A man alone is such a small thing
To face a world with hungers
Is not as easy as it seems
His heart and mind are torn between
The Word of God and what he see's
His heart can waver and follow the mind
Fears and worries multiply in time
In the word it says we should fear not
Surrounded by troubles the Word is forgot
A man by day is something else at night
Lust, hunger and greed takes flight
Featherless wings they stretch abroad
Soaring searching without lord
Any kind of hunger can make man steal
"Turn the other cheek" be for real
Maybe in heaven but not in this world
In certain places this make men girls
A man by himself is nothing alone
But a man with faith can stand on his own
Everyman is a failure in his own eyes
Everyfaith a failure till Redeemer finds
No man can do it by himself
A soul like a baby alone needs help
Choose wisely between faith and flesh
No matter what happenes
It's your fate and nothing less
The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak
Both sides of hunger still killing
While those who should be watching
Still sleep
I rather hear the truth then a lie
something so deep that could make
me say goodbye
living for today as if we have no
tommrow I guess my heart you still
cant borrow
I wont someone whos hear for me
as if tommrow is something we cant
see
Theres no I an me or you because of
the things my heart is afraid to do
#TrustIssue
From The Heart I Came....
When this poem was in
its rawest form
Before the hand started
writing
The mind was bossing
and boasting
That I originated there
but I know
From the Heart I came....
Like blood running
through the veins
to give life to living blood
cells
I am an expression but
not like a math equation
I am most oftenly
directed at family and
friends and most
importantly God
Him Who is true Goodness
I am a recognition of the
value of kindness
Yes. Without that very
strong affection I can not
exist
I told the mind that when
I come from you I am not
real
If I come from the mind
then I'm as fake as the
word fake itself
I am rarely used. When I
am used,
I release the heavy feeling
of pride. Because;
I come from the Heart.....
GRATITUDE....
Francine's sonnet
Enforced i am by time ,
watch them from a distance.
Enslaved memory sublime,
perhaps i need assistance.
Very sad the what if part,
some must go an some stay.
The breaking of lovely heart,
hurting when they go away.
Francine knows heart throb flows,
little heart does flutter.
Don’t let him come too close,
His name she cannot utter.
Heart frozen like the butter,
when he begins to stutter.
Don Johnson 11-June-11
for Francine's Sonnet contest
Without spreading your wings, never will you fall
Never in the sunshine, will not be burnt at all
Will never be the fool, if a chance you do not take
If you avoid the spotlight, no embarrassment will you face
No failure will you be, without making effort to achieve
Without a heart wide open, never will you be heartbroken
Without spreading your wings, never will you soar
Never in the sunshine, will never feel the warmth
Will always be the fool, if no chance you did take
If you avoid the spotlight, no glory you will take
No failure you maybe, without effort never will you succeed
Without a heart wide open, never true love you will feel
Spread your wings, the flights worth the fall
Dance in the sunshine, warming your soul
Take every chance, do not miss and regret
Jump in to the spotlight, show us you’re great
Make failure not an option, you will succeed
Open your heart, love is the key
i will express to you
in poem form yes that will have to due
since i first laid these eyes upon you
i ve been lost in these feelings
these feelings of complete an utter satisfaction
i don't feel like i have a malfunction
you think i will screw up
im not gonna lie your probably not wrong
i make bad choices
i have bad ideas
im not a lier tho
an i am no thief
im just a silly boy who has a heart that i wish you to keep
turn me away i will not go uh stray1
ill be around but afraid to offer again
if your mind changes an goes a separate path
don't listen to him the one up top
he strategies thoughts
your heart will guide you right to me or another guy
don't trust what it doesn't tell you
don't believe im the one you'll keep.
Eleven years ago so young and naïve, easy to deceive, and dying to please; but, in
these eleven years not once did I understand…
My love was a dream, crushing my heart with his hands.
Determined to make the unrealistic real, I fought for my love and created sex appeal.
Only to find that my dream was only mine wasted so much time to learn your heart
was filled with grime.
Not able to provide what is required of me to be happy. I know your love was real
but your sour love-style didn’t match mine so I cry.
Eleven years ago you promised to love me the way I needed to be loved, said you
wouldn’t lie.
But here I stand now with a plan and faith as a token, to find your all your promise
was broken.
Aliesha Hamrick
-Among the Dead-
The spin of the cylinder echoed in my mind.
I knew I had to follow threw, there was no turning back from this faithful quest.
Deep breaths only made my heart sink deeper in my chest.
I remember him saying, "Raven, don't let this get the best of you".
I felt my heart beating as I held the gun in place.
So many people who couldn't say goodbye, will I ever see another sunrise?
Terrified but not faltering I pulled the trigger, silence.
Relief fell over my face as I passed the gun across the table.
He looked at me with a smirk on his face, held the gun in place and shoved his finger
down, this was no race.
My turn once again, I could only imagine all those gravestones in the black abyss with
the remains of others trying to pass this same test.
With my hand trembling, I raised it, clenching my finger on the trigger.
No more sunrise, no final goodbye's.
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