Original Poetry about anything and everything.
Tines intertwined
Chaos redefined
Rats in the cellar
Scatter in the light.
Momentum of my hand
Puckering the land
As I plant seeds
In a vacant hollow.
Hope spreading roots
Tender little shoots
Conduits of good chaos
Chasing out all ghosts.
– Vagabond Prophet
5:30 A.M.
Beep Beep Beep,
Snooze.
6:00 A.M.
Beep Beep Beep,
I should really get up
Snooze.
6:30 A.M.
Beep Beep Beep.
Okay now I really need to get up,
Those dollars aren’t going to milk themselves.
Coffee, driving, walking, lifting, dreaming.
Coffee, driving, dinner,
People I love, people I work to provide for.
Coffee, writing, more dreaming.
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5:30 A.M.
Beep beep beep
Snooze.
– Vagabond Prophet
Pfft tss Pfft tss tss
Pfft tss Khh Pfft tss Khh
Beatboxing onto paper,
Ink instead of sticks
Pages instead of cymbals.
A drummer with no skins to beat
So I’ll beat the paper back to pulp
And shape it into sticks
Just you wait and see.
Bmm Bmm bmmmm
Sts bsst bsst bmphh.
– Vagabond Prophet
Let my mind run wild
In a meadow mild
Every thought a soliloquy
Just between you and me.
You’ve been audience and stage
You’ve been lines on the page
You’ve been curtains and ropes
You’ve been keeping up my hopes.
I was always performing for you
Didn’t always know it true,
But here I am and standing tall
Awaiting my curtain call.
– Vagabond Prophet
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 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
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
Two hundred steps to
The mouth of truth
Open up that gaping maw
Crack wide the snapping jaw.
In its eye no mystery
Just a need
A need to consume
And strip my costume.
Violins play as I walk
I’ll learn your insides next
I’ll be a student of your teeth
An apprentice of true relief.
– Vagabond Prophet
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
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
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