Original Poetry about anything and everything.
I don’t believe in true love
Or in soulmates
But I know what happened to me
And I believe in addiction.
You did not screech or beseech
With kissable lips
And raised eyebrow
With clever fingers set your snare.
I was yours.
You hooked me
With the efficiency of a hurricane,
I became forever yours.
– Vagabond Prophet
Gentleness as defined by the poets dictionary:
A softness of spirit that aims to caress rather than bludgeon. Instead of softly spoken lies gentleness speaks truth, fanning the flames of timid souls. Always edifying always encouraging.
Other definitions include: A tender heart expressed in tender touch.
Kindest of instructors, teaching by example and love never by the rod or with condemnation.
Antonyms: Violent, angry, rough, unkind.
Only gentleness is concerned with love and truth being soft to the touch and easy on the skin.
– Vagabond Prophet
– So excited to be on this project with @mildreflections .
Created like clear running water
Either joining up to marry a greater body
Or going still and murky in marshy mires.
Designed to age like a spider,
Which is to say well
But with a web that tells a story.
My tongue intentionally sits
Uncomfortably in its fractured saddle
Amidst broken teeth and words
Not yet sharpened.
Destined to wrestle with myself
And the one strand of DNA
That must be made of razor wire.
The anthem of the damned
Cries out loudly
“Freedom!”
Freedom to wander
And freedom to ponder
Freedom of choice and care of consequence.
Is freedom the best desire to have?
Not better to serve a good master
Than serve only myself?
I answer this question
In the negative to find I am
A bird that would fly
But grounded by weighty bones,
Having not had the lead yet hollowed out
By painful but saving tools.
By design I am the battlefield
Between Hells Hallowed Howl
And Heavens Terrible Goodness.
Both at times whispering,
Both at times shouthing,
And both at all times
Vying for my soul.
By design I trust in Goodness
Though it does not shimmer
Though it dances less entrancingly,
For its promise to pull out razor wire
And extract lead from my bones.
Though the Howl dances beautifully
Shines brilliantly and sings convincingly,
How to trust something
That only promises my desires
As though there is nothing greater?
By design,
Is a question I can not answer.
– Vagabond Prophet
– Thanks @josy57 for prompting me with “By Design.”
Shooting stars, the carrier pigeons
Of worlds long gone cold
No longer spinning only hurtled
Burning up with one last urgent message
“The idea of me has lasted
Long after my embers turned to ice,
Will the same be said of you?”
Vagabond Prophet
Late July and overcast
Clouds as heavy as my eyelids,
Ready to spill open
And move on to better weather.
Vagabond Prophet
They call me the commuting poet,
For I conjure verses
On my way to places.
It’s remembering them
Long enough to find a pen
That’s my real weakness.
Vagabond Prophet
Tallest mountains keep on growing,
Deepest seas never full,
Oxen heavily yolked
That will forever pull.
Grass that grows only to be cut,
To feed the greatest beasts
For unending preparations
For unending feasts.
Like tides that bathe the earth
Exfoliating her skin
And volcanoes erupting
Making beauty marks on her cheek.
Night skies more full of
White than black
That just hasn’t reached
Our eyes yet.
Like slugs rolled from tail to head
Everything comes to a point
That uncontainable must explode.
When the stones begin to scream
And whirlpools turned inside out
Shoot fountains into the sky,
When the earth with confetti
And pomp and circumstance
As never seen or heard before
We will no longer doubt
Will no longer reason or argue
That everything is promised for greatness.
Made to look beyond the confines of our skin,
Beyond the confines of long forgiven sin.
– Vagabond Prophet
– Thanks @josy57 for prompting me with “Promised for Greatness.” I hope you like it.
One year ago today
You decided to go
Sometimes I’m in disbelief
I didn’t know
So we weep
With tears for you
As an ocean opens up
To swallow you
Gravity reversed, taking things away
While your demons on fear fed
Maybe thinking you’d find
a place for your head
Did you feel cold
And lost in desperation?
When you were standing
in the wake of devastation
We wonder what you’d say
About this grief unraveled
Maybe ‘weep not
For roads untraveled’
In the wastelands of today
When there’s nothing left to lose
You showed us how to survive
That’s a truth not a ruse
No I don’t know
Why is everything so heavy
How much water is too much
For this splintering levee
You helped so many stay afloat
And keep climbing their ladder,
Wherever you are please know
In the end, it really did matter.
– Vagabond Prophet
– Rest In Peace Chester Bennington, we miss you.
Heat taking form so long
As it has something to climb
And eyes to sting.
Standing on the shoulders
Of noble planks gone black
In the name of warmth,
In the name of romance,
In the name of mesmerizing
Souls like mine for hours on end.
Quieting and emptying
A restless mind.
Oh to surrender to that
Unstoppable goodness
So much harder than evil
Which always molds to your fancy.
– Vagabond Prophet
This house will be full
Of heads needing rest
And mouths needing food.
Every bedroom window being
Fogged by steady breathing.
At the break of dawn
Seven souls will be stirred,
I’m the captain with an
Ever growing crew
And I need some wind at my back.
– Vagabond Prophet
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