I’d like to say different words now but death is what saves.
Carnival Knights
Original Poetry about anything and everything.
I’d like to say different words now but death is what saves.
Carnival Knights
Children climbing into our bed in the middle of the night. They’re welcome of course, but why must they sleep perpendicular to logic itself?
Vagabond Prophet

Coat my throat with velvet
Black as night
Smooth as silk
And thick as the table.
– Vagabond Prophet
Scribbling in the dark, just to chase away these stowaways.
Vagabond Prophet

The sky meets the ground.
They’re one thing now,
No separation
Just unity.
– Vagabond Prophet
With sounds that
I can only describe
As soaring.
You elevated me
Above all my mourning.
– Vagabond Prophet
Fingers getting numb
Painfully pink
Still holding this pen though.
When ink freezes also
That’s when I’m truly dead.
– Vagabond Prophet
Bags under my eyes
Hammocks in disguise
Isn’t romance just adventure with the closest of friends?

Grass only half
Covered in frost
Incomplete transformation .
Come back soon
Finish what you’ve started.
– Vagabond Prophet