Pages From John

Tag: poem

  • Lead into Gold

    The great alchemical crossover

    A violent opening of the doors within

    I strip away all my love from my power

    Revoking, thus, my power I have given to my pain

    Seeing new truths of my becoming

    It is time for the priorities to be rearranged

    I give my power to my love

    And then my love to my pain

    For too long I was too proud to understand

    Unaware of the end goal it was aiming for

    All that sculpting and molding it orchestrated

    My thanks, for all it has done, goes to my pain

    Nonetheless, my love has taken the golden throne again

  • 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.

  • Change

    Capitalism and communism, kings and crosses.

    That which liberates us yesterday, oppresses us today.

    Don’t get cozy with the glitter of the past.

    The better way is not yet spun.

    Greater for tomorrow but it will fall again.

    All that grows old, grows evil.

    Even this statement is not immune.

    Same for the bee.

    Same for the hive.

    For worshipping change bites its own tail.

    Now asking a question to change change.

    Therefore no answer to solidify.

    As the question is without form.

    We change our ways.

    Then change our changing ways.

    Goodness… Life keeps us on our toes.

    We must change.