Original Poetry about anything and everything.
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
Speaking lies
Words contradict
I braid the different strands.
Cling to each other
Agree on something
And become a solid being.
A phantom I invented
Hot gases manifested,
This spectre and a hundred like it
Will haunt me till I die.
Begrudgingly
Curmudgeonly
I let go my crown of dust.
Untangle this braid
Let gas evaporate
Set me free
From my own ensnaring thoughts.
– Vagabond Prophet
I haven’t words for this
Truth so plain
It confuses me
Bruises me.
You formed this clay
And decreed it clever
But I go to bed each night
Baffled by your might.
That you would decide
Without a second thought
From your throne in the sky
“for this one I will die.”
– Vagabond Prophet
I always wished I was a morning person
And now I’ve been forced
Coerced into the single digit A.M.
– Vagabond Prophet
It’s so damn early
Why am I up?
I’m the only one
On this bus.
Darkness for a while yet
What’s a man to do
To see night prevail
Long before light comes
To claim victory.
Cast out every shadow!
Reach out with burning hand
Strike these shadows.
You call me child of light
But all I’ve ever known is darkness.
Don’t wait long
Come eat up this fog,
Take what’s yours
This day and all to come.
– Vagabond Prophet
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
They call this
The ‘bad’ part of town
The part with the foodbank
And the building for supervised visits.
Families separated
Estranged by circumstance,
Needy, not bad
Desperate not volatile.
I’ll tell you about
The bad part of town,
It’s up on the hill
It’s all chrome and glass.
Throwing food away
Every single day
Ignoring their children
Who just want to play.
– Vagabond Prophet
I believe in black
I believe in white.
Culture says everything is grey,
They’re wrong though.
You can’t have grey
Without black and white,
You can’t have meals
Without ingredients,
You can’t have a solution
Without first a problem.
– Vagabond Prophet
Old brick buildings
New little cafes,
If walls had eyes
Would they remember
What used to be there?
Barista calls out,
“Black coffee for Joe”
And the walls reminisce
About when it was a barbershop.
And Joe was in
Every week for a shave,
Maybe Joe remembers too
And it keeps him coming back.
– Vagabond Prophet
Storefront signs shining
Long before the sun
Long before business hours
Long past bedtime.
Don’t they know
They get paid by the hour?
This is a good way to burn out.
– Vagabond Prophet
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