As a Vagabond

As a vagabond i shall walk to you.

Supreme is thy name , I come seeking to believe in you.

For fallen from a nest into the abyss

is a soul that didn't find refuge in silence or love.

The wind and time walked beside me all along,

today i find them chattering in dark corners with daggers in their hands.

I often find myself enjoying the luxuries of the truth,

laying under a bridge talking to the rats in the tongue of hunger.

I speak and I don't like what my tongue conjures,

i see white bearded men talking and listening of wisdom,

Sire when i see them my soul hammers itself against the walls of my heart,

I listen to them preaching tricks of life,

all under thy name.

O my soul is not a blessed one ,

my sins tell me that

yet i love laying with the rats talking about a freshly dead dog around the block.

Today I wish to leave it all and walk ,

walk away from the bazzars 

walk away from the hermit

and preachers and all who never knew what i knew.

And walk through the night jasmine

telling my tales to swaying trees

confessing my sins to the harsh sun

i shall walk for a fool would run,

Thy truths are my soul's love

and i dont wish to leave.

Yet my lord,

I am a man with a soul,

tell me not the secrets of angels.

Now, just let me rest my head upon your shoulder

for my journey was long.

from sorrow i learnt your beautiful secrets.

from thy curses i learnt love.

Now my feet hurt and my heart smiles

while my soul rests in thine.

now just throw me in some flames

lets me watch my sins burn with my bones.