Original Poetry about anything and everything.
You taught me about oil paintings
How they’re always drying
Colours evolving
To find their own beauty
Hidden deep within.
I’ll be that for you
Never perfect but improving
Peeling off my layers
To find strength down under.
As I let the sun embolden me
Year after year.
– Vagabond Prophet
What goes up must come down
And I’ve got high hopes,
Shed that swollen husk
Off my barnacled soul.
I don’t need that anymore,
Clinging on to my injuries like trophies.
All the best athletes know
It’s all about fear reduction,
That’s what’ll win the race
And keep my hopes from crashing down.
– Vagabond Prophet
You think you’re funny?
Reminding me of myself
In the most natural of things.
I don’t like but I see it.Even water left goes bad.
They say the eye is the window to the soul. In my pupil there is only blackness, please don’t tell me that’s the answer.
I’ll take peace to go
With a side of simple wisdom.
I’ll mull it over when I get the chance,
Like the kale turning yellow in my fridge.
I save everything for later,
Dreams and aspirations,
I even save my voice
For belittling my loved ones
When they ask me about
The hoard piled up high
Of wonderful things gathering dust.
– Vagabond Prophet
I gaze sleepily across the shore of city lights. Stars from a sky we’re slowly pulling down.
Vagabond Prophet
Can I just stay in bed?
Where the sheets hold us warm
And you breathe in time
With our love.
No matter what the day holds
There’s always sanctuary here.
– Vagabond Prophet
Sky thick with clouds
Like you took the stuffing
From my blanket
Tossed straight up.
The wind is flowing
Reminders with direction
Pointing to you
Always to you.
Some people say
You haven’t spoken in ages
Saying, “there’s no current here.”
They’re just not paying attention.
– Vagabond Prophet
What’s your favourite digit?
Mine is your finger
The one you use to stroke my hair
When you think I’m asleep.
Vagabond Prophet
Maternity ward
Woman puking everything out
Except her guts,
Good thing, she’s going to need them.
Shrieks and wails and screams
From rooms 4011, 4023, and 4033.
Life so weighty it spills forth
One way or another.
Like a fisherman with too great a catch,
Little fish pouring over the gunnels.
Tiny little generals
Conquering hearts in an instant.
– Vagabond Prophet
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