Thirty Two years old
And he’s really gone.
Body beautifully adorned
And underground.
What now life?
What will you do now?
Will you strike me down
Or make me endure this?
Future I can’t see
Evasive and ever changing,
The past never changes
But tortures every moment.
The present sharpens
And blunts me
In equal measure,
Useless for every task at hand.
How will I scrape
Out an existence,
If grief sands me down
To a featureless stone.
Blunt and sharp in equal measure,
Useless for every task at hand.
– Vagabond Prophet
Age well, age poorly
See if I care,
You’ll still just be more you
Sweetening my air.
Vagabond Prophet
I always wanted to be the kind of man
Who said more with his silence,
Yet I talk too damn much
Like the gamblers at gas stations week after week
Hoping that one day it’ll all work out.
Vagabond Prophet
Fevers
Some ailments don’t give fevers
Some wounds don’t leave scars.
I know a scant amount of faith
Can break down devils,
And too much may just suffice
To keep me level.
By grace and grace alone
I’ve been saved
From having everything
That I’ve ever wanted.
– Vagabond Prophet
Would a tired panda look any different? Or would it just look the same, kind of like how that wishbone of yours looks just like a backbone.
Vagabond Prophet
Honk
Strolling hand in hand
I felt your feathers intertwined with mine,
As we meander across lines
Yellow and white
Dotted and solid.
We don’t care about the world,
We’ve got our love to keep us warm.
Even if those are cars honking at us,
Even if this is a busy road,
Even though we’re geese.
Honk.
– Vagabond Prophet
Bloody geese stopped traffic this morning, they really did look like a couple.
Thronging
Wind rushing
Blood gushing,
Enemies thronging in my blind spot.
You said you’d watch over me
Until the end of the age.
Everyday I understand better
You meant that differently than expected.
Watch me closely I beg of you.
It’s getting dark and my feet
Are unwieldy and easily misled.
You’ve always been a brutal teacher,
And yet I’ve learned.
Salvation can’t be self taught,
Self help books will only ever be kindling
For the fires of hell.
Let me learn from every turn
Of this journey you’ve set me down,
Just please don’t let me know
What it’s like to feel your presence lacking.
– Vagabond Prophet
Disappointed by Candy
Some things get harder,
With each stroke of times brush.
Like getting out of bed,
Believing in magic,
And making friends.
Like how cravings get stronger
For candy that disappoints
More and more each bite.
– Vagabond Prophet
There’s no room for a double view when my mind is no concern to you.
Carnival Knights
The cat has one tail but you chose to take nine, you’re taking nine for me.
Carnival Knights
Vagabond Prophet 