hope it’s all clear
If you lose everything
That you hold dear
Your paper won’t help you
I won’t be held liable
When I take your life
Like something easily pliable
Because I’m
About
to snap.
Talking to Myself
If I write you a thousand words
Will you see the picture?
Of me alone and wanting you.
If I write ten thousand words
Will you receive the comic strip?
A scene, a day in the life, lacking the warm touch of your breath.
Or maybe this
Won’t work that way
Maybe I’m just
Talking to myself
First tendrils of madness
Soaking in like butter
On warm bread.
It tickles.
Vagabond Prophet 