I actually got some sleep
For the first time in a while,
Fortifies my being
One hour at a time.
Interesting this method you chose to energize
As if to say,
“Just stop moving
So I can move through you.”
– Vagabond Prophet
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Bus ahead of schedule
Sit and wait awhile
For time to catch up with us.
Vagabond Prophet
It’s brighter every morning now
Sky more blue than grey
Shedding it’s night skin
To let the day pour fourth.Here I stand
Come smother me in light
Vagabond Prophet
Muddied
You spent too long in that forbidden land
Too many lungfuls of that water
To not be muddied by it.
Every time you cough
It still smells of deceit.
It’s true God forgives
I’m trying to do the same
But the problem is my nose
It works as good as ever
And the stink of deceit is still on you
From those years long ago.
– Vagabond Prophet
Code Blue
Code blue in the ICU
Chest compressions
Clear!
Yellow gowns
People crowded
At your departure bay.
Bed springs squeak
Chances bleak
At least you’ll look
Good in black.
No time to think
Just to react
Curtains closing
On your final act.
Natural progress of death
They told me
Organs failing
One after another.
Round two
Won’t be long now
Dangling from the line
Where fate and hope intertwine.
The family’s tears
Pent up for years
Comes rushing forth
The moment you flatlined.
– Vagabond Prophet
King David
Oh King David,
King of the land
Chosen one to spread the word.
How low you have fallen!
Even Kings are men,
And men are weak.
Hands moved to action
By deceit in our hearts,
And conviction wanes.
Did your spirit cry out
Against your flesh?
When you claimed her as yours
And murdered her lover?
Did any grain of wisdom
Resist the surge of want?
Or did it simply slope,
Beneath the weight of sin.
Your men were off at war
And you sat idle
Baring bitter fruit.
Your shoulders though broad
Could not bare the souls of men
Much less resist the evil one.
That came after you,
And somehow you’re called
A man after his own heart.
Curious, if
A murderer
Liar,
Adultering,
King,
Can somehow be justified,
Maybe there’s hope for me yet.
– Vagabond Prophet
Incandescent
I like commuting in the dark
No dimly lit spark
Just muscle memory
In feet you made.
Then you come over the hills
Giving me thrills
Your incandescent smile
I can see it for miles.
– Vagabond Prophet
Jack the Ripper
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
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