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Jon Shierling Sep 2014
As above,
so below.
As within,
so without.

A turning toward
peace.
A human heart
flaming as a torch.

Being led by you
through unfamiliar climes,
we journey blindly
on the road to Damascus.

This pain long buried
by grace and courage
flowering
into radical acceptance.
  Sep 2014 Jon Shierling
Syd
yes all women

because people cringe at the word "feminism".
because I am not a feminist, I am a woman.
I am a human being.
because this poem is a one-sided sexist rant.
because I was fifteen years old when my mother first taught me about how to hold car keys as a weapon in case anyone ever attacked me.
because teenage girls are taught to never walk alone in a parking garage.
because in elementary school I was told to switch which side of the street I was walking on while going home if a man was approaching me in the same direction.
because when I was twelve my parents gave me my first cell phone for when I was out riding my bike, or taking a walk.
because I can't wear a spaghetti strap tank top to school, as it will "distract the boys".
because boys are distracted by a bony girl in a spaghetti strap tank top.
because freshmen girls are taught not to date senior boys, instead of senior boys being taught not to go after freshmen girls.
because senior boys go after freshmen girls.
because when I was ten years old I told my dad that my grandfather made me feel uncomfortable, and he got angry at me for making such a blasphemous statement.
because even after I told my mother, and she talked to my father, he ignored it completely.
because my grandfather made me, at ten years old, feel uncomfortable.
because when I was fourteen my boyfriend broke up with me since I "didn't put out".
fourteen.
because by ninth grade I had received my first unwanted and unwelcomed advance.
because I didn't tell anyone.
because school administrators turn the other cheek when a girl is ***** in the stairwell.
because **** charges are being dropped by judges.
because victims are being bullied into silence.
because a hashtag is the most sincere form of activism.
because **** is a crime no matter what color you try to paint the picture.

because I will go to bed tonight, after posting this poem, after telling my story, and I will wake up tomorrow.
and nothing will change.
Jon Shierling Sep 2014
I can't convince you of the simple prosaic fact
That you are loved
Not for what you do
But for who you are

It may be just a simple, stupid platitude
but I wish I could hold you
and help you believe
that it really is going to be ok.
  Sep 2014 Jon Shierling
Poetic T
I opened my eyes this
Morning,
I saw the world
As a collection of words.

"I see a tree"
A life of ruffled skin
Breathing in
So we may breath out,
Life comes & goes
Does it weep
No
Because life carries on

"I see my wife"
She Smiles
Warmth
I see in her eyes
And I know why
I Love her
She has a heart
That beats both
Life
&
Love
She shares the beats equally as one.


"I take a drive"
My child plays with the wind
Through an open window,
Air,
=
Laughter,
=
Me happy,
Of the innocence
That she finds in the wind
A plaything to enjoy,
*I Awoke And The World Changed
  Sep 2014 Jon Shierling
Jennifer Weiss
I do not understand how we can be unaware.
I read it in this Biology text book,
on page one, it is right there

We're all just molecules and atoms,
How dare anyone think they matter,
More than the next collection of matter.
Just because they managed to gather,
all that wealth.
Jon Shierling Aug 2014
I don't know how to tell you what's in my heart.

I don't know how to explain,
that I put my faith in you.

I don't know how to say,
that I don't want to be a hero
or a villain.

I don't have the right words,
for this feeling that I haven't felt
till I met you.

I don't understand what's happening,
this twirling around
and revisioning.

I don't have much to offer,
except my messed up heart
and the history that comes with it.

I do have a hope though,
a hope and a belief
in you.
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