Original Poetry about anything and everything.
You don’t make your coffee like this?
Then you’re doing it wrong,
If water and grounds don’t
Spend time loving each other
What magic can there be?
Your mug deserves better,
Give it the devotion it deserves.
It’s worked so hard
To stimulate your mind
With weak and empty brews.
Instant coffee, pah
More like disdain right now!
Give it time trust me
And it’ll give fertile soil
For the seeds in your soul.
– Vagabond Prophet
All those mothers, lifting cars out of need. Finding strength out of sheer necessity. Have I not needed strength?
Like a mirage
Shimmering into view
Taking shape
Kaleidoscope slowly unraveling
All its own delusions.
Much better than anything
I could have imagined.
– Vagabond Prophet
Lines on the road,
Everybody listens,
Strange that we comply
Because I even disobey gravity
Every chance I get.
Hearts been pumping ink
Slick 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
Morning bus ride
Exactly fourteen minutes
To arrange my soul
In tidy little stanzas.
– Vagabond Prophet
Where are we?
Don’t recognize this street.
Just like following you,
I hope the driver knows
Where he’s going.
– Vagabond Prophet
Passing cafes and shops
In morning twilight,
Rooftops laden with snow
Flowers don’t yet grow.
Almost there though
Icicles go drip drip drip
Spring knows how to entice
Seducing all the ice.
– Vagabond Prophet
Does your faith evaporate
Like water
On a hot sidewalk?
And children trample
On the remnant of your hopes.
What then?
Do you still believe?
When your heart
Undoes its rivets,
To let itself topple
Like a rookie jenga match.
Does your faith endure
The torrent of survival,
The steady drip of living.
Can it survive a head wound?
Or being trapped in a storm
With no way home?
It could be different you know,
You could let him carry you,
And work out the little knots in your soul.
Just know when your faith
In him is shaken,
His in you is not.
– Vagabond Prophet
Time carves a canyon
On my face,
Love thins to liquid
By your closeness.
It fills every crevice
Bridges every gap,
Rising to meet
The bluffs of my inadequacy
And placate all my nonsense.
– Vagabond Prophet
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