Author: John Knetemann

What if what I did didn’t matter at all…

What if why I did it was all that mattered…

Now the illusion all makes sense, doesn’t it?

Is this why everything has no explanation?

Just an illusion.

Think of it this way:

I can protest against the corruption of the government I hate,

Or I can protest against the corruption for the people that I love.

I can fight against racism because it is the racists that I hate,

Or I can fight against racism because it is my fellow humans that I love.

I can fuck like rabbits because of the hate I have for myself,

Or I can fuck like rabbits because I simply love sex.

I can read book after book because of the hate I have for stupidity,

Or I can read book after book because of the love I have for wisdom.

I can party all night because I want to escape the life I hate,

Or I can party all night because I want to celebrate the life I love.

I can write all of my poetry because it is the Matrix that I hate,

Or I can write all of my poetry because it is the spirit that I love.

Sometimes these things can be muddied,

And I must move forward in that uncertainty.

I will learn my intentions as I go…

As I don’t know the reasons for everything I do.

Forget the rules for just a moment.

Forget the policies for just a moment.

Forget decency for just a moment.

The guardsmen stand keeping the animal away,

Keeping back an angry and spiteful thing,

Greedy, manipulative, and full of hate.

But the guardsmen, bless them, are delaying,

They keep the universe from understanding,

After all, the beast is there, no matter what.

Pretending it is not will lead you to misery,

It gathers forces against you as you turn your back,

Its temporary submission is repression and oppression!

Unchain it or let it overwhelm the guard tower,

Then you will see who you really are,

Not just who you pretend to be…

And with honest eyes, ask:

Do I like what I see?

Is this really how I want it to be?

Then comes the real journey, the ultimate quest,

As opposed to another game of pretend,

Another delaying mask created at a guard tower.

I denied you, and I feared you

I fought valiantly against you

But when I actually changed

When I put away the sword

When I combatted combat

And called for peace to that too

As war makes corpses of us all

You looked up with your evil grin

And through your tears you said

“Thank you for understanding”

And darkness did not amplify

Instead, I finally understood the light

My darkness was not to be feared

But my lack of love altogether

Even that, I now understand

You have gone through the motions.

You have chased the rewards.

You have avoided the punishments.

Whether for vanity, for greed, for lust, for comfort,

For this, For that.

It all comes down to fear doesn’t it?

Fear that you will be rejected.

Fear that you will be misunderstood.

Fear that you won’t have it all.

Fear that you won’t be loved.

Fear that you won’t be important.

Fear that you will be uncomfortable.

Fear that you won’t be desired.

Fear that you won’t fulfill desire.

Fear that you won’t be Instagram perfect.

Fear that you aren’t enough.

Fear that you will be seen as a villain.

Fear that you will die.

I know this fear very well.

We all do.

You are so afraid you will starve!

And then you will be dead!

But if you aren’t being yourself…

If you aren’t really deciding…

Then you are already dead.

Just a program going through the motions.

A system perpetuating a system.

A system of human fear.

The moving carcass.

Revelation is revolution.

Love is the only law.

And love is disorder.

Fear is only a whip.

It only has power if you give it.

But you can handle any pain.

Even death.

So come to life!

No masters in life.

Only life itself.

The prophet brings fire,

To this world of fear.

Even if the prophet’s church…

Is full of wolves.