Pages From John

Category: Poetry

  • A Strange Journey

    It’s hard not to love everything in life,

    Even if I have been stabbed with a knife.

    To love the night is to love the sunshine,

    Understanding means to have seen the sign.

    That you are the only character here,

    That all your hate came from a place of fear.

    What a strange journey it is to the grave,

    For much time believing that we must behave.

    But we do not die when we leave this place,

    We have always been here with another face.

    If you know you know, but no need to rush,

    Sooner or later, the goodness will gush.

  • To Be a Poem in a Reality of Poetry

    To know the outer you must know the inner.

    To act on nature using your own nature.

    To risk the mistake and act like a fool.

    To see that there is more than meets the eye.

    To unpeel the layers of the lessons.

    To unlock doors and hint at the keys.

    To kill the ruler and watch him revive anew.

    To feel your way through the waters of life.

    To hear a voice without the use of ears.

    To write a story without intending it.

    To be a poem in a reality of poetry.

  • Changing the Director

    Has the director been a terrible hire?

    Projecting scenes of horror around?

    How did this script come to be?

    Where did these scenes come from?

    How do we change this film?

    Can the cast change their costumes?

    Are the lines speaking to you?

    Are you in a tragic comedy or a comedic tragedy?

    Will you flip it to a different genre?

    Who is the person running this production?

    Where did you learn this role?

    Can you find the source among the set?

    Can it be done?

  • Dove to Crow to Phoenix

    The maze of the mind,

    Forward and behind.

    The island of Crete,

    The minotaur’s seat.

    Beast misunderstood,

    Full of should, would, could.

    A dove to a crow…

    A crow to a phoenix!

    Ashes to ashes,

    Pain never misses.

    Missing underground,

    Looking like a hound.

    Searching for the lost,

    The fire pawned at a cost.

    Hope comes with knowing,

    What emotions bring.