John Are You Jesus?

this is sort of a story teller spoke word piece based on a tripping dream illusion.

 

 

In a dream of what life could be

I ran across John

Or he passed by me

On a deserted river side

That seemed more a trickled stream

In desert settings

As the heat ate away at blossoming beauty

 

Washing my feet in cool water

Like a plant devouring life

Letting waves wash away

The sand of walking

Sores of existing here

He took a seat to my right

And joined me in cleaning away

The dregs of past lingering

 

With simple words we talked

In tongues of a Sun God

Settlers to the south

colonies rejecting Kings

On life, of paths, of doing what

In my eyes, is seen as right

We argued

 

Over my lack of will to move

Over my need to make something

Do something that proves

We exist as more than passing seconds

Shouting in tongues of Sun Gods

Rebelling colonists

and Mayan crossbreeds

We moved together

 

As we parted with wise words

I stared up into his eyes

"Hey John, are you Jesus?"

With that smile, in sandals and white robes

"Why? Does it really matter to you?"

His pointed look, my nonchalant shrug

"No not really, just wanna know."

He moves away,

"So John are you Jesus?"

"You said it doesn't matter, till another time."

He steps away so easily

 

Settling down to this pounding rives

Admiring hills of greenery

The mountains are close

But too far to walk in this setting moment

So contemplate his words

Wondering when I move, when this tick

Becomes the resounding talk

In a rebel against society commune setting

 

Author's Note

Cp. 11:16AM Mon 06/23/08 'Leave out All The Rest, No Roads Left' Linkin Park 'Sexy Can I' Ray J ok, writing about at dream, a little bit more tired, trying to breathe (Typed, Prides)