John Prophet

poem by John Prophet

Ancient priests, witch doctors, shamans, sorcerers. Power! Held the ancients in control. Existence frightening, answers few. Power, the few holding the many. Control! Controllers, followers. Power, rewards for tho... Read more

poem by John Prophet

Why? Why so much? It’s everywhere. Why? Our literature. Our movies. Our music. Our art. Everything. Human civilization, tightly woven with sex and violence. Wars are fought, careers destroyed, because of sex an... Read more

poem by John Prophet

Thunder in the distance. Lighting dancing, edging dark clouds. Soft rain thru the pines. Boughs dripping in the pond. Birds sounding bird talk. Many languages to be heard. Frogs in the pond announcing the... Read more

poem by John Prophet

Here and now. Not just here. Not just now. Continuum of existence. Flowing from one to the next. Limitless existence. One realm to the next. Segmented, no connection. Dreams. Dreams reflect what once was. Reality... Read more

poem by John Prophet

Full white moon. Star ceiling. Fire roaring. Flames soaring. Sparks flying high, high into the night. Chanting loudly. Baleful voices sounds echoing off the stones. Drums beating. Faces painted. Wild dance, arms r... Read more

poem by John Prophet

Inner world. Where everything resides. Illusion of exterior. What’s all around deception. Trick of the mind. Reality, generated from within. Decisions made. Dreams unrealized. Mindscape realm. All seen. All un... Read more

poem by John Prophet

We look, we see, we wonder! I wonder. I wonder why I’m here. I wonder where here is. I wonder where I’m going. I look all around. I look at creation as it is. I can see. I see, but don’t under... Read more

poem by John Prophet

Death! The final frontier. Moving on. Where to? Where do we go? Death. The next portal the next door to a different place, a different realm. One not enough. One test not enough. Heaven, nirvana needs more ... Read more

poem by John Prophet

Eyes. Look Into the eyes. One after the next. Inhabitants of time. Accepting the role. What choice? Each time the only time. Dealing in the unique. Each time unique. Each challenge unique. Wrapped, shackled, unique... Read more

poem by John Prophet

Like pearls in the void. Consciousness is rare. Scouring our Galactic neighborhood we find none. Where is everyone? Have they moved on? Evolved to a different realm? Have they died out? ... Read more

poem by John Prophet

4 AM Tough time. Dark time. Ghost haunting. Haunting the recesses the private places. Places where thoughts are born. Mistakes magnified, circling overhead. Regrets gnawing. Gnawing at the soul. The silent time.... Read more

poem by John Prophet

Molded like clay life will do. Experience, the scalpel that shapes. Time is the medium for the art to be formed. All around can be seen unfinished works, works that require much effort to complete. Each prod... Read more

poem by John Prophet

Early morning. Still dark. Fire crackling. Fireplace glow, lights out. Dark. Fireplace glow baths everything. Medieval. Medieval feel. Cold, yet warm. Mind wanders. Infinity contemplating. Where to turn? What t... Read more

poem by John Prophet

Messages, from all time. Past. Present. Future. All wrapped up as one. All that’s been or will be. Messages, vibrations. Everything reverberating. Pulsing in and out. Back and forth. All at once. Quivering e... Read more

poem by John Prophet

All we do, coded. Society, civilization all predetermined. How we behave all coded. Everything we do, everything we think, coded. Within the code we live. Outside the code we cannot go. Predetermined paths... Read more

poem by John Prophet

Eons in the making. Law of the jungle ruling our way. Etched on our soul. Survival, at all cost. Protecting territory, raiding for resources. Power to control, ruling over others. How do we survive? How do we... Read more

poem by John Prophet

Eons in the making. Law of the jungle ruling our way. Etched on our soul. Survival, at all cost. Protecting territory, raiding for resources. Power to control, ruling over others. How do we survive? How do we... Read more

poem by John Prophet

The mind is a conduit. From there to here things move along. From the ether things are pulled, formulated and produced. Our reality is filling up being produced from nothing! No mind, no conduit, no reality, no ... Read more

poem by John Prophet

Scraggly old man I be. Many years behind me now. Scraggly old man I be. Toil, hard work, back breaking work only thing I’ve ever known. Scraggly old man I be. Children born all grown up, grandchildren ... Read more

poem by John Prophet

Confined. Wrapped in a bubble. Bubble of limitations. Five senses to know it all. Plying the ether of forever. Infinite forever. Dimensionally bounded, limited. Limited to five simple senses. Looking through a po... Read more