Original Poetry about anything and everything.
The light reaches out
Long fingers touching everything.
Hobo tents and bank roofs alike
Both glistening under
Last night’s rain.
Sky still cluttered
With the aftermath.
If the heavens do not discriminate
With their celestial perspective
Maybe we can learn something
Under cluttered skies.
– Vagabond Prophet
Spring has sprung and the rains that fall softly throw the smell of flowers back up much more heavily.
Said you don’t want to move to Seattle,
That’s fine you’ve got enough rain
Falling off your disdain
For anybody just a little different.
Don’t judge a book by it’s cover
But I can’t help but wonder at the scars
On this man saying he lives in cars,
Who’d design a cover that way?
Dad will they have a happy ending?
With such a sad middle.
Thinking, thumbs mid twiddle,
“Son avert your eyes.”
No real answer
Just don’t think about it.
It works as long as you forget
That each person is a story.
Dad if you’d just turn a few pages
Look past the cover,
See he’s a lover
With no flowers left to give.
– Vagabond Prophet
On my walk to work,
Rain washes yesterday away,
Wash me like a fruit
Don’t let me go astray.
Cars go speeding by
I really hope they see me,
I’m ready for the day now
And this puddle is gleamy.
If the water keeps on coming
It’ll find what’s underground,
I pray it’s strength for the day
Something I’ve not yet found.
– Vagabond Prophet
A foggy twilight,
Everything is grey or brown,.
Raining with such weight
To bring the gutters crashing down.
But honey if you want
Those lovely May flowers,
We’ll have to endure
This season and its power.
– Vagabond Prophet
A foggy twilight,
Everything is grey or brown,.
Raining with such weight
To bring the gutters crashing down.
But honey if you want
Those lovely May flowers,
We’ll have to endure
This season and its power.
– Vagabond Prophet
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