Original Poetry about anything and everything.
I’ll love you not like the spring loves flowers
Or how children love mothers.
I’ll love you not how sun loves the moon,
Ever evasive but still reflecting brilliance.
I’ll love you like a bee sting
Sacrificing life to leave my mark on you,
I’ll let you have my honey sweet
That I’ve toiled long to possess.
It’ll never go bad,
But to go unmet
By lips as sweet as yours
Is a fate far worse.
– Vagabond Prophet
Ice Cream ain’t got nothing
On the sweetness and smoothness
Of her skin on my fingers.
Vinegar ain’t got nothing
On the sting in her venom
Lying in wait, beneath a tongue
Usually so sweet.
Sheets of egyptian cotton
Ain’t got nothing,
On the comfort she brings me.
Any other woman
Ain’t got nothing,
On the love I have for her.
Burned too many times
In a flame of her own blood
Heart now singed at edges
But tender at the center.
Medium rare ain’t got nothing
On her perfection gained by fire.
– Vagabond Prophet
Though your words are lovely
Your voice is more so,
Written on the air
With most elegant of quills.
If you need proof that every soul
Is at war with itself,
Look no further than your sunglasses.
That in the darkest hour of night
We pray for dawn to break
To chase the shadows away
And illuminate your spirit.
What do you do?
What have I done?
That dearest beseeched ray of day
Finally hops the fence and is found
To be too damn brilliant
Too sharp and discerning to tolerate
It stings the eyes and scorches the skin.
I wear sunglasses,
Keep my foot in both camps
For darkness threatens to smother
And light threatens to burn me
So I stay in the middle.
So you see we are all of us
Creatures afflicted by division,
Fallen spirits trying to float upwards
While still clinging to the ground,
The best gymnast of the heart
Can’t do the splits that well.
Trash your Oakley’s
Nobody can serve two masters.
– Vagabond Prophet
No Switzerland or Sweden
When our conflicts erupt
No neutral ground
To ignore the bombs
Just your love creeping
Through my veins
Threatening to invade my heart.
You’re relentless, a war monger
I’ll appease your wrath
Take what you want
When you’ve claimed all of me
Know that for this man
You’ve conquered the world.
– Vagabond Prophet
Poetry: Writing what you feel,
Erasing half the words
And praying the page itself
May read between the lines.
Vagabond Prophet
Warmer weather
Thinner leather
Winds touch becomes
More bearable.
As I shed my coat
I’m surrounded by a moat
Daytimes gaze
Embrace from every side.
Vagabond Prophet
I’ve no sense of direction
You provide me with wind to find my way
Holding wet fingers up high following your breath.All sound is born from silence
And you created both.
Only you could dash me to pieces
And have it somehow leave me whole.
Vagabond Prophet
How dare you! Bastard…
With your rhythmic mockery in tones of mechanical whirring at the monstrosity that is me. I swear I’ll pull the plug on you.– My thoughts towards the treadmill.
Vagabond Prophet
Did you know the only difference between purification and putrification is ’T’?
It’s why I drink coffee.
Vagabond Prophet
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