from Peter John

Love Survives


Photo of George Clark Stone walking across wilderness bridge with fishing pole

George Clark Stone May 25, 1936 – November 4, 2012


Love Survives
By Peter John

Do you search for an answer in the rising Sun?
Do you reach out for comfort from the Moon?
Does your heart long for friendship when the day is done,
When the sky seems dark too soon?

Love survives in the desert.
Love survives in the sea.
Love survives in the memories
Of you and me.
From before we are born
To beyond our lives
Love survives.
Love survives!

When you welcomed your brother who was on the street
Did you offer him shelter from the rain?
At the crossroads where happiness and sorrow meet
The joy overcomes the pain.

Love survives frigid alleys.
Love survives fields of snow,
But it still takes a burning
For a hearth to glow.
When our vengeance has answered
Our hateful drives
Love survives.
Only love could still survive.
Love survives.

It dangles our hearts on a web between
The best and the worst we can feel.
For love sends a scalpel to slice our souls,
And love brings a balsam to heal.

Love survives every promise we fail to keep.
Love endures every fault we pass by.
After anger and envy have wept to sleep
Love alone still survives.

Love attends to the sunshine
But can offer the shade.
Love inhabits the hovels
That our hatred made.
When the night’s creeping darkness
Has left us blind, fear arrives
Love endures it and survives …

When you’ve found all your answers in the sunset’s glow,
When you’ve danced with the moonbeams on the sea,
When I’m never returning, only then you’ll know
The depth of your love for me.

Love survives — I remember
Tender nights, you and I –
Love survives when we wish
That it could simply die.
From before we are born
To beyond our lives
Fate contrives,
Anger weakens,
Hate deprives.
Love survives.

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(c) 1991 Peter John Stone. All Rights Reserved.
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Down The Road


"The artist's muse moves on down the road" by Tony Karp, http://timuseum.com

Picture by Tony Karp, http://timuseum.com . Used by Permission



Down the Road
By Peter John

Right here my roots are growing.
Right here my corn is tall,
And I know every fencepost
Like a brother.
I’m leaving God this chunk of sod
My sweat has tilled and hoed,
‘Cause I know I’ll find another
Down the road.

Down the road –
I’ll find a place to pitch my tent
And spend the night.
Down the road –
I’ll find some peace of mind
And set the wrong things right.
Right here your touch is velvet
And your kisses burn like flame,
But down the road I’ll find a village
Where nobody knows my name.

Right here we drink of friendship.
Right here we sip of love,
Applauding every honest
Man and cheater.
But in this town my jug’s run down,
I’ve paid all that I owed,
And the water will be sweeter
Down the road.

Down the road –
I’ll find a place to pitch my tent
And spend the night.
Down the road –
I’ll find some peace of mind
And set the wrong things right.
Right here your touch is velvet
And your kisses burn like flame,
But down the road I’ll find a village
Where nobody knows my name.

My thoughts of you weigh more
Than any treasure in my pack,
And that’s the only reason
I might have for coming back.

Right here I saw you smiling.
Right here I took your hand,
And never thought my future
Could be brighter.
Since I can’t flee you’re memory
I’ll bear the heavy load,
But the burden will be lighter
Down the road.

Down the road –
I’ll find a place to pitch my tent
And spend the night.
Down the road –
I’ll find some peace of mind
And set the wrong things right.
Right here your touch is velvet
And your kisses burn like flame,
But down the road I’ll find a village
Where nobody knows my name –
Down the road I’ll find a village
Where nobody knows my name.
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(c) 2002 by Peter John Stone. All Rights Reserved. Originally published in “Songs in the Key of See” (C) 2006 by Peter John Stone

Autumn Weeps


Image of "Autumn Weeps", Croveted Tree by "The Amazing Noodle"

Photo of crochet sculpture "Autumn Weeps" from Instructables.com. Used by permission of Kerri Lincoln of "The Amazing Noodle". Click image to visit "The Amazing Noodle" on the Web.

Autumn Weeps
by Peter John

Smile in Summer’s sanity,
Wail in Winter’s madness
Springtime laughs in vanity.
Autumn weeps in sadness.

Broken hands on faceless clocks
That tide will never turn –
Friendly animosities
That bridges never burn –
These are all of yesterday
Our children care to learn.
These are all we dare to leave behind

Smile in Summer’s sanity,
Wail in Winter’s madness.
Springtime laughs in vanity.
Autumn weeps in sadness.

Jagged scars on swollen breasts
That healings never smooth –
Raped emotions throb in screams
That drugs will never soothe.
Yesterday has offered these
To help our children toothe,
All we hope their teeth will never try.

Smile in Summer’s sanity,
Wail in Winter’s madness.
Springtime laughs in vanity.
Autumn weeps in sadness.

These have marked the women’s days,
Crystal cages,
Passion plays,
Scattered leaves and prophecies
All wasted by the wind,
All the fruit of all that men have sinned.

Running in a walking race,
Cursing in a pew,
Promising a harvest
From a seed that never grew –
All our children smell the bread
We ration to a few.
Who are men to say which children die?
Who are men?

Smile in Summer’s sanity.
Wail in Winter’s madness.
April rains the teardrops shed
When Autumn weeps in sadness.
Autumn weeps.
Each secret keeps,
And Autumn weeps in sadness.

Immage of nest and eggs detail of crocheted tree sculpture.

