Original Poetry about anything and everything.
How have your teeth
Not yet dissolved
Like sugar cubes
In sweet mulled wine?
How have your legs
Not yet gone brittle
From upholding
So fearsome a beauty?
How has your mind
Not yet shattered
From containing
Such brilliance?
How have your fingers
Not yet liquefied
From writing stories
Like a flash flood?
– Vagabond Prophet
Age well, age poorly
See if I care,
You’ll still just be more you
Sweetening my air.
Gravity has finally met its match in you
Tell me where do you hide your wings
I could swear you belong in the sky
With all that grace and beauty,
Why do you walk beside me
And not above me?
– Vagabond Prophet
You’re lovely and kind
Your movements sublime
Like the tide
Making everything around you rise and fall.
Can I be the foam on your waves?
Shaped by your motion
Accenting your dance
With my excitement to just be near you.
– Vagabond Prophet
I was like a peanut
Stubbornly intact
When you started to cut me.
Then torn asunder
In an instant
Split wide open
Laid bare just for you.
Now you can do what you like
Making butter or milk
To have with your bread
I’ll be smoother than silk.
– Vagabond Prophet
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
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
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
Waves lapping the shore
Nonchalant
There’s no hurry here.
All the time in the world
To reshape the world
The great architect that water is.
Let me share your surface
To traverse your great expanse
Fill me with your breath
So I can glide with ease.
No engine humming
No gasoline
Just you and me
Caressing each other.
You capsize me with a gust
And into your depths I’m thrust
No longer just a sailor, but fulfilling sailors dreams,
I become part of the vastness.
– Vagabond Prophet
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