Original Poetry about anything and everything.
Sometimes not enough,
Others far too many.
Twenty four hours in a day.
Wake up bright and ready to live!
Sometimes dragging this husk around
One day closer to decay.
Life can be so taxing
And hurt just too much,
For days end I pray.
Life can be so wonderful
Full of joy and I don’t want
The end of today.
So tomorrow bring me vigor
And a thickening of skin
To become good clay.
Twenty four hours
Again coming to a close,
I just need your promise
To bring me twenty four more.
– Vagabond Prophet
X and Y
Do you remember ?
When your X found my Y
And evolved into our boy.
Does he miss me?
His daddy,
Now that the only daddy around
Is the one in the corner
With the long legs
With nobody left to kill it.
Catalogue of lives,
Rows of souls
Inked on tiny little tags.
How many stories are here?
A hundred?
A thousand?
How do they spread out
And fracture off like spiderwebs.
Are there lovers and enemies here?
Are some tags soaked with tears,
And others just with alcohol?
I used to feel small,
Now I know I’m small.
One day all that’s pertinent
Will fit in a drawer
The size of my thumb.
– Vagabond Prophet
Some hate it
Because it’s cold
And dangerous.
That’s why I love it,
As it stings my face
I’m reminded that
I’m surging with
Red hot life.
– Vagabond Prophet
Sometimes I need to dilute the air I breath with smoke. It’s just too fresh for someone as tarnished as I am.
I can’t see the sun for the daylight.
I can’t feel your breath for the wind.
I get so used to these shadows.
Will you chase away these shadows when you come back again?
Salt trucks driving all around
Spraying just about everywhere,
If you’re from a warm place
You might not understand.
Here salt preserves
Even lives sometimes.
– Vagabond Prophet
Do you want to travel?
We can grab the moon
As it spins by tonight.
We’ll see every city light
Until our dreams are flooded
With all that neon light.
– Vagabond Prophet
Red frames around brown eyes
Like black coffee but sweeter.
Eyes focused pondering
How to get your heart out
Through your fingertips.
Oh sweetheart don’t forget
You have my heart too,
Maybe that ink will thin
More easily.
I’ve always been
A little more fluid in February.
– Vagabond Prophet
Looking for inspiration when you’re sitting right in front of me. I can be so stupid sometimes.
Vagabond Prophet 