The emaciated stop feeling hunger pangs; their bodies consume themselves. The Atheist says “I have no desire for God” – Who will send U. N. planes filled with nourishment to rescue him? The desert has hidden springs the human eye does not easily find. God is in plain view and I cannot see him; who is non-existent? who is […]

Water in the Desert of Love (c) 2011 Jon Trott There is sweet temptation that is pure There is a sensual touch that’s God-sure There is a thought, a breath, a word A name each heart beat said and heard Draw me to you in this laughter in these tears The personal mystery of our history ends fears You are… […]

A lyric inspired by my daily reality living on a second floor next to an Uptown, Chicago alley….   To Change Things (Jon Trott) Every mornin’ the man stands on his fire escape Drops the trash down to the alley below Every evenin’ he wanders on down those metal stairs To puke delirium tremens from a bitter soul And every […]

He was standing on the bottom of the abyss; there remained but a short distance in any method of mortal reckoning for him to take before he came to a more secret pit where there is no measurement because there is no floor. – Charles Williams, “Descent into Hell” All Hell is smaller than one pebble of your earthly world…. […]

What’s So Special About Jesus (c) 2012 Jon Trott -=- We swim in a billion stories We drown in facts without meaning We thirst for relational love But violent lust is what we’re screening The lights go low on an empty stage The script is missing to the play We ad lib our collective fib Love in the silence we […]

Lowerby Jon TrottYoung, I imagined the limbs of black women wrapped around me, desperate for rescue, desperate for one white heart that understood. I strove with them in loving lust, Knew gentle every inch of skin, a Kiss kiss kiss of my own body, The hope of love rushing toward Only me, there, in the darkness of my white and […]

The Long Way to God (c) Jon Trott, October 2012 Be wary of the words you speak, friend Take care for truth and don’t pretend You know so much when you should know less Trade owning the certain for tenderness The long way to God is a way no less The road she travels is stoney and hard Few there […]

  Beauty and Grief (c) 2012 Jon Trott Beauty and Grief spin inside my prism Colors spilling down across my cheeks I’m not sure of anything except this thing A man will find what a man truly seeks If I write a story that denies self denial If I sing a song that’s too sad to sing My voice will […]

Can We At Least Agree On This? (c) 2012 Jon Trott / Music for Dystopians, Inc. Listening to Boney M sing about Zion’s Daughter Watching Gaza Mother hold her remains after slaughter I wish I had the Spirit of Christmas instead of breaking down Words from another piece of trash blown street-wise in this town But Can we at least […]

The Kama Sutra of the Soul by Jon Trott Here are exact instructions A Kama Sutra of the soul Making love with broken hands You lay me down to make me whole Making love with those ten fingers To the genital of my heart I lie still in desperation Whisper yes so you can start Every nook and every cranny […]