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.
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Fevers
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
Would a tired panda look any different? Or would it just look the same, kind of like how that wishbone of yours looks just like a backbone.
Honk
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.
Thronging
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
Disappointed by Candy
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
There’s no room for a double view when my mind is no concern to you.
Carnival Knights
The cat has one tail but you chose to take nine, you’re taking nine for me.
Carnival Knights
Met Your Match
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
I drink tea when I’m out of alcohol. I’ve been drinking a lot of tea lately, it’s refreshing and I hate it.