Sometimes I need to dilute the air I breath with smoke. It’s just too fresh for someone as tarnished as I am.
Vagabond Prophet
It has been awhile since I have known the taste of water.
I’ve been living in a dry spell,
a seemingly endless drought.
Sitting atop plains that were once lakes.
Lakes where starlight used to pour spheres of a beautiful glow.
But the clouds cried
when I saw you across the room.
And I was drunk off of the life that curled down my face
off of the weight under my flesh.
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I can’t see the sun for the daylight.
I can’t feel your breath for the wind.
I get so used to these shadows.
Will you chase away these shadows when you come back again?
Jars of Clay
Snow Trucks
Salt trucks driving all around
Spraying just about everywhere,
If you’re from a warm place
You might not understand.
Here salt preserves
Even lives sometimes.
– Vagabond Prophet
Neon
Do you want to travel?
We can grab the moon
As it spins by tonight.
We’ll see every city light
Until our dreams are flooded
With all that neon light.
– Vagabond Prophet
Fingertips
Red frames around brown eyes
Like black coffee but sweeter.
Eyes focused pondering
How to get your heart out
Through your fingertips.
Oh sweetheart don’t forget
You have my heart too,
Maybe that ink will thin
More easily.
I’ve always been
A little more fluid in February.
– Vagabond Prophet
Looking for inspiration when you’re sitting right in front of me. I can be so stupid sometimes.
Vagabond Prophet
Definition
What is a writer?
A thoughtsmith
Shaping words
With heat and strength
Into something you can wield.
Sometimes a sword
Sometimes a candlestick.
A poet much the same
But more nonsensical,
Like a soldier
Who dances into battle.
No less effective
Just different.
If you do it well enough
It can be understood
In every language
Like “Coffee” or “Mama”,
And maybe just maybe
Make people wonder
If we’re made for something different.
– Vagabond Prophet
Hangry
Bright and early
Brown eyed and tempestuous,
You flicker and burn
Like embers in the wind.
Disaster yearns at dawn
I better get this boy breakfast
And delay the apocalypse
Just one more day.
– Vagabond Prophet
Snow
Yesterday was rain
With polkadot asphalt,
The wind made a current
Sky turned white
And slowly descended.
Today is different
Frosty little tidbits
Floating down to earth.
Earth shivers at its touch
Just like a first kiss.
Liquid becomes solid
At the gentleness
Of your touch.
And you say to me,
“I colour the ground,
To remind you I’m around.”
– Vagabond Prophet
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