Tag: poetry

vagabondprophet:

Slave

You said you were a stranger

But you said it so friendly that I didn’t quite believe you at first.

You offered me a bottle

When you saw that I was panting,

clearly dieing of thirst.

I eyed it with suspicion

And you spoke unto me,

“It’s a long long way I’ve marched,

thirst has no respect for drought,

And I know your throat is parched.”

I took a deep draft

Like a fool

Really daft

And I’m pretty sure I’m suffering now

Went down sweeter than love

Now tremors are gripping me like a glove.

“Take my money take my money

make this all go away,

Take my money take my money

Make this come to an end.”

With a deep deep laugh you Chuckled and spat,

“Not your money but your life!  Your blood your soul your heart, that’s what I wanted, that’s what I wanted from the start”

I want everything, everything, everything that makes you you.

Eviscerated violated taken to the grave.

That’s what I want,  I want a slave

You never once said no,

You never once said go,

You’re conviction ain’t consistent

You were far from resistant.

Maybe next time you’ll arm yourself against all your favourite tastes and smells

Or you may find yourself on tour in the deepest depths of hell.

I want everything, everything, everything that makes you you.

Eviscerated violated taken to the grave.

That’s what I want,  I want a slave

I woke up panting

you step into the mirror,

Took a deep bow and then you said,

“If this isn’t want you wanted

Well then you won’t be haunted

But if I’m honest I think that you will be.”

– Vagabond Prophet

– First song I’ve written in about five years.

Bad weather

vagabondprophet:

The weather man gives me the finger
Says it’s gonna be a long one
Snow falls like a feather weight
To beat me to the punch

It cuts the chord
So the line stays quiet
So I simply shout
Sorry darling but I’m stuck out here

Creeping white
Scale the windows slowly
No power now
Frost outside and in

I can see my breath
Shaped like your name
I hope you find it
Because it’s my last.

Terrorist

vagabondprophet:

Darling I have some news
It just might give you the blues
I’ll try to give you the jist
Honey, I think you’re a terrorist

Its true you were kind
When you conquered my mind
But I hadn’t really a choice
Nor an audible voice

You brandished your sword
When you crossed the fjord
To a land I called my own
Now the villagers gone… flown

You slaughtered the king
With your feminine sting
Your body with it’s rise and fall
And your grand tales so tall

Your ideas filled me
At quite a steep fee
You took my heart,  called it yours
Changed the locks behind the doors

Since you came to join
There’s a new face on the coin
The cloth’s up the pole drag
With your likeness on the flag

Then a thing so strange
For you to arrange
After tasting my power
Like smelling a flower

Your new regime extinguished
Tyrants grip relinquished
When I asked you why
You winked with one eye

Your response such madness
Painted over with gladness
“ I had to wear this gown
I had to cut you down

It was all underneath
I am not a thief
Don’t you see, it’s fake?!
Your crown, I didn’t take

You smelled like petrichor
And I wanted something more
I strangled what was dead
All the old skin you shed

What was underneath
The thing in the sheath
A strength so sure
A goodness so pure

We never really fought
Your distress all for naught
I could never steal
What you offered with zeal

You offered your crown
Without even  a frown
I felt so inept
I couldn’t accept

If more kings were like you
But alas, there are so few
The kind that ought to rule
A good man, not a fool

You make love a verb
Not forgotten at the curb
Made me feel uplifted
Rather than re-gifted

I want to give myself
Don’t put me on the shelf
Love me with your power
Don’t lock me in a tower”

Isn’t this convoluted
A few points to be disputed
I’m certain I’m not good
Love me? Not sure you should

When you cut me down to size
It helped me realize
That there is plenty in store
I could be so much more

Just one answer I demand
Something I don’t understand
Why this is what you wanted
A man that is haunted

vagabondprophet:

You are my love
And it moves me like a shove
And hits my like a glove

That you would be mine
All of the time
Willingly
Not under the influence of wine

You’re the jewel in my crown
Pajamas adorn you like a gown
Turning even your frown
Into glory upside down

And I know for a fact
That your claws retract
Reveiling kindness intact 
And strength compact

I’ll always be yours
To seep into your pores
You’re like the mystery of lore
And my addiction cries for more.

Bad dancers rejoice

vagabondprophet:

I need you to promise
This is something important
The way you move
It mustn’t change

Your swaying and bounces
Your style of dance
By jove it’s
Just awful

But it needn’t change
It matches me
If you learn it proper
I’d have to too

Instead of being taught
To count all the beats
I’d rather be with you
And count your hairs

I love you it’s true
With all your left feet
So many it’s crazy
But I love them all

Such a waste of time, learning
When we could be dancing
In our cataclysmic motion
To Our personal Symphony

My shooting star

vagabondprophet:

Dark and twinkling
Only for a second
But in that moment
So radiant and bright

Somehow more brightly coloured
An elegant display
Than anything of the day
On the land or in the sky

Books say just a rock
Floating in the vastness
But I know better
You spoke to me that night

It’s everything I’ve sought
But haven’t given name
The song I remember
But can’t quite sing along

Come back to me
My shooting star
I need you now
To illuminate my life

You’re my flickering hope
Straining in the wind
When you come down to meet me
Don’t crumble coming in.