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Grobb Johnson Poem
I remember precisely how perfect it was.
When every answer was simply, just because.
How we spent everyday, lovingly in the sun.
As good as it gets, as good as good does.
Always an adventure, always so much fun.
When we were who we were,
when we were both young.
And when we first felt, how it felt, what it feels to feel love.
How it lifted us up, so high and above.
When the worst part of our day, was just it being done.
What a snug fit, like a hand in a glove.
Such a great love, our hearts so flung.
When we were who we were,
when we were both young.
How our feelings for each other, how they so grew.
And whenever we saw one another, how it always felt new.
With such cheerful delight, the songs that I sung.
While you looked into me, as I sang them to you.
Into each others arms, where always we sprung.
When we were who we were,
when we were both young.
And alas I remember, when we grew apart.
When we went our own ways, and our new lives we'd both start.
When it was all over, and all said and done.
I never admitted of my broken heart.
Even though it's all gone, bad feelings I've none.
Of when we were who we were,
when we were both young.
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Grobb Johnson Poem
Down in the dark
where we live and we breathe.
in a place where most,
could never believe.
Through the smoke and the dust
by our blood and the rust.
Hear the clanging of steel
and in your chest you can feel.
the rumbling of the ground
with it's menacing sound
for where no one has been
is where our treasures be found.
We truck and we toil
we muck and we moil.
May our luck it be royal
and not leave us
stuck in the soil.
For the path that we walk
which leaves us unseen
tucked far away
down in some machine.
Isolated from all
and free at our most
but not free at all
for the shadow
is always close.
Stalking and waiting
for mistakes you'll be making.
It's grip near your neck
reaching for a wreck
But you must be better
and play your cards right.
If you're gonna forever
live where it's night
and on the top of your head
is your one light
and your only chance,
to win this fight
So when the blast sounds off
and you can't chase that cough
when it's strange to see no dirt under your nails
and you no longer care,
for telling tales
Get yourself some sleep,
you'll be up with the sun.
Cause tomorrow.
There's much more work to be done.
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Grobb Johnson Poem
When most all you've had's been taken,
and the rest all took off and gone.
Been misused and abused,
for so, so long.
When you work so hard,
for all of your day.
Just to take what you make
and have it stripped away.
When it's all been burned
after enough lessons learned.
After everything you ever loved
has been stolen, lost or died
and your eyes have become
permanently dried.
Then your wants, your needs,
your thoughts on these,
your ideas and beliefs.
Well they start to change.
You might see things for what they are.
A home is your home,
and a car is just a car.
Your priorities might differ from before
Become satisfied with what you have
not always wanting more.
Things taken for granted
now desired the most.
Things not thought of
now held so close.
To be warm and dry
and not be hungry
is all I really need
in order to be happy.
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Grobb Johnson Poem
What was that sound?
what was that noise?
There in the dark.
Was that a voice?
That faintly creeping,
encroaching tone.
my feeling tells me,
I'm not alone.
It must be the wind
or the house settling in.
Nothing is there,
there's nothing but air.
I Turn my head and close my eyes
Then here comes, a new surprise.
First a scratching,
then a fall.
Outside my door,
there in the hall.
The sound of something being drug.
I grab my blanket, pull it snug.
Then it's over, but then there's more
So terrifying, the simple creaking of the door.
Did it just open?
No, no, I just need some sleep.
I just won't look,
not one peep.
Almost off to dream
almost clear and free.
Then a raspy voice
with an invitation just for me.
Just go away,
just leave me be.
What do you want?
And why from me?
I'll close my eyes,
I'll try to hide.
The door slams shut.
Has it come inside?
Are those shadows moving?
No, no it went away.
Then four words.
"I'm here to stay."
My chest is pounding,
it knows I'm here.
It knows that I'm aware.
So in floods the fear.
I hear it moving closer.
I feel it's breath upon me.
Starting at my feet,
then working up so slowly.
I feel it's touch.
The fear's too much.
Paralyzed by the chill,
A few words I'm able to spill.
"What do you want?"
"What do you want," I say.
To which it replies
"I just want you,
and I want to play."
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I saw a woman with red hair,
who left me caught in quite the stare.
While she ran her fingers through that red hair,
while she was just standing there.
That red haired woman standing there,
who ran her fingers through that red hair.
That red haired woman she drove me wild,
when she flashed that devilish smile.
That woman with red hair,
her gaze stripped me, left me bare.
That woman with red hair I made her mine.
And so together, we spent our time.
That red haired woman, how she made me feel inside.
Everytime I saw her, I felt I had just died.
That red haired woman, she was a heaven to me.
She could fill any that was empty.
That woman with red hair, she could not be tamed.
Her flowing essence, would never drain.
That woman with red hair, a free spirit of her own.
The greatest thing, I have ever known.
That red haired woman, who always got her way.
So to her, belonged each day.
That red haired woman, who had me trained.
and so soon, I was the one who was chained.
That woman with red hair, who was head to toe insane.
And had to cause so, way to much pain.
That woman with red hair, with whom I came to a bad end.
