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There’s me
And then there’s you
And all I want to do
Is climb into your heart
To make in me a fresh start.

Dissolve like sugar
In those warm cleansing waters
No longer able to discern
Where I end and you begin.

Vagabond Prophet

Hurricane

I don’t believe in true love

Or in soulmates

But I know what happened to me

And I believe in  addiction.

You did not screech or beseech

With kissable lips

And raised eyebrow

With clever fingers set your snare.

I was yours.

You hooked me

With the efficiency of a hurricane,

I became forever yours.

– Vagabond Prophet

@delightfulharmonypoetry

Shooting stars, the carrier pigeons
Of worlds long gone cold
No longer spinning only hurtled
Burning up with one last urgent message
“The idea of me has lasted
Long after my embers turned to ice,
Will the same be said of you?”

Vagabond Prophet

Uncontainable

Tallest mountains keep on growing,

Deepest seas never full,

Oxen heavily yolked

That will forever pull.

Grass that grows only to be cut,

To feed the greatest beasts

For unending preparations

For unending feasts.

Like tides that bathe the earth

Exfoliating her skin

And volcanoes erupting

Making beauty marks on her cheek.

Night skies more full of

White than black

That just hasn’t reached

Our eyes yet.

Like slugs rolled from tail to head

Everything comes to a point

That uncontainable must explode.

When the stones begin to scream

And whirlpools turned inside out

Shoot fountains into the sky,

When the earth with confetti

And pomp and circumstance

As never seen or heard before

We will no longer doubt

Will no longer reason or argue

That everything is promised for greatness.

Made to look beyond the confines of our skin,

Beyond the confines of long forgiven sin.

– Vagabond Prophet

– Thanks @josy57 for prompting me with “Promised for Greatness.” I hope you like it.

This mother died in childbirth
In the hopes of children
That may one day fly.

Though your body
Provides good ground for roots
One day they will tear them out
And soar above us all.

What could be a better
Picture of salvation?

Casting aside bark and personal gains,
To let the next generation
Grow right through the memory of you.

– Vagabond Prophet

Captain

This house will be full

Of heads needing rest

And mouths needing food.

Every bedroom window being

Fogged by steady breathing.

At the break of dawn

Seven souls will be stirred,

I’m the captain with an

Ever growing crew

And I need some wind at my back.

– Vagabond Prophet

Wardrobe

Beware the song with steps danced slowly

With melody so sweet that each word

Eagerly leaps from your tongue,

Do not let beautiful mantras

Robe your mind with lies.

Beware the wolf with wardrobe full of deceit,

Having spent its days learning your itches

Content with scratching before biting,

Not all pleasures good

Many dipped in arsenic

For hunted animals,

In dead of winter of course

He calls you precious.

A caution for the new tenant

In the old house

Unaware of the boards that creak

To wake a sleeping beast,

Know where you are and be on guard,

Mindful that home is a place nobody has been.

Careful with the man who never plays pretend,

Never trying to be somebody better than he is

To make it fit by force, always at ease

With a spirit malnourished.

Traits so wonderful never fit naturally

But in time you can grow into them.

– Vagabond Prophet

Thanks @josy57 for prompting @mildreflections and I with “Hunted Animals.”

Hope folks like it.

Kamikaze

I have no blood

I have no heart

Only a red sea in my chest

Tide in highs and lows

Every single second

At the beckoning of a moon

Behind the very sky.

Pulled by things unseen

Plucking feathers clean

Pruning vanity clipping pride

Silencing remarks so snide.

In the end I’ll be a nomad

Walking ever inland

To where the gardens grow

I’ll have no grass to mow

Only seeds to sow.

Come with me

Come one come all

Untie the dreams safely moored

Let them risk open waters

And swift unseen currents.

Be swept away by the music

That’s played in the background

Of your dreams.

Be the kamikaze 

That forgot to say goodbye

Overwhelmed by the importance

Of the task at hand.

– Vagabond Prophet

Unleavened

You can crush me you can mold me

You can tuck and fold me

Draw me taught or leave me wrinkled

Letting time spread its ripples

To each and every shore.

Leave me flat or by grace let

The wind impart a trace of wild yeast

To this unleavened soul

That I may rise.

– Vagabond Prophet