Unyielding
The concrete was unyielding
Just like your convictions,
I wished that word ‘maybe’
Was part of your diction.
– Vagabond Prophet
Tag: poetry
Evergreen
Twisting and turning,
Sinews yearning.
For every rivulet.
Taking the hard way
Taking the easy way,
Whatever the heart desires.
Splitting stones asunder
To take its plunder.
Rich dark soil.
Fortifying Vessels
Nautical wrestles.
Carry me across the sea.
Winter might
Brutal white.
Sorting deciduous, evergreen.
Dieing yearly,
Rather queerly.
Just a little cold is all.
But evergreens don’t listen
To what the weather man has christened.
Fruitful all year long.
Hardy, immovable.
A truth that’s not removable.
That’s how I want to be.
Evergreen.
Never dead.
– Vagabond Prophet
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.
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Corrugated
Have you ever met
Someone so dishonest,
That there lies must be fabricated?
Not imagined,
But built,
Out of real material.
Corrugated words,
Folded back,
Against one another.
Hoping they can bare
The weight of their
Collective despair.
– Vagabond Prophet
Evergreen
Twisting and turning,
Sinews yearning.
For every rivulet.
Taking the hard way
Taking the easy way,
Whatever the heart desires.
Splitting stones asunder
To take its plunder.
Rich dark soil.
Fortifying Vessels
Nautical wrestles.
Carry me across the sea.
Winter might
Brutal white.
Sorting deciduous, evergreen.
Dieing yearly,
Rather queerly.
Just a little cold is all.
But evergreens don’t listen
To what the weather man has christened.
Fruitful all year long.
Hardy, immovable.
A truth that’s not removable.
That’s how I want to be.
Evergreen.
Never dead.
– Vagabond Prophet
Pocket of Tears
If you’re crying
And you can’t stop,
Follow these simple steps.
Don and button
Your least favourite coat,
Just trust me.
Catch every tear
Into a single pocket
Until it’s brimming.
Then take that pocket
Sew it shut,
If just so you can shed it.
We must unclothe
Our deepest sadness,
No one is warmed by grief.
Now burn it all
Yes the coat too,
For no one is warmed by grief.
– Vagabond Prophet
Imbued
I’d traverse
The universe
To find you
Not to bind you.
I’ll hold you tight
If you think it right,
I’ll find you if you’re subdued
For in my mind, your scents imbued.
– Vagabond Prophet
Gary
I miss my drums
They were named Gary,
Shells made of birch
In hues of cherry.
Then there was Gorbachev
The black one,
All I’m thinking now
Is how I’d like to smack one.
– Vagabond Prophet
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.
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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
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