Age well, age poorly
See if I care,
You’ll still just be more you
Sweetening my air.
Vagabond Prophet
Tag: spilled ink
I always wanted to be the kind of man
Who said more with his silence,
Yet I talk too damn much
Like the gamblers at gas stations week after week
Hoping that one day it’ll all work out.
Vagabond Prophet
Fevers
Some ailments don’t give fevers
Some wounds don’t leave scars.
I know a scant amount of faith
Can break down devils,
And too much may just suffice
To keep me level.
By grace and grace alone
I’ve been saved
From having everything
That I’ve ever wanted.
– Vagabond Prophet
Would a tired panda look any different? Or would it just look the same, kind of like how that wishbone of yours looks just like a backbone.
Vagabond Prophet
Thronging
Wind rushing
Blood gushing,
Enemies thronging in my blind spot.
You said you’d watch over me
Until the end of the age.
Everyday I understand better
You meant that differently than expected.
Watch me closely I beg of you.
It’s getting dark and my feet
Are unwieldy and easily misled.
You’ve always been a brutal teacher,
And yet I’ve learned.
Salvation can’t be self taught,
Self help books will only ever be kindling
For the fires of hell.
Let me learn from every turn
Of this journey you’ve set me down,
Just please don’t let me know
What it’s like to feel your presence lacking.
– Vagabond Prophet
Disappointed by Candy
Some things get harder,
With each stroke of times brush.
Like getting out of bed,
Believing in magic,
And making friends.
Like how cravings get stronger
For candy that disappoints
More and more each bite.
– Vagabond Prophet
Met Your Match
Gravity has finally met its match in you
Tell me where do you hide your wings
I could swear you belong in the sky
With all that grace and beauty,
Why do you walk beside me
And not above me?
– Vagabond Prophet
Rigid
Some people just want to get along
With everybody at all costs,
Insisting everybody can be right.
They cut off the branch they sit on
As a shelter for themselves.
Afraid to offend people
By disagreeing with anything.
All that proves though,
Is a refusal to stand for anything.
No land to defend
A nomad belonging neither
To truth or lies.
You can’t swap gravy for hummus
And tell me it’s the same,
And if you try you’ll always feel anchored
By the weight of your own name.
I’m not inflexible
I don’t refuse to listen
But some truths really are that rigid.
And just for saying that
You gawk in shock and disbelief,
That I would dare to say
That the definition of North
Can’t be stretched
To also mean south.
– Vagabond Prophet
True North
Like a ship graveyard
Where we sort through the rotten planks
To find the few good ones.
Together we may salvage
One seaworthy vessel
From the thousand capsized.
We all push off from shore
Without giving the land a last glance
We go past the breakers,
No map, just a promise.
A common faith
Of a country far away,
Something I’ve always known of.
It’s like the way the moon
Chases a Sun it’s never seen
Except for in dreams.
We all work the ropes
And steer the rudder
For the compass is etched
On all of our hearts.
– Vagabond Prophet
Ice Machine
He’d painstakingly inched along
From his room, in a wheelchair
So slowly that with each rotation
The world made a rotation on its axis,
He made glaciers look swift.
He was so very old
That time had made knots in his mind,
And knit wrinkles in his spine.
He sat in front
Of that silver machine
And asked me
“How do I get ice out of here?”
Honesty is the best policy,
Or so I’ve been told
So I plainly told him,
“Sir, that’s a blanket warmer.”
– Vagabond Prophet
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