Bumpy ride stops
At a ‘T’ intersection
Or is it an ‘l’ with a dorsal fin?
Perspective is everything.
Vagabond Prophet
Original Poetry about anything and everything.
Bumpy ride stops
At a ‘T’ intersection
Or is it an ‘l’ with a dorsal fin?
Perspective is everything.
Vagabond Prophet
Socks getting holes
After just three uses.
Are my travels that despicable
That even my clothing refuses to go back?
Do you think I bow out cause I think you’re right?
Or cause I don’t want to fight?
We lay down seething, smell our pillows burn and drift off to the place where you’d think we’d learn
The Tragically Hip
Waiting for the clouds to split wide open, release their payload and wash me clean.
– Vagabond Prophet
The worst part about losing your hair is feeling the wind blow through it and wondering if it’ll be the last time.
Vagabond Prophet
The worst part about losing your hair is feeling the wind blow through it and wondering if it’ll be the last time.
Vagabond Prophet
I go to bed with the window open so I can listen to you whisper sweet little nothing’s while I fall asleep. I’ll shiver it’s true but It’s always with delight.
Vagabond Prophet
And if you swear that there’s no truth and who cares
How come you say it like you’re right?
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?
Looking for inspiration when you’re sitting right in front of me. I can be so stupid sometimes.