Chrispin Johnson Poems

The whispers of the trees.
The ripples of the oceans.
The clapping of thunder.
The might of lightening.
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Never did I ever think of the definition of a hero.
Is a hero someone who defends the innocent who can’t defend themselves?

Does a hero need's to be arcane? Is a hero someone who thinks of others first?
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I need you as the flower needs the sun
My love for you burns as bright as the sun.
I eager for your touch every second we are apart.
I eager for you to feed my beating heart, you are the air that i breath, your eyes are as beautiful as the stars that lingers above the sky, your smile so
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Tis the season to be merry, the snow falling
gently looking like millions of fairies, shoppers
scuffling along busy streets. the month were kids tried to
get on the jolly bearded man's good list hoping he will bring them
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September 11 an ordinary day, wake up to the sound of the alarm.
A husband says goodbye to a wife, a wife says goodbye to husband. A dad says goodbye to his kids, a mother says goodbye to her kids, heading to their final destinations not realising that will be goodbye for ever.

A man, a woman arrives at the towers of doom. To them another tuesday just like every other tuesday, filling out paperworks, answering phones not knowing their lives were about to be deprived from them.
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The flower needs sun as I need you
my love is burning bright and true
your touch I yearn when we’re apart
I need you feed my beating heart
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Why do we walk the mysterious road of this journey we called life?

Is it our curiosity or our sense of adventure that makes us keep going. Although we do not know where the journey may lead we still strive on.
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I am, I am, I am the reason you question your existence.
The reason you ponder upon questions such as:
Whats my purpose in life and why am i here?
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Have you ever met a person that is the light of the world, when it seems everywhere else is dark or just makes the world seems like paradise?

I can say i have, her beauty holds no comparison and her generosity knows no bounds. Her eyes blue like the limitless sky, limitless is her need to see others smile. She takes pleasure in seeing nature express it's beauty.
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This ain't a fiction.
But a section of a listed past.
So don't get it twisted like Hurricane Katrina.
Allow me to tantalise your fantasy with a tale
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