Tag: poem

Time You Genius You

vagabondprophet:


Give credit where credit is due

Time 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

Rockets and Lullabies

vagabondprophet:

Rockets and lullabies,

Things that light the skies.

One to bring sweet dreams,

One to bring on screams.

One source of light

Has enough might

To light up the sky

Can we just try?

Can we try it once?

I’m not asking months.

In twenty four hours

We can ask the powers.

Which did you prefer?

When it did occur.

Fire and death,

Or a steady sleeping breath?

We tell children lullabies

Before we say goodbyes.

Aren’t we fighting for them?

Those green and budding stems.

Let’s preserve those thoughts,

The ones about lemons and apricots.

Not nightmares and bombs

That flatten pulses found in palms.

– Vagabond Prophet

Gesticulation Tower

vagabondprophet:

Pinstriped in the front standing

Just a little higher than everybody,

Our attention you’re demanding.

I’ve got to say you look smug,

Do you really believe

This’ll fit beneath a rug?

You’ll come falling down I say

Can’t say when,

But there’ll come a day.

Like Genghis Khan

Realizing defeat

Woebegone.

You’ll lose all your power

That you’ve clung to

In your gesticulation tower.

– Vagabond Prophet

vagabondprophet:

Which is it?

Am I so frail

That I can’t refuse

The beauty around

That we’ve misused.

Could I be stronger

You said I can,

But I don’t know how.

How could I

lash your arms to mine

So I could pretend I’m strong

Until I’m strong.

I know what I should do

But I’m afraid.

To which you reply,

“ which is it?

Scared and mine

Or safe and damned ”

– Vagabond Prophet

Rockets and Lullabies

Rockets and lullabies,

Things that light the skies.

One to bring sweet dreams,

One to bring on screams.

One source of light

Has enough might

To light up the sky

Can we just try?

Can we try it once?

I’m not asking months.

In twenty four hours

We can ask the powers.

Which did you prefer?

When it did occur.

Fire and death,

Or a steady sleeping breath?

We tell children lullabies

Before we say goodbyes.

Aren’t we fighting for them?

Those green and budding stems.

Let’s preserve those thoughts,

The ones about lemons and apricots.

Not nightmares and bombs

That flatten pulses found in palms.

– Vagabond Prophet

Time You Genius You


Give credit where credit is due

Time 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

Gesticulation Tower

Pinstriped in the front standing

Just a little higher than everybody,

Our attention you’re demanding.

I’ve got to say you look smug,

Do you really believe

This’ll fit beneath a rug?

You’ll come falling down I say

Can’t say when,

But there’ll come a day.

Like Genghis Khan

Realizing defeat

Woebegone.

You’ll lose all your power

That you’ve clung to

In your gesticulation tower.

– Vagabond Prophet

vagabondprophet:

 The sun comes over the hills, carving the entire skyline in an instant with artists precision. 

Unreasonable faith says it will be the same as yesterday.

I believe it too.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Why should the past ensure the future?

All this wrestles uneasily, in my bones creating doubt.

Yet the sky remains the same.

Vagabond Prophet