#vagabonds
we chased the sun
with a suitcase
full of nothing
until the sky grew big
and we became heavy
in our lust for life
the threads of our pockets
we traded for time
and scattered them
amongst the stars
until, gilded by gold
they fell down around us
like a precious rain
our minds were shattered then
into a billion pieces
constellations of thoughts
bright against the
dark arc of night
and, like vagabonds
we ran howling as we
coloured the land with
our kaleidoscopic hearts
enraptured by the great
deafening silence
of divinity
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 7:20 AM UTC
You haven't even heard my name,
Haven't even shaken my hand,
And already you're running from me,
Seeking to find "stable, safer land,"
Certain I'm wrong about everything,
A lout, a fool, a vagabond, filthy man.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 6:47 AM UTC
If I could change one day in my past,
It'd be the day my boots beat the path,
So I wonder, how it could be,
If my gypsy soul never touched my feet.
I had a lady and she loved me so,
But the road you know it owns my soul,
So I wonder, how it i could be,
If my gypsy soul never touched my feet.
Dont fall in love with us travelin' kids
We'll break your heart as we leave with the wind,
So I wonder, how it could be,
If I could love a little longer than the season of spring.
Maybe if I was a better man,
But now I sit here wonderin' if I can go on
Yea I gatta keep on
And you should know I'm the king of bones
I'll rip out your spin so I can stand on my own.
Once I'm in, I'll tear you apart.
Leave you naked, bruised up, cut up, and exposed in the dark.
I've got my cigarettes I've got my ****
All to keep my feelings under me,
In the mirror I see empty eyes,
So I roll myself a doobie and I look towards the sky.
The consequences of my wanderlust.
Are tears from the faces I have touched,
To my friends, Im sorry I'm gone,
I'm doin well.
If theres a welcome Ive over stayed it,
American dreams are overrated,
Sun sets up on mountain tops
thats where you're ganna find me.
I've got no money got no land to defend.
My journey will never come to an end.
Sun sets up on mountain tops
Thats where you ganna find me.
My gypsy soul and me.
Without a home,
And doomed to roam.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC