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

vagabondprophet:

I love crosswords
They remind me of
How I came to love you.

I was five across
You were seven down,
And it’s by your definition
That I was ever found.

– Vagabond Prophet

vagabondprophet:

Heart on My Sleeve?

I wanted to put my heart

On the cuff of my sleeve,

But there wasn’t one.

I’ve no shirt today,

No sleeves to be found

How will you read me plain?

Here take my heart

I’ll let you keep it

Please hold it true.

Cherish it with joy

Keep it safe,

Put it in your pocket.

And if you say

“I’ve no pocket,

Or even pants to speak of.”

Then hold it in your mind,

As naked both of us,

Are already one.

– Vagabond Prophet

vagabondprophet:

Mirror Me

Have you been mixing

Pain and pleasure,

And calling it treasure?

You’re better than that,

Let’s link up the yoke

Before you start to choke.

One step at a time,

That’s it mirror me

Until you can follow me.

What do you need?

I’ll give it gladly

I love you madly.

Let’s get you free

Of those rusty fetters,

And the greedy debtors.

You’re mine now not theres.

So stop mixing pain with pleasure

And calling it treasure.

– Vagabond Prophet

vagabondprophet:

Mirror Me

Have you been mixing

Pain and pleasure,

And calling it treasure?

You’re better than that,

Let’s link up the yoke

Before you start to choke.

One step at a time,

That’s it mirror me

Until you can follow me.

What do you need?

I’ll give it gladly

I love you madly.

Let’s get you free

Of those rusty fetters,

And the greedy debtors.

You’re mine now not theres.

So stop mixing pain with pleasure

And calling it treasure.

– Vagabond Prophet

Mirror Me

Have you been mixing

Pain and pleasure,

And calling it treasure?

You’re better than that,

Let’s link up the yoke

Before you start to choke.

One step at a time,

That’s it mirror me

Until you can follow me.

What do you need?

I’ll give it gladly

I love you madly.

Let’s get you free

Of those rusty fetters,

And the greedy debtors.

You’re mine now not theres.

So stop mixing pain with pleasure

And calling it treasure.

– Vagabond Prophet

Heart on My Sleeve?

I wanted to put my heart

On the cuff of my sleeve,

But there wasn’t one.

I’ve no shirt today,

No sleeves to be found

How will you read me plain?

Here take my heart

I’ll let you keep it

Please hold it true.

Cherish it with joy

Keep it safe,

Put it in your pocket.

And if you say

“I’ve no pocket,

Or even pants to speak of.”

Then hold it in your mind,

As naked both of us,

Are already one.

– Vagabond Prophet

Cheese

vagabondprophet:

If even milk can die

And turn into something great

What does that say of me?

In my current state.

If fruit can perish

Turning into wine

Give strength to my gut,

But not straight off the vine.

Okay you’ve made it clear

I’ll undergo the transformation,

I’ll die and die again

Is this truly salvation?

– Vagabond Prophet

Running Late

vagabondprophet:

Still in bed,

Clock says ‘late’

I’m running reds.

My tires squeal,

I forgot my coat,

And a meal.

Going to be a long day,

In spite of its late start,

In bed I wish to stay.

– Vagabond Prophet

No Coffee

vagabondprophet:

It was awful

Don’t know how this happened,

But it’s true every word.

I journeyed today,

Early in the morn

To a place of sweat and toil.

Still dark when I ventured,

Sky still peeling back

To reveal its splendour

I missed that too,

So my gaze is empty

Just as my cup.

I runneth over with emptiness

My veins don’t know what to do

For today there is no coffee.

– Vagabond Prophet