An Existential Fantasia
or, “What am I?” I’m a little bird. They told me so. From the moment light spilled through the cracks in my little shell, And I felt the rush of air […]
Category Archives: Johnathan Schofield
The I of the Spider
The little brown spider hangs high in the tree He grins as he spins, he is spinning for me He falls and he crawls as he carefully weaves Each […]
The Life and Death of God
Your breath crystallizing in the dark cold night As the starry expanse welcomes you to Bethlehem You’ve come full term with your destiny And divinest joys well from the depths […]
Cloud Kings Collide
The cold of the east-driven wind Whips the barren face of mountaintops Their glossy peaks veiled in heaven’s suspended rain The swirling continents of air churning over one, over another […]
The Headsman’s Ball
The desperate pursuit for satisfaction often leads us down the wrong roads.
Black is the Color
Through worn and weathered fingers The substance marked by decay Slipping, and flowing in dry and dust-like streams The remnants of something special All that remains of brighter days […]
Version of You
In the morning, early morning, I rise to a new day Like a soft caterpillar, emerging from its cocoon I peel off the shell of yesterday and crawl out from […]
This Chapter Penned in Pain
When I Look into your darkening eyes Your eyes that dim with passing time I see a world, a broken universe, a place that transcends All the pain I know […]
“Hymns”
inspired and adapted from Project 86’s “Chimes” I hear a noise from the bell in the tower ringing Summoning all mankind to forsake their sinning To a place where […]
The Travesty of Our Media Saturated Minds
I work 9-5. I work hard, like you. I sit down at my desk. Four grey walls. I log into a labyrinth of software applications, and I put my headset […]
Rhyme Written In Red 