Original Poetry about anything and everything.
It’s easy to say I want to kiss you,
Who wouldn’t
You’re a garden overflowing with sweetness
Your lips the secret gate.
It’s easy to say
I want to share a bed or a whole life with you.
Like anyone I desire
Love and acceptance and pleasure.
But I want to go beyond
Set apart from the rest,
I want to share a grave.
Together in time
We’ll enrich the soil
And our last children together
Will be trees growing side by side.
– Vagabond Prophet
Looking for inspiration when you’re sitting right in front of me. I can be so stupid sometimes.
Give credit where credit is dueTime you genius you.
None carve as masterfully as you.
And she, she fears time ahead.
How it promises to tug, pull, and crease
Slowly unfolding her youth.
She doesn’t know my eagerness,
To see those same effects
See the whole canvas stretched.
I long to see the way
That she unfurls
Day after day.
As water smooths out stone
So time erodes her face,
A slowly chiseled beauty.
As the ax must blow by blow
Slowly strip away,
The fibers from one another.
So I anxiously await
The sands of time
Etching her away.
Crows feet will appear
The years will dig trenches
In the softness of her face.
I don’t believe in evolution
But her beauty does evolve,
A process of natural seduction.
She enchants me without trying,
As time goes marching by
I’ll orbit her still.
The more that’s scuffed away
Cut or split right off
To make way for something better.
Time you genius you
Master of shape
And all things exquisite.
You will scrub away her youth
Unravel her naivete
Leaving wisdom engraved.
Her body swelled and stretched
With babes not once but twice,
Lasting marks of conquest.
She fought to create,
To be the river’s mouth
For life itself to dawn.
Strip it all away,
This current face of hers,
What are you hiding?
A gift with one million layers,
That unwrap day by day,
No shortcuts.
The crescendo of her beauty
Will take many moons to reach,
I await that goddess truly.
Excess must be shed
To reach the final gem
I’ll hold her against the blows.
If time should bring her pain,
It’s no surprise but all the same
I will crouch down beside her.
With creaky knees and hazy eyes
A foggy mind and weakening spine,
I’ll crouch down to kiss it better.
If time should bring her grief
As part of this descaling,
I’ll be there.
Soak me through with tears
So they eat through me too,
We’ll ferment together.
I only wish to love her
Half as well as time,
Every fold and curve
Marked by its caress.
– Vagabond Prophet
Heart on My Sleeve?
I wanted to put my heart
On the cuff of my sleeve,
But there wasn’t one.
I’ve no shirt today,
No sleeves to be found
How will you read me plain?
Here take my heart
I’ll let you keep it
Please hold it true.
Cherish it with joy
Keep it safe,
Put it in your pocket.
And if you say
“I’ve no pocket,
Or even pants to speak of.”
Then hold it in your mind,
As naked both of us,
Are already one.
– Vagabond Prophet
Like a mirage
Shimmering into view
Taking shape
Kaleidoscope slowly unraveling
All its own delusions.
Much better than anything
I could have imagined.
– Vagabond Prophet
Does your faith evaporate
Like water
On a hot sidewalk?
And children trample
On the remnant of your hopes.
What then?
Do you still believe?
When your heart
Undoes its rivets,
To let itself topple
Like a rookie jenga match.
Does your faith endure
The torrent of survival,
The steady drip of living.
Can it survive a head wound?
Or being trapped in a storm
With no way home?
It could be different you know,
You could let him carry you,
And work out the little knots in your soul.
Just know when your faith
In him is shaken,
His in you is not.
– Vagabond Prophet
When grief fits perfectly
Like an old pair of jeans
Scuffed at the knees
Knowing every curve.
Take it all off
Come to bed darling
So I can hold you
And know every curve.
– Vagabond Prophet
Hair pouring down your back
A black and long cascade,
I’ll get lost inside it
As it tries to consume me.
Like liquid night
Adorning the brightest of faces.
When you’ve got a song stuck in your head
That you’ve never heard before.
That’s when you’ll know I’m speaking to you,
In a language just for us.
Does your faith evaporate
Like water
On a hot sidewalk?
And children trample
On the remnant of your hopes.
What then?
Do you still believe?
When your heart
Undoes its rivets,
To let itself topple
Like a rookie jenga match.
Does your faith endure
The torrent of survival,
The steady drip of living.
Can it survive a head wound?
Or being trapped in a storm
With no way home?
It could be different you know,
You could let him carry you,
And work out the little knots in your soul.
Just know when your faith
In him is shaken,
His in you is not.
– Vagabond Prophet
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