Original Poetry about anything and everything.
Life is winter
Life is pain
By enduring
You may gain,
A chill so haunting
A love so daunting
It stands above
Swaying ponderously.
Awaiting consent
For it’s descent
To crush you completely
And make you anew.
To smother your spark
Leave it in dark
A reluctant tapeworm
Extracted by force.
Replaced with a germ
Expanding and firm
To fill you with hope
The truest love you’ve known.
– Vagabond Prophet
I’m the power line
Biding my time
Letting it all pile up
On my spine.
Waiting for prey
For me to betray
Underneath my shadow
Bombs away!
– Vagabond Prophet
– For the power line that dropped snow on my head today.
I am a precarious experiment
Baking soda
Stitched together with vinegar.Pull one thread
And it all begins dissolving.
With sounds that
I can only describe
As soaring.
You elevated me
Above all my mourning.
– Vagabond Prophet
I see exactly four stars.
North
South
East
West.
Which one do I follow
To bring me
Crashing at your door?
I’m so lost
Please help me.
I’m not so proud now
Just say something.
– Vagabond Prophet
I think I’m getting worse
Let it be as wine
Refining for a time.
Letting all bitterness
Bubble out
Hoping sweetness
Is left behind.
– Vagabond Prophet
Isn’t romance just adventure with the closest of friends?
I’ve got many questions
Do you see them
Floating upwards?
Does doubt die upon meeting you?
So you send it back
To me unanswered.
We’ll meet one day
And you’ll have
All the questions,
I’ll stutter out an answer.
You’ll peel back all my scales
In blinding agony
And reveal the treasure
You placed there long ago.
– Vagabond Prophet
Empower, coarse through me
So that I’m mostly you.
So I can be as Enoch
Until one day
You elongate my legs
So I can finally
Look you in the eye
If I dare.
– Vagabond Prophet
Resentments sitting content
Happy in my blindspot
Loading up on buckshot.
Dropping their illusions
Descending around
This fragile ground.
Saying brutal things
With crepuscular scent
That make me lament.
“Did you gargle with haggis?
You smell like entrails and fear
And your end is near.”
Can you give me words
To silence these birds of prey
And render them but clay?
– Vagabond Prophet
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