Oil Paintings

You taught me about oil paintings

How they’re always drying

Colours evolving

To find their own beauty

Hidden deep within.

I’ll be that for you

Never perfect but improving

Peeling off my layers

To find strength down under.

As I let the sun embolden me

Year after year.

– Vagabond Prophet

High Hopes

What goes up must come down

And I’ve got high hopes,

Shed that swollen husk

Off my barnacled soul.

I don’t need that anymore,

Clinging on to my injuries like trophies.

All the best athletes know

It’s all about fear reduction,

That’s what’ll win the race

And keep my hopes from crashing down.

– Vagabond Prophet