Brian Johnston Poems

Oh the air is not so sweet today,
Nor, I fear, will it be tomorrow,
For disgruntled love has left the fray
Of tortured wills that brought both sorrow.
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So sorry but I'm out again,
My life's passion, to be a friend,
A daunting task that doesn't end.
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His cloak's foul tent is what supplies,
The darkness for the craft he plies…
His lair, 'The Father of ALL Lies.'
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Speak to me with silent lips
Lest I learn to know your voice,

Touch my hand with fleeting grace
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From the mountain pass where
pioneers ate human flesh
To survive a winter storm,
It does not seem far enough
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Why does loneliness seem so attractive?
(Accepting her love as your fate)
Is there really much warmth in her arms?
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The sawdust lay upon the floor
Each speck was well defined.
'Thanks be to trees, ' one said aloud,
'That we are nothing more! '
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I am driving Dad to his appointment
In a city more than two hours from home
They will spend a month watching behavior,
(We realize that he needs a savior
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Lass,
Unblemished by submission,
Familiar beyond Miss,
Unshadowed your smile,
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(The Man Who Proved That God Is Real)

You told me you just want to know God exists,
Oh dear heart, I promise it's true,
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