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
Original Poetry about anything and everything.
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
Almost March
The earth starts thawing,
Things once hard with cold
Get soft and bleed water.
Water covers everything
In little glistening trails,
Please whet my appetite
As I thaw
I’ve been frozen far too long.
– Vagabond Prophet
Even in the dead of winter, I crack a window just to feel your breath.
Sticks beating drums
Under dim light,
Red finish on the shells
Glint of cymbals.
Strings being strummed
Chords being plucked,
Melodies sung
Stories told.
I enjoyed it so,
Moving the air
And it moving people.
Most of all I loved
People enjoying
Something of my creation
And always asking for more.
– Vagabond Prophet
A bride walks down the aisle
And all I have to show
Is a quivering smile.
I hold back the tears
Seeing her in splendour
Like I’ve done for years.
Truest beauty always seem to sadden
Reminding us we’re homesick
For somewhere we’ve never even been.
– Vagabond Prophet
I love you for your kindness
I love you for your eyes
I love you for your words
The way they’re shaped by your lips.
I love you for your joy
Seeing a black world in rosy hues,
Wishful thinking granted.
You’ve done the same with me
Helping me become more human
Every new day.
– Vagabond Prophet
Silent as a shadow
Creeping through a meadow
Vivid pinks
Lush greens.
Scattering seeds into the sky
Throwing way up high,
Sowing among the heavens
That fertile garden soil.
Things planted here
Don’t ever climb near
If I plant some hope
High up above
Will it dangle down?
A rescue line tossed by wind
Hanging at the end of everything.
– Vagabond Prophet
My side is in stitches
Minds been having glitches.
Taking wind from my sail
You set me up to fail.
You focused on pointless tasks
Like shoeing an ostrich,
Instead of finding a way
To galvanize in me some hope.
– Vagabond Prophet
High tide low tide
Leaving lines on the rocks,
Gushing forth creeping back
Never sitting still.
When you’re shallow here
Are you deeper elsewhere?
Lapping at my shins
Are you thigh deep for another?
Your might unrivaled
Your vengeance always complete.
Your thirst always quenched
And hunger ever satisfied.
Whether carving stone
With a patient chisel
Or smothering flames
In a hasty torrent.
You’re always beautiful
Always terrifying
And you always
Sustain my being.
– Vagabond Prophet
I need to go where the stars shine bright.
Funny that when the night is darkest
I can best see through the curtain.
That celestial veil,
Where the angels poke little holes
To let some hope float down.
– Vagabond Prophet