A Place I Love

mildreflections:

It is not high enough to

Drown your breath.

But it is high enough,

To lay the city at your feet.

And with every step you ascend,

You will find yourself closer to serenity.

There are places in this world,

Where words flow like eternal streams.

Brimming over soul and mind

To proclaim,

Its love for simplicity.

And when on top you would find,

This place to be much the same.

Don’t mind the dogs that scamper,

They too are in awe.

Go all the way to ridge,

This is what you came for.

Watch as time loses meanings,

Your feet glued to the sand.

Illusions of nature,

Watch the sky kiss the land.

And if you stay long enough,

You would hear the bells.

There is a church here,

So quiet you couldn’t tell.

But the bell is not for prayer,

No, it is for the kids.

Those wronged by fate stay here,

Spreading joy and bliss.

Watch them come out and play,

Watch the innocence on their face.

And when it is time to descent,

You would know you are in love with this place.

– Mild Reflections

@vagabondprophet  I hope I was able to transport you to a place I really like over here.

Really love this piece, everybody look and be amazed by a talented poet.

Sensory Journey Through Winter

Close your eyes and count to three

Feel these words float down to thee

Breath in deep until it wounds,

Air so frigid as to stab.

Keep your eyes shut

You’ll feel the air but

It won’t be your friend

You’ll have to defend.

The frost it will bite

Regardless of might

Once your sweat reverses

Keeping all bad things inside.

Like your hot breath

Before a cold death

Forming clouds to swirl

Into the sky dancing.

You’ll smell it on the wind

A promise of every sapling skinned

The scent unmistakable

Of impending frozen descent.

Shavings of ice

Malformed but still nice

Descending so slowly

As though afraid to land.

Look across the land

To frozen and frictionless sand

See the horizon bleed into sky

And be unable to find the seam.

Know the boundaries of yourself

Stacked upon a shelf

Separated so obviously,

Body so warm next to world so cold.

Observe homes in hibernation

And others in annihilation

When for so long so much is dead

Find the strong few, who stubbornly live on.

Close your eyes once more

And hear a global snore

Feel branches getting thick

Beneath blankets that only chill.

Now open and be entertained

See the shaking clouds dust ordained

To smite for a time unchallenged

And just see if you can hold back a smile.

Now if you can’t restrain

It’s okay don’t refrain

Just know your lips may split

Bringing a solitary drop of colour

To a painting of purest white.

– Vagabond Prophet

 @mildreflections I hope this is a satisfactory mind picture of what winter is here.

I wake up late and full of worry

When you find me,

You’re both judge and jury

I’m stressing unnecessary.

You sentence me to relinquish

Things that I can’t handle

For I’m nearly crushed

Even by the things I can.

Vagabond Prophet

False Security

For a decade and a half

Being lulled into safety

Tucket in tight

And nurtured right.

It was like a ride in a reliable car

That you ignore the funny sounds

Because it always got you there

No matter what.

Until you’re left stranded

At the side of the road

Counting the pebbles

Stuck in the sole of

Shoes you’ll outgrow soon.

For long after sitting on a swing

Waiting for someone to push me

No one to lower the bridge

So I can close the gap,

Valentines Day’s spent

Trying to love myself.

Knowing now that it’s okay

If every levee breaks

And every mountain shakes

And every love quakes

Because everybody breaks sometime

Even with regular maintenance,

And it’s important to love anyways

It’s how we get through this together.

– Vagabond Prophet

thanks @josy57 for the prompt “false security.” Hope people like it.

Silent Radio

It’s not broken muted or otherwise malfunctioned

It’s just what I need at this particular junction,

My own mind deafening

Need some quiet to drown it out.

Words float by on the wind

Lullabies soar on a stream,

And serenades with night sky.

The cool air complains about

The chill off my bones

And the radio sits silently

Nodding it’s support

And I crank up the hush.

You need silence

Before you can make music

You need ugliness before you can

Clothe it exquisite.

You need a blank page

Before you can drown it

In a sea of swirling thoughts,

And I needed to fall

Before I knew I needed you to catch me.

– Vagabond Prophet

Thanks @josy57 for the prompt “listening to a silent radio”

Sunglasses

If you need proof that every soul

Is at war with itself,

Look no further than your sunglasses.

That in the darkest hour of night

We pray for dawn to break

To chase the shadows away

And illuminate your spirit.

What do you do?

What have I done?

That dearest beseeched ray of day

Finally hops the fence and is found

To be too damn brilliant

Too sharp and discerning to tolerate

It stings the eyes and scorches the skin.

I wear sunglasses,

Keep my foot in both camps

For darkness threatens to smother

And light threatens to burn me

So I stay in the middle.

So you see we are all of us

Creatures afflicted by division,

Fallen spirits trying to float upwards

While still clinging to the ground,

The best gymnast of the heart

Can’t do the splits that well.

Trash your Oakley’s

Nobody can serve two masters.

– Vagabond Prophet