How to Write a Book

Take your heart, slice it into hundreds of convenient and easy to flip through slivers, give it a front and back cover. The End.

– Vagabond Prophet

When I emerge victorious
Having walked those long steps
With gasoline soaked shoes,
I’ll walk back and drop a match
On every footprint
Leave a blazing trail
For all you failures to follow.

Vagabond Prophet

Upon screaming for help

I found my voice

And needed help no longer.

Vagabond Prophet

mildreflections:

Moth

So now it lies still,

Its heart silenced.

The auburn temptations were too becoming.

The moth that once flew

With dotted wings,

And frivolous patterns,

Killed by its love for flames.

– Mild Reflections

You’re too damn good mister.

Gravitas

All sound is born from silence

All art is born from fractured beauty

Trying to graft some goodness to some pain.

Now I dare to unlock my voice

I’ve carried this whole time.

The knot in my stomach

Turns to words on my lips

And though I am afraid

I know that half of fear is wonder.

I wonder

I wonder will my voice

Find a pleasing place

Amongst the octaves

To sing my story gone untold.

With baritone gravitas

And soprano urgency

My song will soar above the madness.

– Vagabond Prophet

@josy57 gave me the prompt “I’ve carried it all this time.” Thanks for that. I hope folks enjoy.

Hidden Wings

Let your blue eyes shine

Let our hands entwine

For I delight in you

And everything you do.

You who came from heaven

With hidden wings,

You better things

With the vigor of your stance

When you roar when you prance.

Though you give me trouble

You’ll shake the earth to rubble,

You’ll end things abrupt

That you see corrupt.

With every glittering smile

My heart jumps a mile

Jump and travel

The length of my stride

My girl you’ve embodied

All of my pride.

– Vagabond Prophet

@delightfulharmonypoetry

For our girl on her birthday.

For what is creativity but madness in cursive?

Vagabond Prophet

Stealing Flowers

I heard tales of you

From woefully unreliable sources

Who poured their propaganda

Like concrete,

Hoping to build a foundation

For themselves.

Lips on the inside

Teeth on the outside

You’d always bite

Before you’d kiss.

This is what I was told.

Now I listened to my friends

But kept a spark of doubt,

Upon meeting you

I was made to breath heavy

And fan it into flame.

Since then the fire

Has taken many forms,

Like traversing the town on foot

To see you for thirty minutes.

Like stealing the cities

Entire supply of yellow flowers

To brighten your grey workplace.

Like shade

Saving in summer

Yet deadly in winter,

Your smile careened

Through my heart.

Leaving mailboxes tipped

And street signs turned around

Now unsure if I’m driving

Too fast or too slow

But it’s towards you

So I push my foot down.

– Vagabond Prophet

@delightfulharmonypoetry

Forget commas and periods let it all bleed together let the meaning blur for life is already a run on sentence and it should take your breath away.

Vagabond Prophet

If you’re breathing not but smoke

I’ll suck it out

And between us we’ll still have

Two good lungs.

Vagabond Prophet

@delightfulharmonypoetry