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i’m sorry that i wake you at random times in the middle of the night for no apparent reason, but thanks for not hating me, k?

delightfulharmonypoetry:

Its when I see you sound asleep
That I berate myself
You are so calm, at peace and deep 
inside another realm
I’m lonely with your heart right there
Beating by my side
Somewhere away, your soul drifts out
Without me into night
So when I wake you, tickling toes
tugging on your ear
Bugging you to look at me, please know it’s just I fear
That you will leave me one day
Not to dream but live away
With someone else in mind
And in the panic I just need 
Your eyes to fix on mine

@vagabondprophet

You are sorely mistaken

I rarely dream at all,

For what would I dream

When my days are filled with joy

With knowing your touch and voice.

Once in a blue mood

I’ll dream I’m better for you

A knight with real armour

Instead of this cardboard cavalry.

And if my soul does wander

As you fear it may,

I promise it’s towards you

Not away.

When you wake and tremble,

It’s the bit of me drifted in to you

Aching to see the bit of you drifted into me.

And the open window only blows gently

It provides no escape,

Though I may roam

It’s not far,

I never leave the sheets.

– Vagabond Prophet

@delightfulharmonypoetry

Hickory

Once again I ride the town,

Hop on board until

The end of the line.

Through this haze

Of hickory smoke from

Wildfires too close for comfort.

Morning mists not yet burned

Mean everything is grey,

Sinking in deeper

As we saunter downtown.

It’s thick and it’s hot

Leaving streaks on windows

As though it’s the sweat of the flame.

Not the first time

Won’t be the last

Thay I pray for rain.

For pregnant clouds to come

And birth that fresh new life

On all that smoulders.

– Vagabond Prophet

Frigid

vagabondprophet:

The wind bites my face

And I know that’s your embrace

But it hurts,

Must you be so cold?

I make a hot cup of something

See I’ve got an answer for everything,

As usual I’m either too smart

Or too dumb.

I don’t even know which

It changes like a switch,

So let the wind bite my face

And make my legs go numb.

Let me stay stranded in the cold

No choice but to be bold,

When I’m captured by your might

Captivated by frightful beauty.

Make your frosty tongue

Climb every rung

And run piercing

Through every passageway.

Don’t give me a way out

Don’t make it a fair bout,

Call me to yourself

Grip me firmly.

Take me in your hand

Put on me your brand

Enchant me with

Your frigid brilliance.

– Vagabond Prophet

Brand New Key

Brand new key,

Fitting too well

Not allowing for my elbows,

Suicide by installments,

Or even custody of my own eyes.

Truth isn’t easy to swallow

Nothing that sharp is,

Wildfires don’t permit

Caveats and addendums,

Flash floods don’t schedule

Convenient appointments.

All consuming flame

Knows that real estate

Is the only good investment

So it comes and buys it all

No resistance fought

No feeble squall.

This decimation of autonomy

Is a blessing in the end,

For it strips the razor wire

From my own DNA

And cleans those wounds invisible.

– Vagabond Prophet

Soundtrack

I hear desperation sing out

From the shower down the hall,

Plaintive moans

From yet stretching chords.

It harmonizes with carts

Rolling along down the street,

The screeching tires

And the angry cries

At nights most hurting hours.

It’s the soundtrack of the city

Shouting at the great boot

That would stamp out the light

But for the disjointed resistance,

The reluctant militia.

We march in all directions

Starting as many fires as we put out,

Yet onwards ever onwards.

Even at 3 A.M.

The rubber never leaves the road

And the resilience to survive

Is never stopped, only slowed.

– Vagabond Prophet

Chronicles

Wood grain warped by knot in center,

The weakness the flaw

Removed to learn it was the cornerstone.

Extracted and everything starts to crack

Splintering lines rush to furthest border,

Why is it so that we should crumble without scars?

The chronicles of your ventricles

The hallways your blood strolls through

Provide for me an answer.

The best things the strongest things

Are made so by pressure

By a measure of suffering

And persecution,

The flower pressed

Preserved by adversity.

– Vagabond Prophet

Scales

Jagged memories the kind you handle carefully

Or not at all,

Lest they claw their way through

The corridors of your mind

With all those telling pin pricks of blood.

Thoughts intruding at cruelest hours

Syphoning off what was left of your spirit.

Shed them all peel them off

Scrape them from reluctant skin,

Cutting scales from skin grown accustomed.

Trading all loneliness for solitude

And all grief for joy,

Goodness earned through strife

Is a high price to pay

But not to is much higher.

– Vagabond Prophet