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This Barren City


This barren city

These roads slick with tears

These sidewalks cracked

And mountains in every direction.

Here in the valley

Everything settles

The rain filling the fields

Running down from frosty peaks

To overflow my ditches,

The clouds fall on my head

Every morning making everything dewy.

In this barren city

Where anything can grow

Except good will towards

The hopeless, the shattered

The broken and tattered.

To the many who call these streets

Their home tonight,

No bed to rest your weary bones

No place to wash off bad decisions

Hoping tomorrow you are able

Tomorrow you’d have more strength

And someone in your corner.

To them and others

I say unto you

The city might be barren

But you don’t have to be,

The streets might be cold

But your heart isn’t.

The hope that rises with the sun

Will lift you from the pavement

And raise the dead in you.

– Vagabond Prophet

@josy57 thanks for prompting me with “This Barren City.” This issue is dear to me.

Hurricane

I don’t believe in true love

Or in soulmates

But I know what happened to me

And I believe in  addiction.

You did not screech or beseech

With kissable lips

And raised eyebrow

With clever fingers set your snare.

I was yours.

You hooked me

With the efficiency of a hurricane,

I became forever yours.

– Vagabond Prophet

@delightfulharmonypoetry

vagabondprophet:

Mirror Me

Have you been mixing

Pain and pleasure,

And calling it treasure?

You’re better than that,

Let’s link up the yoke

Before you start to choke.

One step at a time,

That’s it mirror me

Until you can follow me.

What do you need?

I’ll give it gladly

I love you madly.

Let’s get you free

Of those rusty fetters,

And the greedy debtors.

You’re mine now not theres.

So stop mixing pain with pleasure

And calling it treasure.

– Vagabond Prophet

vagabondprophet:

Mirror Me

Have you been mixing

Pain and pleasure,

And calling it treasure?

You’re better than that,

Let’s link up the yoke

Before you start to choke.

One step at a time,

That’s it mirror me

Until you can follow me.

What do you need?

I’ll give it gladly

I love you madly.

Let’s get you free

Of those rusty fetters,

And the greedy debtors.

You’re mine now not theres.

So stop mixing pain with pleasure

And calling it treasure.

– Vagabond Prophet

Mirror Me

Have you been mixing

Pain and pleasure,

And calling it treasure?

You’re better than that,

Let’s link up the yoke

Before you start to choke.

One step at a time,

That’s it mirror me

Until you can follow me.

What do you need?

I’ll give it gladly

I love you madly.

Let’s get you free

Of those rusty fetters,

And the greedy debtors.

You’re mine now not theres.

So stop mixing pain with pleasure

And calling it treasure.

– Vagabond Prophet