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Prompt Day 6

This prompt is a problem for me

I’ll address with a certain brevity.

Writing about what makes me whole?

I can’t, I’m not, don’t know anyone who is.

Next best thing?

Okay, of this I have a string.

Things that make me less broken

Of these I’ve long ago spoken.

The wind and the tide

In my dreams they reside,

Rising and falling predictably,

Something needs to be.

The change of the seasons

All the colours with such reasons,

Constant and never changing

Like his love for me.

One day I will be whole

Oh yes his works I extol,

When he comes back again

To chase away every shadow.

– Vagabond Prophet

Prompt Day 5

Curly hair, curlier thoughts

Winding back and forth upon themselves,

Maybe it’s all just one wound enough to appear plenty.

Who knows?

Eyes blue, my mood more so

Arms weak and strong in equal measure.

Legs good for walking, but bad for getting anywhere.

Pale skin, fair as they say.

Don’t know what fairness has to do with it

I just know I sunburn easily.

Self portraits, one of few things

Done better with images than with words.

For words are a varnish to make things shine,

Though with each layer the grain of the wood

Becomes less and less like the beginning product.

So I’ll cut this short, I’ll spread the varnish thin,

Thin like my hair is lately.

– Vagabond Prophet

Prompt Day 4

Strict regimen of green tea and tofu,

Exercise daily, make a five year plan

Stick to it like super glue.

Survival agenda that’s what that is.

Just kidding what a joke,

As though good intentions

And Oprah prescribed anything

Could solve anything.

How did I really do it?

I didn’t somebody else did

Let me ride on his coattails,

Victory on my behalf

Gird my heart from afar.

– Vagabond Prophet

Prompt Day 2


Snap shatter crack!

Crunch underfoot in great big boots!

Three trillion pieces scattered across the room,

Like the pieces of me buried in my past.

I never know what to say,

Believe it or not I do NOT have a way with words.

Only collecting thoughts and shaping them

Into something relevant,

Long after they’re relevant.

Say something anyways you ought

Nonsensical no matter,

If it’s loud enough we’ll get it one day.

Speak out just like I haven’t,

Yours is a story that we need to hear.

Forget the whispers of deceit

Forget the shackles of your prison

Forget the people that took your power away.

Destroy the silence with the bomb that is your truth!

– Vagabond Prophet

Prompt Day 1

Ahh yes it’s not exactly amazing

But it helps sometimes.

I’ll tell you my secret

How I am as firm and solid as I seem.

Take my hand I’ll guide you past

The smoke and the mirrors,

To this locked wooden box

With a small jar inside.

It’s my weatherproofing

I spread it on every morning

Head to toe

Ankle to earlobe spread evenly.

Endurance of any trial a piece of cake,

Winter? Easy

Sadness? Doable.

Loss of job? No problem.

A crippling fear that every damn thing I’ll ever try in my whole damn life will never amount to anything and by the end of it just be a younger looking version of my dad? I can deal with that too.

I don’t usually part with such a secret,

But since you’re asking

That’s my secret power.

– Vagabond Prophet

Drove across the line for fuel
Saving thirty cents per litre,
If I save it long enough
I might go to the theatre.

It’s getting harder and harder
To get earth to donate blood
Soon I’ll need a boat
To sail upon a flood.

Vagabond Prophet

Wood and nails
Hammer made rails
Climb just to climb.

Ascending so high
So far with each try,
And so far to fall.

Build kingdoms just to watch them fall
Have children and then see them crawl
Experience the best teacher.

So this castle though broken
Is of learning a grand token.
Go on and do great things, whoever you are.

– Vagabond Prophet

Blink

Clad in not but sand

You make clear your demand

Everything eventually runs out of blood.

The blood that launched a thousand ships

Powered by your blood,

Ironic,

Catatonic.

Blink once if you’re alive,

No I said blink not start a hurricane!

Blink twice if you can hear me,

Ugh you and your volcanic outbursts.

You mother estranged from child

You hostess with most unruly guests,

We learn but oh so slowly.

– Vagabond Prophet

Medicine

Some poisons are sweet to taste

But destined to invade,

Some medicines are bitter to the tongue

Though whole again you’ll be made.

Though it’s true not all invasions are evil

And medicine is not food

It’s going to take all your fight

To combat this blight.

Ooh to sort one’s thoughts out

Question each and every one,

It’s grueling and exhausting

If you give up I don’t blame you.

It’s less like finding a needle in a haystack,

More like finding the needle in a stack of needles,

The one with ill intent.

Do you know where to start?

First avoid any natural tendency

And see if your feet find better ground,

Then walk into the light

No matter how much it hurts.

– Vagabond Prophet