Surrender

burning bright

each a candle in the night...

what secrets are their to find

hidden in Al-Aqsa mind...

Torah's yoke

or

wooden cross

iron nails

and

silver's dross

I wonder

the 

hand

that

guides

this 

pen

which city

or

power

is

the poet's

ken

but

to

submit

where

all

whims

flow

some say

it's the place

that

wisdom

knows

a river runs beneath 

a place

where gardens 

grow

but last shall be first

and

first shall be 

last

and the sidewalk speaks

of all the places 

I'll go

Author's Note

Crazy people gibberish

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

We poets have such an erratic relationship with the pen and the muse. But when it all materializes into a finished product, we are truly pleased, but not a minute before! I keep tweaking my work, and when I finally read it without doing so, then I know its complete. That's my gratification. Good to meet you, John! Your gibberish reads pretty cool, actually...so perhaps I'm crazy, too!

[Lorry]

And when you question that pen and its flow, poetry is born!
The unending thoughts and questioning barely make sense to ourselves, but somehow when you introduce the pen to paper, the chaos ceases and sense begins to unravel the nightmare that is our thoughts.
When the pen finally finds rest, we find it too.
Superb write.