Long Smell the roses Poems

“The God Complex”



His face imprinted 
hidden under layers of ink
he whispers his words

like a haunting breeze
dust blown off the pages
towards the back of their minds

once-in-a-while 
reminding them of stories 
they are eventually, all souls

book-marked 
tagged...

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Once in a great while your soul stands up and takes notice of someone and your inner voice screams yes that one. So loud your sure others heard.
When you are apart you can feel your...

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Our country is full of hypocrites 
who stand up against nothing and bend over for everything 
the peoples amendments pushing European agendas upon us for change 
towards liberal law in our downfall
 
Unto our sovereignty...

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I am writing these letters to someone who no longer exists for me and if she ever did, she is lost somewhere in a past I can no longer visit. I write them for myself....

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OH How it is very plan to both thee and me!
This twenty-first century is Red Chinese!
They have taken over most of South America!
And they are promoting Latin American dances
and Latin American culture! Those counties

are not...

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I know it’s easier to catch a breeze or two, once we have been around the bend. We should take the time to watch the leaves among the trees every now and then. We should...

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My Life’s Meaning
By Curtis Johnson

Where do we fine the purpose of it all?
What does it all really mean?
What does life mean to me?

I have been young, and now, I’m getting older.
I’m thriving to be wiser,...

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Edward, remember this.
            Just like you were a caterpillar
            Before you became a...

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Squirrel Watching
By Curtis Johnson

Many are we who live and die, having never taken the time to smell the roses
Or to behold the sometimes breathtaking beauty of a cloud in the sky
Nor even to take a...

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I’m hating myself for the person I’ve become 
I’m different to all And not just some 
I swear a chimp would succeed more than me 
isolation my best friend I believe
Intelligence is there but I...

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hostile,
pungent,
nasty,
&
redefining the art of having a
chip on his shoulder
he marches through the last specks of his burnt out existence
telling us all how we should live our lives
(spouting his rotting “wisdom” at everyone he sees)
while
regretting
so very...

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The night I killed myself, I wrote a letter
A letter to everyone who has ever loved me and watched me grow
A gentle reminder that it’s okay to let me go
The night I killed myself, I...

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On a train going south on business
For what seemed an eternity,
I chanced upon a memorable man
Who changed the path of my destiny

He was itinerant to look at
With tatty coat and shabby shoes,
An unshaven face, his...

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To the serious seeker
 To the late night watcher of a double feature
 Each of us is responsible to a holy God
 We can either receive or reject
 I bet your sorry that we met
...

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no time to take the scenic route we're always moving apace
no time to stop and smell the roses nor see the wonders of this place
we're too stubborn to go out of our way
always in a...

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Let me tell you a little something 
About the growing pains, 
Of recovery.
What shall I gain?
Just about everything
From giving my all 
To my recovery and sobriety. 
I will grow into something new,
Inti something stronger that...

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(Free Verse) 


Take time to see around you 
So much that we take for granted 
We all miss those little things 
Which mean much more in life 

We blindly make our way sometimes 
Not knowing...

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Why do you stand to stare, old man,
Over these fields of grass,
It must be a terrible boring time,
There's nothing here to see.

No, nothing now, but I look with inward eye,
For twenty thousand years did pass
Since...

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Three months ago, I never had any thoughts 

About, love, loving someone, or being in love, 

They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats...

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In our fast paced twentieth century world..,

We oft' have neglected to stop to smell the roses,
Oft' we used to bow our heads silently to pray,
As we reflect back to the sixties is had launched a...

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You are the wood chips on my feet
It stings me in satisfaction oh so neat
Your childlike memories got me complete
I need you and I want you, so take a seat

We met in the spiralling spur...

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I listen with my precious eyes alert
Spring now on my mind - I hear you chirp
Each new born day - the ears they chime
Another day of joy it brings - birds she sings
I wake -...

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The sands of time are falling away
Make sure to make the most out of each and every day
Release all of your hate and conqueror your fear
Don’t have regrets and have time for cheer
Treat everyone around...

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Fatigued eyes droop, lacking sweet slumber
But my eyes are an exception…everything’s a blur
They stare off into space…they ache with displeasure 
But I still wonder… my pupils still wander

My pupils still wander… never planted in one...

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lying in wait, 
skulking along alleys 
hiding in shadows 
amongst bums and homeless
the moon is bright
shining silver on the 
rain soaked street 

waiting to see the world 
walk passed;
like a horse wearing blinders
they don't know...

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