For I’ve seen beauty aswell with her sting.
Carnival Knights
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I’d like to say different words now but death is what saves.
Carnival Knights
I love crosswords
They remind me of
How I came to love you.I was five across
You were seven down,
And it’s by your definition
That I was ever found.– Vagabond Prophet
Weight of the World
An old man
Wearing both belt and suspenders,
What are you so afraid of?
Does the weight
Of the world
Weigh more heavily
On your shoulders?
Does time sink heavily
On your body
And you maintain the illusion
Of being uplifting?
Are there too many secrets
Hiding in your pockets
Such mass as to double
As an anchor?
Life can be so crippling
And you’ve endured so long,
Perhaps at that age I too
Will take all the help I can get.
– Vagabond Prophet
Coerced
I always wished I was a morning person
And now I’ve been forced
Coerced into the single digit A.M.
– Vagabond Prophet
Make Haste
It’s so damn early
Why am I up?
I’m the only one
On this bus.
Darkness for a while yet
What’s a man to do
To see night prevail
Long before light comes
To claim victory.
Cast out every shadow!
Reach out with burning hand
Strike these shadows.
You call me child of light
But all I’ve ever known is darkness.
Don’t wait long
Come eat up this fog,
Take what’s yours
This day and all to come.
– Vagabond Prophet
Double Decker Grave
It’s easy to say I want to kiss you,
Who wouldn’t
You’re a garden overflowing with sweetness
Your lips the secret gate.
It’s easy to say
I want to share a bed or a whole life with you.
Like anyone I desire
Love and acceptance and pleasure.
But I want to go beyond
Set apart from the rest,
I want to share a grave.
Together in time
We’ll enrich the soil
And our last children together
Will be trees growing side by side.
– Vagabond Prophet
Bad Part of Town
They call this
The ‘bad’ part of town
The part with the foodbank
And the building for supervised visits.
Families separated
Estranged by circumstance,
Needy, not bad
Desperate not volatile.
I’ll tell you about
The bad part of town,
It’s up on the hill
It’s all chrome and glass.
Throwing food away
Every single day
Ignoring their children
Who just want to play.
– Vagabond Prophet
Sorrowproof
Melancholy pounds away
At the edges of myself.
Finding all the weak seems.
It seeps into my tissue
Swirling around tempestuously
Like cream poured into ice coffee.
Please give me strength
To stitch up my side
Painful as it will be
To push the needle in
Just to pull it back out.
It’s the only way to keep myself
Sorrowproof.
– Vagabond Prophet
Black and White
I believe in black
I believe in white.
Culture says everything is grey,
They’re wrong though.
You can’t have grey
Without black and white,
You can’t have meals
Without ingredients,
You can’t have a solution
Without first a problem.
– Vagabond Prophet
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