Everyday at 11:11
I realize my wish came true,
Everyday at 11:11
I remember I’ve got you.
– Vagabond Prophet
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Unyielding
The concrete was unyielding
Just like your convictions,
I wished that word ‘maybe’
Was part of your diction.
– Vagabond Prophet
Evergreen
Twisting and turning,
Sinews yearning.
For every rivulet.
Taking the hard way
Taking the easy way,
Whatever the heart desires.
Splitting stones asunder
To take its plunder.
Rich dark soil.
Fortifying Vessels
Nautical wrestles.
Carry me across the sea.
Winter might
Brutal white.
Sorting deciduous, evergreen.
Dieing yearly,
Rather queerly.
Just a little cold is all.
But evergreens don’t listen
To what the weather man has christened.
Fruitful all year long.
Hardy, immovable.
A truth that’s not removable.
That’s how I want to be.
Evergreen.
Never dead.
– Vagabond Prophet
When you’ve got a song stuck in your head
That you’ve never heard before.
That’s when you’ll know I’m speaking to you,
In a language just for us.
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Corrugated
Have you ever met
Someone so dishonest,
That there lies must be fabricated?
Not imagined,
But built,
Out of real material.
Corrugated words,
Folded back,
Against one another.
Hoping they can bare
The weight of their
Collective despair.
– Vagabond Prophet
Evergreen
Twisting and turning,
Sinews yearning.
For every rivulet.
Taking the hard way
Taking the easy way,
Whatever the heart desires.
Splitting stones asunder
To take its plunder.
Rich dark soil.
Fortifying Vessels
Nautical wrestles.
Carry me across the sea.
Winter might
Brutal white.
Sorting deciduous, evergreen.
Dieing yearly,
Rather queerly.
Just a little cold is all.
But evergreens don’t listen
To what the weather man has christened.
Fruitful all year long.
Hardy, immovable.
A truth that’s not removable.
That’s how I want to be.
Evergreen.
Never dead.
– Vagabond Prophet
Little Knots
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
Pocket of Tears
If you’re crying
And you can’t stop,
Follow these simple steps.
Don and button
Your least favourite coat,
Just trust me.
Catch every tear
Into a single pocket
Until it’s brimming.
Then take that pocket
Sew it shut,
If just so you can shed it.
We must unclothe
Our deepest sadness,
No one is warmed by grief.
Now burn it all
Yes the coat too,
For no one is warmed by grief.
– Vagabond Prophet
When you’ve got a song stuck in your head
That you’ve never heard before.
That’s when you’ll know I’m speaking to you,
In a language just for us.
Vagabond Prophet (via vagabondprophet)
Corrugated
Have you ever met
Someone so dishonest,
That there lies must be fabricated?
Not imagined,
But built,
Out of real material.
Corrugated words,
Folded back,
Against one another.
Hoping they can bare
The weight of their
Collective despair.
– Vagabond Prophet
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