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Ernest Johnson Poem
I screamed into the canyon
Forgive me please forgive me
My voice echoing off its walls
And all that were left were memories
When from but grace one falls
I looked down into the canyon
To see a river flow
As it wandered along below me
With no where else to go
As you stand in hushed shadows
Would bitter teardrops sting your eyes?
While you looked down in that canyon
To see where my body lies
Copyright © Ernest Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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A storm doles out this dismal night
Rain drops drizzle down cobblestone course
Beast and bird burrow safely till light
No stranger to me, this tatty leather chair
Shadows dancing, cast the flickering fire
A creatures den, for the wretched a lair
Hoping of hopes, dreaming of dreams
Of such I have lost all desire
Rain knocks on my door,
Gloom enters once more
His attendance perceived
Lest my sanity leave
By the string that I cling as before
I long to surrender
The ability to remember
My fall into torments of hell
This chair, the fire, misery befall
The devils that dance on the floor
Copyright © Ernest Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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Bury my soul in autumn leaves
So that the wind might blow away
Memories of mistakes I made
That breaks my heart today
Sticks and stones can break the bones
But words can crush the spirit
Raise the bar but once again
And I'll still try to clear it
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A flash of lightning
A clap of thunder
As a hard rains falling down
Through the misery of life’s window
With no respite to be found
Tottering along the pathways
Of life’s treachery
Forlorn and broken
Mapping out my destiny
Memories of failures
And what was meant to be
My endeavors all wrought
My own misery
Life holds meager meaning
Since my fall from all grace
Tattered and beaten
My head hangs in disgrace
Copyright © Ernest Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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It's a night
Of easy recall
When I was a guest
Of Hell's Halloween Ball
An extravagant arch
Cased elaborate, forested doors
Plush red carpets
Festooned Hell's Ballroom floors
Upon my arrival
My eyes observed that day
The carved reliefs
On the doors as adorned
Of souls gone astray
I peered in the faces
Of eyes turned stone cold
A pack with the Devil
For the contracts he holds
Great chandeliers
Baroque ceilings high
Crystals fashioned
From the pain of the hopeless
And all the tears ever cried
At long tables laden
With the feast of the night
Hearts of the wretched and unholy
Daemons consumed with delight
Each soul's deeds tallied
And their virtues as well
An eternity spent in heaven
The balance sheet would tell
The wretched and unholy
Sent to the bowels of hell
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His seas of melancholy
Washed the pain up on his shore
And offered up to him
Only thoughts of his abhor
All the things he hated
He spoke with his last breath
As I sat and waited
For time to bring his death
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Pages torn from the book of lies
Betrayed by the haze of a sad child’s eyes
And the times needed to heal and care
Gazed upon at no one there
A voice needed to ease the pain
As expected, effects the same
Alone at night to roam the street
And seek out the place where drunkards meet
To close my eyes and never awake
And to just drift off, for heaven’s sake
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I wake up in the night
When my dreams play pretend
Not knowing if it’s now
Or the hell from way back then
Waking alone in that dungeon
As the clock chimed midnight
Left to wander the streets
With hopes to end my plight
I remember a pitch-dark basement
And searching for the stairs
With no light to guide me
Away from the demon stares
Tears I did not shed
While wandering through that dim
Fear my only companion
And the blame I felt within
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I bask in the warmth
Of heavens glow
Gentle raindrops
Bathe my soul
Daemons retreat
For where they came
To no longer point
Their fingers of blame
A healing light
As the sun shines down
Lighting my path
While I’m homeward bound
Rising up
From my fall from grace
I have arrived
At a sacrosanct place
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Once again in my place
You’re silent slap across my face
The deafening sound of words unspoken
Used to leave me torn and broken
The scorn sent from your not parted lips
And a soul stripped to shreds and bits
Don’t stop to look around
I have left the battleground
I have no desire to stay and fight
You can stay and think you’re right
My shackles now are broken
From the nightmare I have woken
No tears will seep down my face
As I leave this wretched place
Copyright © Ernest Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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