a poem is a sermon
Who can say what words the wind has spoken, when cast out in the night, it has its say? Its speech slips out in whispers, clipped and broken. Who can say what language that it speaks, to curse, or pray; and what translation key exists, what token, to know its words, first heard at break […]
What is the use of dreams devoid of action, that linger on as hopes before they die; and while they last, convince us if we try that in the end we will find satisfaction. Such wistful shadows taunt us to distraction; lost in the mist, we separate in factions and dissipate and fade out, by […]
The world remains, despite our self-indulgent, hateful ways; the world remains through our brief, but continued growing pains, when most would find a reason not to stay. Despite our morbid and destructive play, the world remains. 10 MAY 2017 © 2017, John Litzenberg. All rights reserved.
They say to run your blade against the grain if you would safely slice in meat or wood, yet seek the easy way out when we should accept that gain and glory require pain. What makes us human, with our massive brains, is that we choose to suffer, when we could select to run our […]
What sense can you make of such a world where kindness and consideration fail, and ignorance, its angry, hard fist curled, destroys all to build more graveyards and jails? When hatred’s flag has been proudly unfurled, has culture’s last ship onward set its sails? What sense can one make of this world when kindness and […]
The music that you came to hear: a sonic bridge that helps you cross some gulf of time no longer near, or spend as a mere hour’s loss, so in the maelstrom sound’s great fosse you find your sorrows light to bear, your jagged rocks made soft with moss, the music that you came to […]
I cannot speak of what I’ve seen: the smell of bleach is on those scenes, and faintly, on each memory’s breath, a subtle scent of loss and death, with hints of joy and hope between. I hear the dripping fat, I dream of crackles in the kerosene that sizzle ’til there’s nothing left; I cannot […]