Original Poetry about anything and everything.
Sky thick with clouds
Like you took the stuffing
From my blanket
Tossed straight up.
The wind is flowing
Reminders with direction
Pointing to you
Always to you.
Some people say
You haven’t spoken in ages
Saying, “there’s no current here.”
They’re just not paying attention.
– Vagabond Prophet
Percolator Love
You’ve been percolating
Just for me,
While I imitate life.
When I’m weary and afflicted
From a fitful sleep, fears reoccurred,
You’re waiting for me.
Epitome of bittersweet,
Bitter enough I need you,
Sweet enough I want you.
Electrify my mind,
Like soul adrenaline
I’ll dance if you ask.
Could we be like before?
When I’d stay up all night,
Just to be with you?
Nowadays more like a crutch,
Keeping weariness at bay
And I hate that.
I want the excitement again
Of first love’s
First sip.
But coffee my dear,
How ever far you stray
You still make my day.
– Vagabond Prophet
I haven’t words for this
Truth so plain
It confuses me
Bruises me.
You formed this clay
And decreed it clever
But I go to bed each night
Baffled by your might.
That you would decide
Without a second thought
From your throne in the sky
“for this one I will die.”
– Vagabond Prophet
High tide low tide
Leaving lines on the rocks,
Gushing forth creeping back
Never sitting still.
When you’re shallow here
Are you deeper elsewhere?
Lapping at my shins
Are you thigh deep for another?
Your might unrivaled
Your vengeance always complete.
Your thirst always quenched
And hunger ever satisfied.
Whether carving stone
With a patient chisel
Or smothering flames
In a hasty torrent.
You’re always beautiful
Always terrifying
And you always
Sustain my being.
– Vagabond Prophet
I need to go where the stars shine bright.
Funny that when the night is darkest
I can best see through the curtain.
That celestial veil,
Where the angels poke little holes
To let some hope float down.
– Vagabond Prophet
Bumpy ride stops
At a ‘T’ intersection
Or is it an ‘l’ with a dorsal fin?
Perspective is everything.
Vagabond Prophet
Waiting for the clouds to split wide open, release their payload and wash me clean.
– Vagabond Prophet
Moon sliver hanging bright
A fingernail in the night,
Scratch away my surface
So we can bleed into one another.
Let’s make some changes
Can we get rid of borders
Guns and money?
I feel panic slip in
The fissures between thoughts.
Numbers on a spreadsheet,
My exactly lacking worth.
That’s what I fear
Not bears or cancer.
Numbers only tell me
How much I can’t give
To the hungry and alone.
So take down borders
Let the people come
I’ll feed them all
With infinite wealth.
Ignorance might not be bliss
But it just may fill a mouth.
– Vagabond Prophet
Eyes aren’t yet focused
Every street light
Has a halo
I walk to the stop
Guided by angels.
– Vagabond Prophet
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