Don Johnson Poet Ballad

Premonition

Premonition

We have this hidden talent in us,
which often gets denied,
we think that cos we're different,
that we will get despised,

sometimes the religous,  
think that Satan comes to ride,
when you make a prediction,
and the truth does come to pass,
from inside,

then you worry did you cause it,
with thoughts of happenings, at last,
and doubts an worry for which,
he died alack, alas,

I said Charlie could be dead by monday,
and by God, oh yes he was,
bloody premonition one day,
feeling bad, for just because... 

Don Johnson

Russell it is my sometimes curse,
to relate the awful worse,
no enjoyment comes,
with thoughts of death of some,
a curse becomes....

 on ya Nancy of the Jones,
knowing thaings me dog jus moans,
poetry is good for some,
suk it up i''ll have to sum 
alone...

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Sara Kendrick November 17, 2011 at 7:01 AM Interesting work..Enjoyed reading this morn..I am glad that I chose this one..Thanks for the encouraging words from time to time..Sara

Nancy Jones October 13, 2011 at 8:37 PM heh... i was 3 Journey Mcknight October 13, 2011 at 9:20 PM heho she was three, and likes older married men, well, I was in love with a Christian one but just found out that he was married today. but to some it does not matter, youa humanitarian babe, I am being tough as crud on ya aint I?

Tony Lane October 13, 2011 at 8:29 PM I was 15 before I figured out that not everyone did this. Pretty common in our family. My wife just came home tonight and was telling me how she was trying to explain what I can do to the people at work. She says she's used to it now. Nice to know you're out there too. Tony Don Johnson October 14, 2011 at 6:36 AM lotsa people seeing ghosts, like flying saucers should i post, common though it is for sure, had em stomping in the hall, and visit me at night...when asked:)

Russell Sivey October 13, 2011 at 8:12 PM What a spectacular write you have here! Do we make many predictions such as this? I would hate having this happen to me! Oh but this is your clever writing, leading us somewhere else with something that is besides the obvious!! You understand... Don Johnson October 13, 2011 at 8:19 PM Russell it is my sometimes curse, to relate the awful worse, no enjoyment comes, with thoughts of death of some, a curse becomes

Nancy Jones October 13, 2011 at 8:05 PM isn't a cause thing, is a know thang... imho and all.. bummers suck at any rate. Digya Don Johnson, you know.~n Journey Mcknight October 13, 2011 at 10:14 PM Thats not fair, he doesn't know what you are saying, black folk call a Johnson, a hmhm, a mans ya know mnlihood is a Johnson, so she is saying: re-read, and thats why I said that. you know me and Matthew are prince and princess, doesn't bother you, don't worry about Mr. welch, we have some kind of something eternally but he wouldn't tell me what cause I got a big way of tellin' stuff right out. soon I'll have rest. My prince will care til I figure the rest. Journey Mcknight October 13, 2011 at 9:17 PM pardon me, I am baby lu, I am the princess of Matthew A. Thompson that fought for his belief to always do all for God and you will bow and crawl like the snake you are. suck and hiss your poetry bitch! Don Johnson October 13, 2011 at 8:16 PM on ya Nancy of the Jones, knowing thaings me dog jus moans, poetry is good for some, suk it up i''ll have to sum alone...