Original Poetry about anything and everything.
Just when I think I can do this on my own
You kill the lights,
“See how you shine, without being known.”
I fumble and mumble
Can’t find the light switch,
I stagger and stumble.
Mind bleaching
Colour stripping
Hand reaching.
“Need me back do you?”
You say it’s okay, already died for that,
For this fault you always knew.
– Vagabond Prophet
I’m pretty normal
I like plaid and fire,
Trying to find another
Man to admire.
Damned near impossible
So if you’re halfway decent
Find me please,
I’ve been searching until recent.
I’m the guy in plaid
Trying to start a fire.
– Vagabond Prophet
Strongest things are shapeless,
Water
Wind
Fire.
You’ve given me shape.
Though filled with water,
Though driven by wind,
Though captivated by fire.
You’ve given formless things form
Inside this full formed man,
You gave this full formed man
Strength in things formless.
– Vagabond Prophet
Work out your salvation with fear and trembling,
You told me long ago whispering in my ear.
I was wondering about resting sometime soon.
I was wondering about the load on my back.
Work a miracle in me, turn my weakness to strength
Make my sleep actually do something.
You who sees beauty where there’s none,
But you see it til it’s real.
You who hears music in the stillness
Until we all sway to an ancient melody.
Work a miracle in me,
For I am afraid
And I am trembling.
– Vagabond Prophet
You rode into town a most glorious king
Riding on most humble of beasts,
We adorned the very street
With garments and garlands alike.
We fought to get a glimpse,
We pushed to touch your feet.
Now this, how did we get here?
We’ve now begged for your death
Begged a murderer free.
You’ve been whipped,
You’ve been beaten,
And most of all
You’ve been silent.
In 144 hours it changed
From a mob kissing your sandals,
To a mob spitting in your wounds.
We’re a fickle bunch
Most of us just wanting miracles,
Some believed your claims true
And some more afraid the same.
Can I just say thank you,
For ever thinking us worth it?
When I come knocking at your door
After breathing my last
Please don’t take me in,
Only to toss me back out
144 hours later.
– Vagabond Prophet
300 seconds that’s all it took
To get you to sleep,
I’d sing my favourite songs
And hope you felt the vibrations
Through my chest and into yours.
You’ve known my voice for a while now
And I hope it still spells safety for you.
The older you get and more questions you ask
The more I want to know what you think of the world.
I’m not sure what to tell you,
It’s complicated my son.
Trust people?
No not that, certainly not that.
That was my mistake, it won’t be yours.
Love people?
Yes always.
Be generous?
Yes always.
Yet remember, every man woman or child
That you treat as friend,
Is enemy to themselves half the time.
Our Lord said it best,
Be as shrewd as serpents
And innocent as doves.
I’ll always hold you tight
And steady in the night,
Just as he’s held me
When I got my wounds.
I’ll sing your favourite songs
And hope you feel the vibrations
Through my chest and into yours.
– Vagabond Prophet
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
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
Like a ship graveyard
Where we sort through the rotten planks
To find the few good ones.
Together we may salvage
One seaworthy vessel
From the thousand capsized.
We all push off from shore
Without giving the land a last glance
We go past the breakers,
No map, just a promise.
A common faith
Of a country far away,
Something I’ve always known of.
It’s like the way the moon
Chases a Sun it’s never seen
Except for in dreams.
We all work the ropes
And steer the rudder
For the compass is etched
On all of our hearts.
– Vagabond Prophet
In a world where there’s no such thing as anonymous
Someone is always watching,
Where can we go to have a private conversation.
Where our words can wrestle each other
And when you come out on top
I’ll have a stupid grin
Because all I ever wanted
Was for you to pin me.
My back on the ground
With nothing left to give
But my devotion.
– Vagabond Prophet
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