Original Poetry about anything and everything.
All week long, frigid mornings
And warm afternoons,
Cold sweats,
Hot sweats.
Thursday comes and it’s time
To wisen up, no coat
Just my experience and hope
To keep me warm until the P.M.
That’s the day that mother nature
Couldn’t hold it any longer,
Leaking out so rapidly
Not even clouds could absorb
Before soaking me through.
– Vagabond Prophet
Age well, age poorly
See if I care,
You’ll still just be more you
Sweetening my air.
I always wanted to be the kind of man
Who said more with his silence,
Yet I talk too damn much
Like the gamblers at gas stations week after week
Hoping that one day it’ll all work out.
Some ailments don’t give fevers
Some wounds don’t leave scars.
I know a scant amount of faith
Can break down devils,
And too much may just suffice
To keep me level.
By grace and grace alone
I’ve been saved
From having everything
That I’ve ever wanted.
– Vagabond Prophet
Strolling hand in hand
I felt your feathers intertwined with mine,
As we meander across lines
Yellow and white
Dotted and solid.
We don’t care about the world,
We’ve got our love to keep us warm.
Even if those are cars honking at us,
Even if this is a busy road,
Even though we’re geese.
Honk.
– Vagabond Prophet
Bloody geese stopped traffic this morning, they really did look like a couple.
Wind rushing
Blood gushing,
Enemies thronging in my blind spot.
You said you’d watch over me
Until the end of the age.
Everyday I understand better
You meant that differently than expected.
Watch me closely I beg of you.
It’s getting dark and my feet
Are unwieldy and easily misled.
You’ve always been a brutal teacher,
And yet I’ve learned.
Salvation can’t be self taught,
Self help books will only ever be kindling
For the fires of hell.
Let me learn from every turn
Of this journey you’ve set me down,
Just please don’t let me know
What it’s like to feel your presence lacking.
– Vagabond Prophet
Some things get harder,
With each stroke of times brush.
Like getting out of bed,
Believing in magic,
And making friends.
Like how cravings get stronger
For candy that disappoints
More and more each bite.
– Vagabond Prophet
Gravity has finally met its match in you
Tell me where do you hide your wings
I could swear you belong in the sky
With all that grace and beauty,
Why do you walk beside me
And not above me?
– Vagabond Prophet
Some people just want to get along
With everybody at all costs,
Insisting everybody can be right.
They cut off the branch they sit on
As a shelter for themselves.
Afraid to offend people
By disagreeing with anything.
All that proves though,
Is a refusal to stand for anything.
No land to defend
A nomad belonging neither
To truth or lies.
You can’t swap gravy for hummus
And tell me it’s the same,
And if you try you’ll always feel anchored
By the weight of your own name.
I’m not inflexible
I don’t refuse to listen
But some truths really are that rigid.
And just for saying that
You gawk in shock and disbelief,
That I would dare to say
That the definition of North
Can’t be stretched
To also mean south.
– Vagabond Prophet
He’d painstakingly inched along
From his room, in a wheelchair
So slowly that with each rotation
The world made a rotation on its axis,
He made glaciers look swift.
He was so very old
That time had made knots in his mind,
And knit wrinkles in his spine.
He sat in front
Of that silver machine
And asked me
“How do I get ice out of here?”
Honesty is the best policy,
Or so I’ve been told
So I plainly told him,
“Sir, that’s a blanket warmer.”
– Vagabond Prophet
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