Let us go away
To the gutters of decay
See what we can find
To inspire new growth.
I’ve got sadness
Let’s turn into gladness,
And maybe this doubt
Will transform into faith.
I’ve got rage
Locked inside a cage
Maybe we can change it
Into something kinder.
That’s just what you do
The impossible it’s true,
It’s how this lump of dust
Is breathing at all.
– Vagabond Prophet
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Like a still lake
At first light
Reflecting sun and sky.
That’s how I want to reflect you.
Help me?
– Vagabond Prophet
February
Estuary
Between winter muds
And spring buds
No lens captures truly
This beauty unruly.– Vagabond Prophet
Waiting
Nose cold as glass
Sidewalk irridescent
Gardens crystalizing
I hope this bus is on time.
– Vagabond Prophet
February
Estuary
Between winter muds
And spring buds
No lens captures truly
This beauty unruly.
– Vagabond Prophet
Same above as below
Like a still lake
At first light
Reflecting sun and sky.
That’s how I want to reflect you.
Help me?
– Vagabond Prophet
Winter Sun
Winter sun burning brightly,
Effervescent rays
Tickling my nose.
Hot and cold
Simultaneously,
I don’t know how to feel.
Feels warm on my face,
My bones however feel cold
My ears are red like cherries.
Even this points to you,
You give what we need,
Not what we want.
– Vagabond Prophet
– I love winter, a lot.
Ablution Solution
Ten parts water
One part cleaner
You lurking in corners,
Say your prayers.
I’m coming for you
To smite you dead
Go back to the chasm
From whence you came!
Extermination
Determination
There’s no outrunning
My resolve.
You have been weighed
You have been measured.
I will wipe your presence
From the earth.
You germ with ill intent
Bacteria unseen,
I’ve an ablution solution
Concocted just for you.
This is what I do
A professional you see,
Unexciting sure but
Not every war has parades.
– Vagabond Prophet
– How I motivate myself to do mundane cleaning at work.
You don’t need to understand fire to burn brightly.
Vagabond Prophet
Lunar Lamplight
Dark yet outside
Can just make out your shape
By luminescent lunar lamplight.
Standing boldly in the courtyard
Stretching to the sky
Fingers reaching desperately.
Little bit’s broken by ice
But you’re still climbing
Aching to be higher.
Almost time to get your leaves back,
Each ring that gets added
You get closer to the heavens.
– Vagabond Prophet
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