In a heartbeat, I'd do it all again.
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Looking beyond the skies, see the stars so far away.
Shining bright through the night, till one of them brings us day.
Rigel, Arcturus, and Sirius too.
Which one a red giant? Which one a massive blue?
Through the right set of eyes, you can see them up close.
Or look to the other moons, the planets,
quite gazed upon the most.
The red world, the ring world, the big orange ball.
The burning world, the ice world. Can you name them all?
Floating in this emptiness, around the sun we race.
Floating in this black void, this place we call space.
And beyond our own neighborhood there's more and there's more.
Looking above the clouds, to see what's in store.
Andromeda, the crab nebula,
the famed horse head.
So far apart in this universe,
almost forever we're spread.
There's pulsars, there's quasars, and neutron stars.
Neutrinos, and black holes, and moons covered in scars.
Comets and asteroids and big clouds of gas.
Some objects that don't seem to move at all,
and some unbelievable fast.
Looking beyond the heavens, there's just so many things.
From huge supernovae to impossibly small strings.
Every where you turn, there's always much more.
So much do discover, with an infinity to explore.
But the most amazing thing we know,
of to which the universe has given birth.
The most overlooked place of all,
the planet we call earth.
And because we're down here, and we look up there.
Just maybe, there has to be.
More life somewhere?
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Oh how I thought, what a perfect crime.
As I had spent so much time,
plotting it out, every day in my mind.
Until I felt, it was time for her to go.
When I knew no one, would ever know.
There came such a freeing feeling, oh I felt it so.
I would take her for a walk,
way high up in the hills.
Where the mountain lions,
are well known for their brutal kills.
I'd shred her to pieces, rip her all apart.
Then play the pitied widower, with a sad broken heart.
And when I came down, acting as a man who lost all senses.
Well all the town, gave me their condolences.
I'd gotten away clean, I'd done the deed well.
No one would ever know, as no one could tell.
No feeling of guilt, and not the least bit sad.
That night I slept, the best sleep I ever had.
And when I woke in the morning, thinking all was okay.
No no, no way, no way it was not.
"Oh god what have I done?"
"Oh no!" I thought.
Then a nauseous feeling swept over me,
causing a weakening, in my legs.
If I had just taken the life of my wife.
Who would cook my eggs?
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Grobb Johnson Poem
Is the glass half empty, or half full?
There it is that old fashioned
famous question people ask and,
You know I never chose one side or the other.
My answer has always been another
See I can simply dump it out
and make it fully empty.
Or I can pour more in.
and make it full completely.
So it won't matter if half empty,
or half full.
No, not as long as that I know
that I can change, and I can make it so.
The way it really looks to me,
is that it's whatever I want it to be.
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I once had an imaginary friend,
but grew tired of how he'd always weep.
And so then, he met his end.
When I murdered him in his sleep.
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Grobb Johnson Poem
What a long day, so sore are my feet.
I feel so worn out, oh am I beat.
I see you've returned home
and you think you're all alone.
Think I'll skip, brushing my teeth.
I just want to lay down and get some sleep.
Up in this tree, I have such a great view.
You don't see me, but I see you.
All of my worries, all gone for the day.
Time to lay down, time to drift away.
Just checked my watch, it says ten o' clock.
By the way your back door. You left it unlocked.
You know I think I'll sleep in till noon.
Almost ready. I'll see you soon.
What was that noise? I was almost in a dream.
I wonder what your voice, sounds like when you scream.
It was probably nothing, nothing at all.
You left the phone off the hook, now no help you can call.
Whatever it was, it's all gone away.
Time to get back, to resting my eyes.
You think everything is okay,
but you're in for quite the surprise.
What was that? No, no, there's no way at all.
I'm getting closer. I'm just out in the hall.
I bet it was nothing, just nothing again,
that sound I'll just ignore.
I bet that you panic, when you reach your end.
Mmm I hear you breathing, as I press against the door.
Why does my door, sound like it's creaking?
I'm ready for more than just standing here peaking.
This old house, just so full of noise.
When you spoke out, I sensed fear in your voice.
I need to get to bed, now almost eleven o' clock.
Here's something for you. Knock, knock, knock.
Oh dear god, "Who's out there?'
Oh yes yes, that gave you quite the scare.
It's so dark, and I'm too far from my light.
My, my, my, you've sure pulled your blanket tight.
It gives me quite the delight, to see such a sight.
Now you needn't put up, much of a fight.
I feel washed away, a trembling sweat with a chill.
It's going to be so much fun,
to watch your blood spill.
The door, it swung open but,
but the coast looks clear.
Now out from the shadows, I shall appear.
My body, what's happening?
I can't move I can't breathe!
The things you never thought,
I'm going to make you believe.
The shadow's thudded footsteps,
their creeping towards me.
I've sharpened my blade.
Here, do you see?
I can't even speak.
This lump in my throat, it's clogging it whole.
All I can do now is break down, I've lost control.
I'll try to choke out, just one word.
"Why?"
"Shh, don't cry.
We're gonna have fun, before you die."
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