Pages From John

Poems and Short Stories

  • That’s Christmas, Baby

    The cold reaching frost of December’s gruesome winds

    Packed inside to escape such chilling and aching bites

    In the heart of darkness with hardly a sight of day

    A LIGHT LEAPS!

    That’s Christmas, baby!

    It’s the new beginning!

    A comeback story!

  • Judgement

    Seeing my faults, I look into others and believe there is something to be seen,

    As if by my eyes there is something I can see that is not immediately on the scene.

    Alas, this is my folly once again, as other men know nothing about me or my way,

    So why should I believe that I am any different even if I stand after winter in May?

    Hypocrisy is a terrible crime, but I cannot really know when it has been committed,

    It could be another paradise lost if my self-righteous judgement is not omitted.

    It is up to the divine as a complete whole to place judgements and give final verdict,

    I may be a piece of that divinity, but only through blank slated actions can we serve it.

    The best thing I can do is forgive and forget, and hope my wants lead to just ends,

    Even then! Even then, knowing many of my wrongs, I can with every enemy make amends.

  • Darth Vader: The Fallen Jedi [Video]

    “The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first.”

    -Jim Morrison

    In this video, I take a closer look at one of my favorite characters in the Star Wars universe: Darth Vader. But what could his character mean? What can we learn from how his character changes through his story? Is there something relatable in who this Sith lord is?

  • What or Why?

    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.