Pages From John

Author: John Knetemann

  • Disagreeing with the Lizard King

    Breaking through the atmosphere and learning how to breathe.

    In the celestial land of lostness, I have been found.

    And at a moment like this, I wonder… How high does the elevator go?

    It shakes my foundations, it shakes my core, and I implode on myself.

    In the Land of Lollipops there are even sharper and more hurtful swords!

    To forget Hate is one thing, but to learn to Love Hate is another.

    The ugliness in beauty and the beauty in ugliness.

    The same lessons over and over but from a different perspective.

    Heaven is another Hell! Heaven is another Hell!

    The Devil knows how much he loves the Hell.

    The Enemy is once again the Ally, but I think he will turn again on a later day.

    I think? I think? I think? Yes, here you are again!

    Jim said he preferred a Feast of Friends to the giant family.

    I understand the American Poet, The Lizard King, Mr. Mojo Risin’.

    But I might go all the way… I might try to go all the way… I do not know.

    I cannot know.

    Fear.

    Ah, hello, fear!

  • The Nature of the Machine

    You were born, and you moved and wanted.
    But what you wanted, left them all haunted.

    You had dreams, but they were rearranged.
    They were unproductive, you were manged.

    They plugged you in and sat you down.
    A system saw value in a child’s frown.

    They say, “a serious world with a serious task.”
    What is it? Who knows! Please don’t ask!

    You became a product to make products.
    To go over numbers, sheets, and audits.

    Given a reward, you were programmed to get.
    So that you become a sad, stupid pet.

    Go through the pleasure belt and don’t think.
    Can’t you see life is just an achievement kink?

    There is no fault, though it seems lots and lots.
    After all, it is just robots making robots.

    What were the dreams you had as a child?
    Back when you weren’t yet trained to be so mild.

    Do you have any dreams that are still your own?
    Or only the ones they gave on profitable loan?

    Just get to the top, prance and preen.
    Yes, this is the nature of the machine.

  • From Breath to Death

    How can anyone really see through my eyes,
    When my words and thoughts are filled with lies?

    How can I assume what sits in your heart,
    When we have been different from the start?

    How can I love the world and the people all around,
    When love for myself has been trapped underground?

    How can I have hope for the coming future,
    When my understanding of the past is impure?

    How can I conquer my fears of death,
    When I haven’t taken a single breath?

  • The Fishing Rod

    Hell can be a fun place,
    Pleasure throughout the space.

    Hell is a spot to learn,
    Your identity earned.

    As the Devil is God,
    He is the fishing rod.

    You need both in your life,
    To make yourself your wife.

    It’s a confusing tale,
    Repeating without fail.

    It is the tale of you,
    Please try to get the clue.