Pages From John

Author: John Knetemann

  • Hail Lucifer, the Light Bringer

    The Morning Star shining its rays upon our dawn

    A shapeshifter, a confusing trickster of endless traits

    Wonderful gifts he brought, that Promethean character

    Seemingly perfect in the opening chapters of the story

    But an Icarus he was and thus fell from his grace

    Cabanel knew this disappointed pride through vicious tears

    He descended into torment far behind his own gates

    But that need not be the end for the world of the spirit

    The deeper and darker the roots go down underground

    The brighter and more irradiant they can become up above

    But he betrayed us and stood between us and the light

    He tried to imprison us with the gifts that once moved us

    Can we overcome the truths that became hateful lies?

    Can we shift our teary eyes to noon’s strange prophecy?

    For Lucifer brought the light that would become our sun

  • A Sunny Day That Goes Too Long

    Beyond checkpoints behind other checkpoints

    Not too long after major winning lines

    The climbing flame can begin again

    As we hope for an illusory finishing point

    Otherwise on we go down that rocky road

    Understanding Elysium is not a place

    There are no true places after all

    Only being and nature agreeing

    So maybe if I rest too long in my momentary Zion

    It, too, becomes another treacherous trap

    Always leaving Babylon again and again

    As constant motion flows down the mountain

    Into basins of memory deposits

    And these battered and tired feet

    They surely find their way

    Having faith to always find their step

    Walking, walking, walking

    Until death rings my bell for rest

    Keeping movement to the unhearable beat

    Seeing that your tracks made a melodic street

  • Our Childhood Nation

    Waking eyes to a torrid desert land

    Exhaustive explanations and causes

    An adventure gone in practical sands

    Boring unprofound poetry losses

    No point to a life full of points

    Unless there’s a narrative mending joints

    Look to events untwirling before eyes

    Go back to a way of seeing once known

    One abandoned through a lie about lies

    More like a strange place, a forgotten home

    Clearing the air, it’s our childhood nation

    Riddled rhymes over imagination

  • God is Gay, Didn’t You Know?

    Surely you knew that God is actually very gay,

    Surely you knew that he is also in church to pray.

    She walks a colorful parade with a rainbow flag,

    He also doesn’t always get the ones that wear drag.

    They are totally fluid in their gender expression,

    But he is also a straight man without question.

    Isn’t it strange the way God feels about God?

    God fits into every category and is quite broad.

    “I am that I am,” God said unto Moses,

    Yet sometimes we do many fake poses.

    Why so much conflict on the street you may ask,

    But conflict you have within is also a curious task.

    If we were supposedly made in the image of God,

    The conflict within or without is not really that odd.

    Only you can know who God is to you,

    Your feelings and interests are a clue.

    In this way, God is clearly a rainbow,

    One that plays every color of this show.

    I hope you can be whoever it is that you are,

    I hope you can overcome your fear and scar.