John Tennent Writes

This one was fun to write, I hope you like it. Creation Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap The blind man’s cane taps a beat on the cobblestones. His world is confined only to sounds, smells, tastes and touch. He constructs this world around him on his own, feeling his surroundings as they are available to him. It is by his power that this world around him exists in a way he can understand it. This music is a melody few people understand, A mode of communication without words. This bonds the man to his world And gives him sight. Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap The blind man’s cane raps at the cobblestones like a heartbeat. It is a lifeline between the physical and mental realities he inhabits. Without his cane he is cutoff, set apart from the corporeal. Without his cane he is rendered ignorant of his world. He is adrift in a sea of uncertainty, flailing in failure And feeling for a sense of direction. He is lost because the language has becom...

I was sitting in class and noticed that all of the students were in symmetrical rows and each person has an entire universe (at least they should ) floating around in their brain. Each one similar but different in so many ways. The Theory of the Multiverse is wrong: It does not describe the alternate realities Or the many Universes that may or may not exist. The Theory of the Multiverse is about us: The millions, the multitude of minds All teeming, dreaming With possibilities, propositions of what can be, what will be, what was. The power of human will defines Our lives, and breaks us of the confines, Of the setbacks of reality. The Multiverse is visible in the veracity Of our own valor and verisimilitude, So much so that we are unable to See the rest Of humanity, all hoping, praying for what we want, But, what do we want? The question rings and stings between our ears, A buzz in the bottom of our brains. We cannot answer a question that we do not understand An...

Something new to tide you over, I'm working on a few poems and a short story. It's about a sailor. Who doesn't like sailors? Let me know what you think. As always, I appreciate that any of you read this stuff! You are sitting in a bar in Rome, on leave from the war. Your glass of wine has yet to be emptied. Your eyes scan the room, a pleasant buzzing fills your head as the conversations of a foreign tongue wash over you. You begin to turn back to your fellow soldiers, but a flash of light catches your attention. You see her from across the room, a simple meeting of the eyes. Your heart begins to beat faster, your mind swells beyond the realm of possibilities. Here, now, this is all there is. We will never be more perfect than in this moment of true understanding. Life, death, fear, hope, love, loss, wonder, despair, power, weakness. All are wrapped in the sensation of seeing the only one who will ever understand the true depth of your buried life. You contemplate talk...