John Parsons

Rookie (9 May 1993 / Bedford, Texas)

Basel-Geneva - Poem by John Parsons

I am on a train
Made of light aluminum steel
To Geneva, from Basel, I look out and see an old weather vane.
I pass throught the Alps as I enjoy a meal.

Just by looking outside,
I can sense the Peace of this land.
I feel such a gentle landslide
Of Serentiy, a wonderful feeling nearly banned

At home, with all its chaos:
The Clangy cars, mad-dashed rides
To and from home, just to deal with a wicked boss.
For cash, cash, cash, the desire by which my psyche abides.

Yet, here, Money doesn't seem to matter
All that's important now is Peace, Peace, Peace
So tranquil here, harmony first, desire is latter
To the Beautiful, the calm here soft as fleece.

Maybe one day I'll move here.
Now I know why Vanity, Greed and Lust
Are so gross, for I understand that the material is of mere
Importance, that contentment rests on spiritual musts.

(26 May 2008)
(Justin, Texas)

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  • (6/23/2008 10:19:00 PM)


    if things can bring chaos
    and things can bring peace
    could you be sure of what things you want
    and which things could lead to which one

    such as a path we find wondering
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 15, 2008



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