Original Poetry about anything and everything.
I don’t speak toddler fluently but I’ll try my best to translate.
Beauty is mine to hold
Embodied in my hair of gold,
My daddy tells me so
As he watches my dances.
I spin and spin
To my favourite songs,
Spin so fast as to
Alter the course of the earth
From around the sun
To around the Son.
Who else could make a beauty such as mine?
Who else could make a grin with such shine?
I know this for certain
For my daddy told me so.
– Vagabond Prophet
The best part of sleeping is that you don’t have to be awake.
This girl I know, she’s pretty special.
IF YOU’RE READING THIS AND SHOUTING IN THE PRIVACY OF YOUR OWN MIND YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT THE MOST DIRE NEEDS, THE DEEPEST URGENCIES, ARE whispered.
Clad in not but sand
You make clear your demand
Everything eventually runs out of blood.
The blood that launched a thousand ships
Powered by your blood,
Ironic,
Catatonic.
Blink once if you’re alive,
No I said blink not start a hurricane!
Blink twice if you can hear me,
Ugh you and your volcanic outbursts.
You mother estranged from child
You hostess with most unruly guests,
We learn but oh so slowly.
– Vagabond Prophet
Some poisons are sweet to taste
But destined to invade,
Some medicines are bitter to the tongue
Though whole again you’ll be made.
Though it’s true not all invasions are evil
And medicine is not food
It’s going to take all your fight
To combat this blight.
Ooh to sort one’s thoughts out
Question each and every one,
It’s grueling and exhausting
If you give up I don’t blame you.
It’s less like finding a needle in a haystack,
More like finding the needle in a stack of needles,
The one with ill intent.
Do you know where to start?
First avoid any natural tendency
And see if your feet find better ground,
Then walk into the light
No matter how much it hurts.
– Vagabond Prophet
Why do ideas slip away as fast as they appear?
Faster even.
Filaments flickering in an already dimly lit mind.
I thought witches were all bad,
Until you cast your spell on me.
No epiglottis left,
Both breathing and swallowing everything,
Taking all into stomach and lungs.
Only then will you know every part of life
With every part of you.
A canvas of your living,
Painted in real time.
Move your arm,
One stroke of a brush,
Sweep your legs in an arc
One more brushstroke.
When body evicts soul,
And all your deeds extolled
Then your grand masterpiece will be unveiled
All colours layered and snuggling together
All blood stirred throughout.
Live a life that people years later,
Don’t stare at the framed article hanging
Saying, “I wonder what this one’s about.”
– Vagabond Prophet
If you’re the kind of person
With enough baggage to use
The carpool lane alone
You’re not alone.
Want somebody to ride with?
We’ll get more smiles per hour,
We’ll kill the suspension shortly
With the weight of it all.
Do you care?
I don’t,
When the car breaks down
Leave the baggage in the trunk
Keep on walking and watch it all burn.
– Vagabond Prophet
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