Pages From John

Tag: poem

  • The GPS System

    Equipped with a system that helps you navigate,

    A computer that you put a lot of trust to anticipate.

    A useful tool to get from here to there,

    But this tool is taking more than its share!

    Have you given the GPS total control?

    Is it directing you into fear and shame’s hole?

    The GPS oversteps and decides where or why to go,

    Now the whole world seems to worship its screen’s glow.

    The GPS has perfect lies and says there is only it,

    The true driver’s intent— imprisoned— is yet to be lit.

    Put the GPS back in its place!

    It may be a hard battle you will face…

  • Judas or John?

    My betrayal of myself was difficult to face,

    As it didn’t come from an ill-intentioned place.

    To be Judas is truly an awful fate,

    But I learned before it was too late.

    I sold myself for thirty pieces of coin,

    But now with my heart, I must rejoin.

    I wish to be John and give my love to itself,

    Not blindly following strategies off-the-shelf.

    I have attempted to ignore, punish, and even sugarcoat,

    But now I see that forgiveness with love is the only antidote.

    Forgiveness is my powerful tool,

    To confront my Enemy: me, the fool.

    I love my Enemy and made my peace,

    So my life is no longer on lease.

    I have gotten out of my own way,

    I have found the light of day!

  • Love for Gollem

    I kind of miss Gollem… That mangy and twisted creature

    His funny ways, split into two like a double feature

    His desperation for the ring, but his love for his master

    Without him, I couldn’t have gotten here any faster

    Thank you Sméagol for being my guide

    I wish you hadn’t felt the need to hide

    You were misunderstood and lived underground

    But then along came a hobbit and you were found

    I hope you know you deserve a thousand and one fishes

    For getting me to Mount Doom thus fulfilling my wishes

  • The Crashing Star

    The sky fell and you arrived on a crashing star.

    When I saw you, you had many faces.

    They were young and bright and beautiful.

    But there was one face I saw most clearly.

    A face I had thought I escaped.

    But no… There is no escape. No, not really…

    It happened in the most mundane of places.

    Love struck and you had a message to deliver.

    You didn’t speak. You said nothing.

    Silently comes the loudest message.

    Welcome back.