Pages From John

Category: Poetry

  • 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!

  • Questions of Love

    Would I be so demanding of someone I loved?

    Would I crack the whip and demand “perfection” everyday?

    Would I use tricks to manipulate them to behave the way I wanted?

    Would I tell them they can be happy only when they achieve their goals?

    Would I scold them for their emotions and tell them to shove them away?

    Would I call their interests and curiosities silly and tell them to focus?

    Would I question their trustworthiness and values?

    Would I make rules upon rules and put them into a box with little space?

    Would I organize all of their actions into “good” or “bad”?

    Would I tell them they are a specific way and can not be anything else?

    Would I advise them to give in to their fears and not be courageous?

    Would I make them live boring day after boring day?

    Would I tell them that there is no hope for them?

    Would I ignore their wants and desires?

    Would I make them value themselves based on what others say?

    Would I constantly compare them to others?

    Would I want them to put on a fake smile?

    Would I ask them to put on a facade?

    Are any of these things what I would do to someone I love?

    Do I do these things to myself?

    Do I love myself?

    Do you love yourself?

    These are the questions of love.

    If you love yourself, set yourself free.

    Let the sun rise!

  • Questions in My Mind and of My Mind?

    Is there mind?
    Is there matter?
    What is this world in which I walk?
    Is matter from mind or is mind from matter?
    The borders and frames breakdown.
    Are we projecting scenes?
    Are we dancing and suffering within them?
    What are the lines?
    Are there lines?
    Is this apart or is this the norm?
    Is there imagination?
    Is there reality?
    What is this world in which I walk?

  • 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