Original Poetry about anything and everything.
You Queen of strife
Me only faithful enough
To make Thomas look good.
Me with strong jaws
And weak teeth
And you with the nightmares.
The nightmares of people
That almost cared and then didn’t,
Of people who cared
And then stopped.
He’ll use even us
For something never expected,
We’ll slip right into it
Fitting perfectly
Like a sleeping bag for the soul.
– Vagabond Prophet
If I close my eyes
Could I see my inner workings?
See which gears are turning and which ones are rusting
See the parts of me about to break.
Could I see the edges you’re sharpening
And polishing when I sleep?
Making me ready for the task
You created me for.
What would you say if I told you that all of us are addicts, it’s just that not all addictions are criminal?
You taught me about oil paintings
How they’re always drying
Colours evolving
To find their own beauty
Hidden deep within.
I’ll be that for you
Never perfect but improving
Peeling off my layers
To find strength down under.
As I let the sun embolden me
Year after year.
– Vagabond Prophet
What goes up must come down
And I’ve got high hopes,
Shed that swollen husk
Off my barnacled soul.
I don’t need that anymore,
Clinging on to my injuries like trophies.
All the best athletes know
It’s all about fear reduction,
That’s what’ll win the race
And keep my hopes from crashing down.
– Vagabond Prophet
You think you’re funny?
Reminding me of myself
In the most natural of things.
I don’t like but I see it.Even water left goes bad.
They say the eye is the window to the soul. In my pupil there is only blackness, please don’t tell me that’s the answer.
I’ll take peace to go
With a side of simple wisdom.
I’ll mull it over when I get the chance,
Like the kale turning yellow in my fridge.
I save everything for later,
Dreams and aspirations,
I even save my voice
For belittling my loved ones
When they ask me about
The hoard piled up high
Of wonderful things gathering dust.
– Vagabond Prophet
I gaze sleepily across the shore of city lights. Stars from a sky we’re slowly pulling down.
Vagabond Prophet
Can I just stay in bed?
Where the sheets hold us warm
And you breathe in time
With our love.
No matter what the day holds
There’s always sanctuary here.
– Vagabond Prophet
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