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
Tag: spilled thoughts
Fingertips
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
Definition
What is a writer?
A thoughtsmith
Shaping words
With heat and strength
Into something you can wield.
Sometimes a sword
Sometimes a candlestick.
A poet much the same
But more nonsensical,
Like a soldier
Who dances into battle.
No less effective
Just different.
If you do it well enough
It can be understood
In every language
Like “Coffee” or “Mama”,
And maybe just maybe
Make people wonder
If we’re made for something different.
– Vagabond Prophet
Hangry
Bright and early
Brown eyed and tempestuous,
You flicker and burn
Like embers in the wind.
Disaster yearns at dawn
I better get this boy breakfast
And delay the apocalypse
Just one more day.
– Vagabond Prophet
Snow
Yesterday was rain
With polkadot asphalt,
The wind made a current
Sky turned white
And slowly descended.
Today is different
Frosty little tidbits
Floating down to earth.
Earth shivers at its touch
Just like a first kiss.
Liquid becomes solid
At the gentleness
Of your touch.
And you say to me,
“I colour the ground,
To remind you I’m around.”
– Vagabond Prophet
Cheese
If even milk can die
And turn into something great
What does that say of me?
In my current state.
If fruit can perish
Turning into wine
Give strength to my gut,
But not straight off the vine.
Okay you’ve made it clear
I’ll undergo the transformation,
I’ll die and die again
Is this truly salvation?
– Vagabond Prophet
Road Workers
Hearts been pumping inkSlick and unerasable,
Things both good and bad
Boldly on the page.
Like rock formations
Road workers go around
Circumventing, rerouting
Avoiding at all costs.
Give me courage
To smooth these bumps
Fill these holes
And pave a road to you.
– Vagabond Prophet
Poke
I had this membrane in my brainSeparating good from evil,
One day I took a stick
Poke poke poke.
I was just curious
But now it’s rushing in
Past all of me
I can’t tread anymore.
When it gets past halfway
Maybe it’ll flow back
That’s when I’ll grab the tape
And make my escape.
– Vagabond Prophet
Vacancy
If sorrow plucks and pulls,
And microphones only diminish
The desperation in your voice.
If the hair on your soul
Has gone grey with worry,
Don’t lose heart.
It’s true all that’s inside
Will be coming out,
But you get to choose
What happens with the vacant space.
– Vagabond Prophet
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