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A Day in the Life

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.

…

…

…

5:30 A.M.

Beep beep beep

Snooze.

– Vagabond Prophet

Back to Pulp


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

Curtain Call


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

The Gale


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

Miracles

vagabondprophet:

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

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

Water Wind Fire

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