Pages From John

Category: Poetry

  • My Alchemical Thesis

    I love the love you have given me that makes me feel warmth and joy.

    I love the beauty you have thrown across the universe from flowers to stars.

    I love the darkness you have planted in me to teach me about compassion and forgiveness.

    I love the challenges you have placed in front of me to show me creativity.

    I love the fears you have given me to push me into courage.

    I love the heartbreaks you have given me to ask me to stand up.

    I love the rewards and punishments you have bestowed, and how I cannot see the difference.

    I love the pain you have given me to teach me the source of hate.

    I love the people you have placed in my life and how I can feel your heart in theirs.

    I love the doors you have slammed so that I don’t make a mistake.

    I love the mistakes you have allowed me to make so that I learn.

    I love the tears you have given me that make me feel alive.

    I love the songs you have inspired that give me hope.

    I love the jokes you have played on me that make me laugh.

    I love the questions you have asked that really test my faith.

    I love the many chances you have given me when I wouldn’t have done the same.

    I love that you have made me feel like the biggest fool and the smartest genius in one day.

    I love the life you have given me and every page of the story.

    I love that I am that I am.

    I love that you are that you are.

    You don’t need to say anything… 

    You never have said anything.

    Will you walk with me everyday?

    Even if it was I that once walked away?

    Will we decide together where we must go?

    With our love for each other, can we change for the better?

    I love you, everything.

  • In the Sky

    As I sit in a metal tube soaring through the sky,

    I ask myself, “When was my first trip to fly?”

    Have I forgotten that time when I was so small?

    I bet I was a little scared that we might fall.

    What happened to that wonder that I once had?

    When a simple seat on an airplane made me glad.

    The seat is cramped and my back is a tad sore,

    But as a person in the sky, why ask for more?

    So my thanks to the pilot and the engineers,

    For learning how to fly and making all the gears.

    Thanks to the stewardess, the cutie patootie with a booty,

    Even if her day was hard and she was a bit moody.

    Oh! As I fling myself from here to there,

    I don’t want to be so blindly unaware.

    When did I become so damn jaded?

    When was my joy and awe invaded?

  • Tests for Test-Takers

    What if things really aren’t as they seem?

    What if life is an individual freakshow?

    Things repeat for us over and over but we don’t see the challenge!

    It is all here for you! Yes! Only you!

    It is all here for me! Yes! Only me!

    It is all here for everyone! Yes! Only everyone!

    Walking around in overlapping universes.

    We are with all but also completely alone.

    Are you recognizing the rhymes in your life?

    Are you participating in the conversation?

    There are questions that are being asked.

    There are tests being put in front of the test-takers.

    And the answers cannot be copied!

    There is no cheating on the test of life.

    There is no right way. There is only your way.

    Are you understanding the test?

    Have you found your way?

    Who is to say?

  • A Matter of Life or Death

    To be truly and fully alive is to be responsible.
    To be responsible is to be able to give a response.

    That is what separates a living thing from a dead thing.

    If we give our responses based on how our friends perceive us,
    If we give our responses based on how morally acceptable it appears,
    If we give our responses based on how our government will punish us,
    If we give our responses based on how our priest will reprimand us,
    If we give our responses based on the rewards that are set up in front of us,
    If we give our responses based on a system constructed around us,
    If we give our responses that are contrary to our personal truth,

    Are we actually responding?

    or are we following a response handed to us?

    A response commanded to us!

    We were given life! LIFE!
    And yet we have chosen death.

    A comfortable, easy, thoughtless death.

    Come alive! Come alive! Come alive!

    Take the controls of life!
    Stop being so damn fake.
    Have we ever been real?
    Our life is running out…
    But are we even alive yet?
    Or are we pretending to be a dead thing?

    Are we responding?

    Do we love ourselves enough to be ourselves?
    Or will we continually choose hate and repression?
    Are we going to be grateful for being alive?
    Or are we going to be ungrateful and give up what makes us alive?

    We all must choose.

    It is a matter of love or fear.
    It is a matter of life or death.

    To be or not to be…
    That is the question.