soliloquy

LIVING MATTER by matthew justin richter

Tag: imagine

  • IMAGINE (Dear John)

    Imagine there is no hell.
    Only this one, which we buy and sell.

    There’s no heaven above us, or ground below.
    It’s time now dear John, to let go.

    You’ve suffered so much and you’ve only just begun.
    Jesus isn’t my only son.

    Mary and I can only conceive earth angels and daemons,
    in a world that is not fun.

    No one knows the weaver, John.
    So, let’s imagine all the people
    living in a whole new way. Ah…

    You conquered your daemons dear, all save one.
    I’d say i’m a believer, John
    but there’s still work to be done.

    From ashes rise angels and phoenixes
    Until we all learn to trust,
    Iron will always turn to rust,
    We are made from elysian space dust.

    Imagine any world but this one, John.
    This one’s only easy if you lie. Ah…

    Rest easy, John…

    No sleeve to put your heart on.
    No mask to hide behind.
    We are all part ape and part mime.

    No box to put ourselves in.
    No answers we can’t find.
    When seeing through the heart,
    There’s no mass greater than the mind.

    Imagine all chess peaces black or white,
    no reason left to fight.

    Imagine we can all read between the lines.
    No such thing as crime.

    Imagine all thirst is quenched, John.
    Even yours and mine.
    I’m your catcher in the rye, John
    and we’re no longer lost in time.

    The truth is that we must catch ourselves, John.

    Underneath vanilla sky
    we’re all listening AND asking why

    Say what you need to say.
    Cups overflowing from yesterday.

    No users.
    Abusers.
    Possessions.
    Obsessions.

    No longer need to be or not to be.
    No longer need to cry.

    Sigh. Ah…

    I’ve got you, it is I that strokes your back, John.
    I’ll help you as you fall.
    I’ll help you crawl through the fourth wall.

    Imagine finally reaping what we sow
    and seeing all the signs.
    No borders or blurry lines.

    Imagine all the people living in a whole new way
    Imagine John, when heaven and earth are one.

    Ah…

    I’d say I’m a believer, John
    but I’m just a smoking gun.