Detail of "Autumn Weeps", Nest and Eggs. Used by permission of Kerri Lincoln of "The Amazing Noodle". Click image to see more surprising details at Instructables.com . See more of "The Amazing Noodle" on Facebook, http://www.facebook.com/The.Amazing.Noodle?sk=wall

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Poem “Autumn Weeps” © 1991 by Peter John Stone. All rights reserved. Contact the author for permissions, which are on reasonable terms.

Happy Endings


Image of "The Searcher" by Heather Horton

Image: "The Searcher" by Heather Horton. Used by Permission. "I am taken with dreaming of other places, other realities, while at the same time remaining grounded" -- Heather Horton http://www.heatherhortonartwork.blogspot.com/

Happy Endings
by Peter John

I believe in happy endings.
I believe in rainbows, too.
Although today
Is sad and gray
Tomorrow will still shine through.
I believe that a beacon of love as old as time
Can glow like new.
I believe in happy endings.
I believe in dreams come true.

I believe in new horizons.
I believe they’re everywhere.
The future’s gift
Is when we lift
The burdens our brother’s bear.
I believe that we’re each a desire expressed
In someone else’s prayer.
I believe in new horizons.
I believe that people care.

I believe that God is with us.
I believe His grandest schemes
Compose a plan
That teaches man
The simplest eternal themes.
I believe that His blessings distill
Till happy endings flow in streams.
I believe that God is with us
In our rainbows and our dreams.

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©1988 Peter John Stone. All rights reserved. Any free distribution of this poem is authorized provided it 1) includes author credit and copyright notice, (2) the author is notified of its use (3) http://mirrorsinaprism.com is referenced. Contact the author for permissions in ANY use that involves any commercial application.

I Know Who I Am


Never Sacrifice Who You Just Because Someone Has a Problem With It

Used by Permission of Art Jonak, http://www.mastermindevent.com/

I Know Who I Am
By Peter John

I know who I am.
You obviously don’t
Know who I am or
You’d treat me
Better.

Who am I?
If you take the time
To get to know me
You might find out.

If you don’t take
The time to find out
You don’t deserve to know
Who I am.
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(c) 1985 by Peter John Stone. All Rights Reserved. Contact author for reasonable terms on permission.

Simon Says


Simon Says
by Peter John

Simon says take one step backward.
Simon says jump up and down.
Simon says pretend you’re laughing
Even if you want to frown.
Spill your milk, or question roads
The grown-ups fear to tread –
Now you’re out, you stupid child.
That’s not what Simon said.

Simon says go out for baseball.
Simon says you play to win.
Simon says arise and shine and
Take your dose of Ritalin
Play for fun, or try a different
Drug to still your head,
Now you’re grounded foolish kid.
That’s not what Simon said.

Simon says to pay your taxes.
Simon says that men don’t cry.
Simon says to drop for push-ups,
Shoot your gun and kill, or die.
Call the game insanity,
Refuse to even play.
Join the ragged ranks of
Honored madness held at bay,
And soaring genius crucified
‘Cause Simon didn’t say.
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(c) 1991 by Peter John Stone All Rights Reserved. No use is authorized without permission from author, but the author offers reasonable terms, and entertains any proposals.



Thank God I Can’t Believe My Eyes
By Peter John

I see Earth wrapped in heartache.
I see Earth washed in tears.
I see Earth full of wasted lives,
And countless, endless, wasted years –
One vast and dizzy wasteland
Spinning hopelessly through space –
One dark demented landscape,
Lost to heaven, lost to grace –
A planet that’s forever lost its way.
I look around and see it every day.

And I thank God I can’t believe my eyes.
Cold shadows surrounding me are only a cruel disguise.
The Sun’s still shining warmly over the overcast skies.
Thank God I can’t believe my eyes.

I see our armies clashing.
I see their pain and blood.
I see the battles raging on
For empires made on murky mud.
I watch wives turn to widows
Never knowing what it’s for,
While mothers bury only sons,
And orphans march to war.
When peace seems broken far beyond repair,
I hang my head and whisper one soft prayer.

And I thank God I can’t believe my eyes.
Cold shadows surrounding me are only a cruel disguise.
The Sun’s still shining warmly over the overcast skies.
Thank God I can’t believe my eyes.

They say that seeing’s believing.
As I watch my life unfold,
Some days I see myself getting nowhere,
Other days just getting old.

I see my dear ones aging.
I see some pass away.
I see some nurture brand new life
With hope to bring a brighter day.
When everything around them proves
That all their hope is vain,
They face the darkness, fight the wind,
And disregard the rain.
They borrow light from some great source above,
And shelter a tiny candle lit by love.

And I thank God they can’t believe their eyes.
They show that the shadow lands are only a cruel disguise.
They draw warm sunshine down from over the overcast skies.
Thank God they can’t believe their eyes.
And I thank God I can’t believe my eyes.

Cold shadows surrounding me are only a cruel disguise.
The Sun’s still shining warmly over the overcast skies.
Thank God I can’t believe my eyes.
Thank God I can’t believe my eyes.

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“Thank God I Can’t Believe My Eyes” -Music and Lyrics ©2006 by Peter John Stone/Audio & Video Recordings ©2008 by Peter John Stone. All Rights Reserved; Video: Images courtesy US Army, US Air Force, US Navy, US Marine Corps, and NASA-Available artist credited individually in video credits.
Free for all non-commercially related use, provided full credit and copyright notice is given the author. Please inform the author of any intent for creative application. Contact the author for permissions of anything involving funds changing hands, or other transactions of value.

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