Tag Archives: April Is Poetry Month

DROWN


drown
drown by vagabond©

drown

she was beautiful
she had a strength
that was without comparison
all life came
from within her
when the moon was full
she raged and
she had a depth
no one was able to reach
for fear of being crushed
her mysteries
were sacred
and hers to own
and she would give up
nothing
i was foolish
to think she would
in fear and awe
as i drowned
alone
in my unknowing
on a cloudless night
with a pale yellow moon
as my only witness

-vagabond ©

Note: April being poetry month i wanted to challenge myself to have a poem with an accompanying piece of art for each day of the month posted here in this space… Share what you like… both online and off…

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PURPLE REIGN


purple reign
purple reign by vagabond ©

purple reign

it’s difficult
to imagine
the size
of this void
difficult to calculate
the lack

you occupied
such a huge space
of foreign wonder
that only seemed
familiar
because you engineered
a bridge
of graffiti sound

you heard things
no one would
believe
listening to crying doves
under a glittering
cherry moon

without you
all that potential noise
will be lost to us
like tears in
purple rain
time
to say goodbye

-vagabond ©

Note: April being poetry month i wanted to challenge myself to have a poem with an accompanying piece of art for each day of the month posted on in this space… Except yesterday… yesterday Prince died and i couldn’t post anything… i heard that Blade Runner was one of Prince’s favorite movies and felt inspired… Share what you like… both online and off…

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GOD IS AN ANARCHIST


God Is An Anarchist
god is an anarchist by vagabond ©

god is an anarchist

the second coming
was not unlike the first
feeding the hungry
sheltering the homeless
healing the sick
washing the feet of prostitutes
talking about love

2000 years to get it right
instead they inverted it
made jesus a toll booth
operator in heaven
i suppose
the message got
lost in translation
somewhere along the line

when they asked him
about his politic
he answered
god is an anarchist
and that alone was enough
they crucified him
on a wheel with an “A” in it
as a punishment
to all our future
crimes against the state

but it was too late
his selfless example
got to even
the most cynical among us
and we rioted in the streets
going toe to toe with the cops
as they kept a perimeter
around his crucifixion

we broke the line
of cops around him
and with his last breath
he whispered
that his death
would be worthwhile
if we should go
make heaven on earth
and so we did

-vagabond ©

Note: April being poetry month i wanted to challenge myself to have a poem with an accompanying piece of art for each day of the month posted here in this space… Share what you like… both online and off…

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SUCCESS


Success.jpg
success by vagabond ©

success

it’s not what you think
it’s much more complicated than that
it’s not the money
or the sex
or the booze
or the drugs
or the accolades
that’s all window dressing distraction
that’s all flash and pan and smoke
nothing you can hold onto
nothing worth having

the battle is bigger
and deeper than that
when you’re poor
and lonely
and hung over
and broken
and unknown
and you keep going
out of the madness consuming you
you’ll know what it means
you’ll know then
and only then
what it is
but not before

sleeping with your boots on
every night
strapping on your gun belt
every morning
reaching for the iron on your hip
every day
to show the demons
delivering your failures
what you have for them
when the disappointments
just keep coming
one after another
when you’ve taken
one too many slugs
and gotten up
one too many times
critics with no skin in the game
shaking their heads as if to say stay down

at first they’ll think
you’re crazy
but then they’ll respect your tenacity
not that it matters what they think
and when they ask you
what your secret is
you can tell them
because that’s where the horror of it is
you can tell them
always clear your throat
of blood and dirt
before you rise
from the shallow grave they dug for you
and if they don’t understand
it’s not because you weren’t clear
but because they know
your demons are their demons too
and they didn’t have the courage
or the constitution
to risk it all on giving in
to a life of failure

-vagabond ©

Note: April being poetry month i wanted to challenge myself to have a poem with an accompanying piece of art for each day of the month posted here in this space… Share what you like… both online and off…

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SCI-FI


SCI-FI.jpg

sci-fi

you were under the impression
that time is linear
moving in one direction
so you did what you wanted
wrote bad checks
that only bounce
once the next generation
comes of age
you say history
repeats itself
but again
only in one direction
the past rolling
past the present
and into the future

she was all of 4 feet
45 pounds
wearing a gas mask
to big for her head
and without shoes
holding the weight
of the future
at your head
and not at all afraid
to pull the trigger
and you asked
who is she and
how did she get here
and she says
time is not linear
and pulls the trigger
all your time spilling out of your head
on to the white
marble bank floor

when the police investigation begins
witnesses can’t identify
the assailant
no one recognizes
their own future
or anyone else’s for that matter
when confronted with it
as quickly as she came
she was gone
changing our past
altering your present
rolling the dice on her future

the lead detective
was getting bogged down
in minutiae
he pulled back to macro
remembering why everything
about this crime felt so familiar
noticing a pattern
this wasn’t the first time
a no one came from some where
to kill here and now
there were more than a handful
of these cases growing cold
all over the world
in government offices
and in board rooms of corporations
and he floated a theory
but only to himself
a theory that if true
would keep this case cold
what if the future
is coming back
not to alter itself
but to make the past pay
in the present

-vagabond ©

Note: April being poetry month i wanted to challenge myself to have a poem with an accompanying piece of art for each day of the month posted in this space here… Share what you like… both online and off…

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REALITY SHOW


REALITY SHOW
reality show by vagabond ©

reality show

the world has already ended
it’s in syndication
and the reruns of history
blur the storylines of the present
becoming less interesting
each time they air
and it’s difficult to separate
the reality from the show
the networks of power
constantly asking us to
please stand by
as it all goes wrong
and so we do so thinking
it’s not supposed to be like this
but unable to turn it off
because there are so many channels
showing the same shit show
as the world ends again
they claim that this is unscripted
but no one really believes that
when despite the horrors
the hollow familiarity
of it all is what comforts us
unable to resist the allure
of the life in the commercial
promising us we can
claim everything of nothing
in exchange for something else
despite the end of the world
having come and gone
and come again and gone
and come again and gone

-vagabond ©

Note: April being poetry month i wanted to challenge myself to have a poem with an accompanying piece of art for each day of the month posted in this space here… Share what you like… both online and off…

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NOTHING TO BE GAINED HERE


nothing to be gained here

 

nothing to be gained here

please move on
there’s nothing to see here
nothing for sale
there’s a cost to this
a price to pay
but nothing that can be bought
with money
don’t be afraid
there’s nothing to fear
it’s just that
there’s nothing to be gained here

– vagabond ©

Note: April being poetry month i wanted to challenge myself to have a poem with an accompanying piece of art for each day of the month posted on in this space… Share what you like… both online and off…

Shortlink: http://wp.me/p1eniL-1Kx