Uncontainable

Tallest mountains keep on growing,

Deepest seas never full,

Oxen heavily yolked

That will forever pull.

Grass that grows only to be cut,

To feed the greatest beasts

For unending preparations

For unending feasts.

Like tides that bathe the earth

Exfoliating her skin

And volcanoes erupting

Making beauty marks on her cheek.

Night skies more full of

White than black

That just hasn’t reached

Our eyes yet.

Like slugs rolled from tail to head

Everything comes to a point

That uncontainable must explode.

When the stones begin to scream

And whirlpools turned inside out

Shoot fountains into the sky,

When the earth with confetti

And pomp and circumstance

As never seen or heard before

We will no longer doubt

Will no longer reason or argue

That everything is promised for greatness.

Made to look beyond the confines of our skin,

Beyond the confines of long forgiven sin.

– Vagabond Prophet

– Thanks @josy57 for prompting me with “Promised for Greatness.” I hope you like it.

Spitting off the cliffside
Watch it break its membrane
And widen its trajectory
From the green rock below
To everything, simply everything.

All I can think of now is how
Last time you did this
You spat whole planets into being.

Vagabond Prophet

Cotton Parades

vagabondprophet:

The way that roots intertwine

Gripping everything together

Clawing through the dirt

To get every bit of moisture.

The way the sky supports clouds

Those dewy cotton parades

Gently pushing them along

For everyone to see.

The way that feathers

In their elevated splendour,

Carry the weight

Of the creature they carry.

Will you support me

Or carry

Or push me along

Similarly?

If a crutch can push against

The ground to help a man

Move his broken body

To and fro.

If a paddle

Can direct the eb and flow

To choose its course

In that vastness of wet.

If I can collect vapour

In little rivulets

And sustain my spirit

With its freshness.

Then surely you so great

Can support me so weak,

A fool puddle jumping

In gasoline.

Could you make me porous

To absorb your spirit

As it soaks into

Every crag and fissure.

Like a tall and ancient mountain

That’s watched every single sunrise,

Would you keep me from crumbling

To just witness you longer.

I’ll happily borrow strength

I have none of my own,

I just want to know you better

To love you more fully.

– Vagabond Prophet

Cotton Parades

The way that roots intertwine

Gripping everything together

Clawing through the dirt

To get every bit of moisture.

The way the sky supports clouds

Those dewy cotton parades

Gently pushing them along

For everyone to see.

The way that feathers

In their elevated splendour,

Carry the weight

Of the creature they carry.

Will you support me

Or carry

Or push me along

Similarly?

If a crutch can push against

The ground to help a man

Move his broken body

To and fro.

If a paddle

Can direct the eb and flow

To choose its course

In that vastness of wet.

If I can collect vapour

In little rivulets

And sustain my spirit

With its freshness.

Then surely you so great

Can support me so weak,

A fool puddle jumping

In gasoline.

Could you make me porous

To absorb your spirit

As it soaks into

Every crag and fissure.

Like a tall and ancient mountain

That’s watched every single sunrise,

Would you keep me from crumbling

To just witness you longer.

I’ll happily borrow strength

I have none of my own,

I just want to know you better

To love you more fully.

– Vagabond Prophet

vagabondprophet:

Carried by the Wind

If you bleed out

Of all our veins,

I’ll still see you

In every drop that rains.

We can fill almost anything

Except this hole inside,

But I filled it once before

I filled it with the tide.

We go nowhere fast

Our swings don’t meet your pars.

I get farther than before

When I look unto your stars.

Our hearts are filled with sorrows

We sing songs of glee,

I find comfort in the rising waves

Of your endless see.

Our roots go so shallow

And we still think we’re ready,

The roots of your trees deeper

They are far more steady.

I find solace in an island

Under the burning sun,

It says I can survive

That there is hope in one.

When I see clouds approaching

I don’t know what they’re bringing

But I know you’ve sent them

To stop my ears ringing.

I looked at these mountains

And to me they have spoken,

They said you’re unshakeable

That you can’t be broken.

With our legs we run and trip

And get our knees skinned,

If we could just stop trying

We’d be carried by your wind.

– Vagabond Prophet

– Another really old one from ten years ago that I found in an old journal. That’s the last oldie I promise.

vagabondprophet:

Carried by the Wind

If you bleed out

Of all our veins,

I’ll still see you

In every drop that rains.

We can fill almost anything

Except this hole inside,

But I filled it once before

I filled it with the tide.

We go nowhere fast

Our swings don’t meet your pars.

I get farther than before

When I look unto your stars.

Our hearts are filled with sorrows

We sing songs of glee,

I find comfort in the rising waves

Of your endless see.

Our roots go so shallow

And we still think we’re ready,

The roots of your trees deeper

They are far more steady.

I find solace in an island

Under the burning sun,

It says I can survive

That there is hope in one.

When I see clouds approaching

I don’t know what they’re bringing

But I know you’ve sent them

To stop my ears ringing.

I looked at these mountains

And to me they have spoken,

They said you’re unshakeable

That you can’t be broken.

With our legs we run and trip

And get our knees skinned,

If we could just stop trying

We’d be carried by your wind.

– Vagabond Prophet

– Another really old one from ten years ago that I found in an old journal. That’s the last oldie I promise.

Carried by the Wind

If you bleed out

Of all our veins,

I’ll still see you

In every drop that rains.

We can fill almost anything

Except this hole inside,

But I filled it once before

I filled it with the tide.

We go nowhere fast

Our swings don’t meet your pars.

I get farther than before

When I look unto your stars.

Our hearts are filled with sorrows

We sing songs of glee,

I find comfort in the rising waves

Of your endless see.

Our roots go so shallow

And we still think we’re ready,

The roots of your trees deeper

They are far more steady.

I find solace in an island

Under the burning sun,

It says I can survive

That there is hope in one.

When I see clouds approaching

I don’t know what they’re bringing

But I know you’ve sent them

To stop my ears ringing.

I looked at these mountains

And to me they have spoken,

They said you’re unshakeable

That you can’t be broken.

With our legs we run and trip

And get our knees skinned,

If we could just stop trying

We’d be carried by your wind.

– Vagabond Prophet

– Another really old one from ten years ago that I found in an old journal. That’s the last oldie I promise.