Two words are used to describe the same thing,
When man is without any company,
Opposing, though, are they in their meaning.
Has he solitude? Or is he lonely?
The first shows happiness without one’s friends.
In the second, sadness creeps in instead.
How can one root grow two different ends?
Any plant that did that would end up dead!
And yet one wants to put himself away,
Happy that time by others is not bound.
But then when Night comes to relieve the Day,
His heart aches that he has no one around.
We must cherish what we have that moment
Lest we by day or night be malcontent.
– Written November 12th, 2012
The Sun is high. The waves are calm.
The sky is open, cool, and bright.
To any eyes this world would seem
to be quite perfect, yes, just right.
But I, who came here not by will
but by those men I did command,
cannot bear to stay here longer.
O what strong, harsh reprimand.
I wrote this as a birthday gift for my youngest sister, and now that over a year has passed I’ll share it with everyone else. Written July 19th, 2012.
The Tale of Larry
by John Everett
to my sister Chea on her 26th birthday
Oh! What fun it is to be a trout.
To dance and laugh and swim about.
Just go with the flow,
let the winds blow,
and of cheer you will never run out.
Written March 14th, 2010
Epiphany of a Rich Man
by John Everett
Call: What is it I cherish? What, in this whole world, do I hold
in my heart? My taste has grown fat and my wallet feeds it.
Furs, gems, purple dies, silk. My house has swallowed them up.
Just as Tantalus I can never reach that for which I thirst.
Response: I am a fire.