Water Wind Fire

Strongest things are shapeless,

Water

Wind

Fire.

You’ve given me shape.

Though filled with water,

Though driven by wind,

Though captivated by fire.

You’ve given formless things form

Inside this full formed man,

You gave this full formed man

Strength in things formless.

– Vagabond Prophet

Water

If you live in the ocean

Anything can be a home,

A sponge, a dead thing, a larger animal.

Water levels rise

Oceans never fill,

Mountains sink into the sea

Kingdoms dissolve and fall

Making waves foam and nibble

On the hem of our homes,

Preparing the land to be home

For the sea itself.

Whether from above, the side or underneath.

It never stops, all degrades and blurs

All turns to water and water thirsts to spread.

When it makes its home in me

I just pray it finds me a sponge,

Soaking every bit of fervent life,

Not just another dead thing.

– Vagabond Prophet

Fear and Trembling

Work out your salvation with fear and trembling,

You told me long ago whispering in my ear.

I was wondering about resting sometime soon.

I was wondering about the load on my back.

Work a miracle in me, turn my weakness to strength

Make my sleep actually do something.

You who sees beauty where there’s none,

But you see it til it’s real.

You who hears music in the stillness

Until we all sway to an ancient melody.

Work a miracle in me,

For I am afraid

And I am trembling.

– Vagabond Prophet

Underneath

Madness can consume you,

Make you quake in the night,

Sadness can grip you

With all of its might.

Anxiety, depression

Spectres that may dare

To follow your steps,

Never playing fair.

If it twists your shape beyond

Anything I know,

Punching holes in the gunnels

No paddles left to row.

You sinking ship

You vessel capsizing,

I won’t be idle

Carefully strategizing.

I’ll dive headlong

Into that nameless place,

Searching for you

Looking for your face.

I’ll try to pull you out

Save your from its teeth

Yet if I can’t

If we’re stuck underneath.

That’d be alright

I’ll fall in love with every version

That insanity creates

Every stray thoughts stray excursion.

– Vagabond Prophet

Calm to Thrill

Hot to chill

Calm to thrill,

Rage to despair

I don’t even care.

You can throw your mood up and down

You can rent a loft in town,

You won’t beguile

With either tears or smile.

You can use all your wit

You can throw a fit,

Reloading your charm

Like it’s a firearm.

You want between skin and rib

You cancer so glib,

You’re very scent presaging

The war that you’re waging.

I don’t care what you want

Nor how you may haunt,

I’ll leave no quarter

You miser you thwarter.

– Vagabond Prophet

144 Hours

You rode into town a most glorious king

Riding on most humble of beasts,

We adorned the very street

With garments and garlands alike.

We fought to get a glimpse,

We pushed to touch your feet.

Now this, how did we get here?

We’ve now begged for your death

Begged a murderer free.

You’ve been whipped,

You’ve been beaten,

And most of all

You’ve been silent.

In 144 hours it changed

From a mob kissing your sandals,

To a mob spitting in your wounds.

We’re a fickle bunch

Most of us just wanting miracles,

Some believed your claims true

And some more afraid the same.

Can I just say thank you,

For ever thinking us worth it?

When I come knocking at your door

After breathing my last

Please don’t take me in,

Only to toss me back out

144 hours later.

– Vagabond Prophet