John Prophet : Writing

Brown Crunchy Grass

Brown Crunchy Grass

A Poem by John Prophet


Summertime hot, bright yellow star blazing. Day after day suns rays relentless. Heatwave in full swing, no rain in site. Bright blue up above, no cl..
Religion Is Philosophy

Religion Is Philosophy

A Poem by John Prophet


Great Maker beyond human knowledge. Our time is short. Our knowledge finite. Reality infinite. We struggle to understand. We create structure to ..
Wisdom

Wisdom

A Poem by John Prophet


What is it that gives some people power and others none? Why is it some use power to hurt while others to help? Why are some imbued with a will that..
Spiritualism And Humanism

Spiritualism And Humanism

A Poem by John Prophet


What do you believe and why do you believe it? Our world has shaped who we are physically and spiritually. We are different colors, speak different ..
Computer Simulation

Computer Simulation

A Poem by John Prophet


Some say we live in a computer simulation. A simulation run by others further along. Our sentients is just as real as theirs. “I think there..
Evolution Tool Of The Creator

Evolution Tool Of The Creator

A Poem by John Prophet


The debate has been raging for centuries. Where do we come from? Why are we here? Where are we going? Is there a Creator? We look around and see ..
Exponential Change

Exponential Change

A Poem by John Prophet


Will the Twenty First Century be the end for Homo Sapiens? Can human minds and psyches stand up to the speed of change being metered out? Today, we ..
Humanities Redemption

Humanities Redemption

A Poem by John Prophet


What does it mean to be human? Are we just animals or evolving to become something more? Are we victims to our basic instincts unable to push back a..
Years Long Past

Years Long Past

A Poem by John Prophet


I walk past the old football field, empty, no gladiators, no cheering crowds. PUSH THEM BACK, PUSH THEM BACK, PUSH THEM WAAAAY BACK! Just echoes of ..
Women

Women

A Poem by John Prophet


When I was a young man I chased them by the score. They were fast, young and lean. Conquest was my aim, seduction was the game. Procreation, I was ..