Serenity Set aside; So simple Lend me your loneliness, Love lingering So simple is serenity Stifling Sinister.
© 1988 John Schneider. All rights reserved.
Envision life
Serenity Set aside; So simple Lend me your loneliness, Love lingering So simple is serenity Stifling Sinister.
© 1988 John Schneider. All rights reserved.
Music and art © 2019 ANTBAST. All rights reserved.
The lyrics for several songs are from poetry by John Schneider which are posted on this site.
What's the whisper? The curtains are drawn, shutting out the light And the cold darkness dwelling in the stillness of the night: Haunting like a shadow of the days of our past. But life passes on, diminishing fast. To rise then fall. Is that all? Though the sun rises high in the quiet of dawn And the dew melts away, as if moved like a pawn; The moon, if it can, will shut out the light And eclipse our droll lives, turning day into night. To shine in vain. Is it the same? The stars in the sky, acting in a play, Though the light we now see may have faded away; The star reached its peak in the solace of space Then shattered into blindness with nothing in its place. What's the whisper? Do men always fall after the peak? Is it the same, the pattern so bleak? Rise and never fall, shine and not in vain. The story can change... The whisper.
© 1991, 2000, 2001 John Schneider. All rights reserved.
ribbon white filtered light standing in the sun with blue green grass through shimmered glass commanding my childish gaze and clouds gather and rains fall and winds blow and lightning strikes nearby with flashing bright burning light piercing through the sky leavened soil and farmer's toil a seedling stretching deep want of bread and covered bed masking cosmic needs and clouds gather and winds blow and blow and blow and blow with farmer's toil to his spoil when heaven shuts its gates
© 1996, 2000 John Schneider. All rights reserved.
Echoes, as strong as ocean waves, as faint as ripples on a garden pond, carried like a secret whispered in a crowded room; And ringing in my head they seemed like quiet, scattered revelations sent to tease my solitary muses. I wondered at their portent as one who gazes at the night sky tries with outstretched hand to touch a single, distant star; Hope a reality, and contact just beyond her fingertip. And so with sigh and mental shrug focus is channeled to what is more familiar - as dim recognition is a cold replacement for the searing of bright recollection. Now the shadows reveal themselves, the introductions not unlike those of distant ancestors to future generations. Each face from the past somewhat mirrored by infant eyes and childish lips yearning to see and speak the knowledge that would send my weighted soul on a journey of expansive discovery. Knowledge wanes then swells, the ebb of discovery drawing future to past and past to present; I am the vortex. Yet though they pass through me in shallow breaths I cannot fathom the secret fears they leave in the dusted wake trailing their winding path. The rising joys - a peak, a glimmer - converge in my chest and flutter, pound, in a space long devoid of discerning. An image rippled by falling tears that glimmers and shatters then collects the slivers and regroups, catches my eye and causes my heart to leap. An image of things to come, revealed to me with the clarity of dawning light. Oh, I would claim them for my own. Time will bring to me assurance. Assurance, hope; faith that wavers not. Dreams will navigate me to that destination, a subconscious journey, a passage from the demons' lair behind, from imagined worlds of bliss; from here, from there; from then, from now; to unite all certainties with all possibilities; to thrive on the surprise each unlived moment holds for us; to acknowledge that by living we accept the mysteries that lie ahead. To you.
© 1999 by Louise Riley and John Schneider. All rights reserved.
Hot, Devil hot. Through the thick air The sun beats down Upon my brow, The heat my heart To make faint. The land of green Baked red and black; And I, fallen to my knees, Turn my eyes towards the sky, And with a gasp of breath Find strength within the light.
© 1990 John Schneider. All rights reserved.
Surrounded by millions who rush to and fro with overhead speakers which call for John Doe to please pick up the phone. But without you...alone. The touch of your breath, my lips on your cheek; under light of full moon as I feel your heart beat in a time we forgot. Now alone like I sought. The brisk night whispers peace that my soul can't repeat yet so tries to command, but concludes between sleep and dim thought that loneliness is poor company to keep.
© 1996 John Schneider. All rights reserved.