Biography of Junius Barnes
BORN OCTOBER 26,1989, IN THE CITY OF ALBANY, GEORGIA.THE 5TH CHILD OF LINDA BARNES AND WALLACE BARNES, HOWEVER, DUE TO THE LOST OF JEREMY, THE THIRD SON, THERE ARE ONLY FOUR(4) OF US. I OBTAINED EARLY CHILDHOOD EDUCATION FROM L.H.WILLIAMS AND MCKIBBEN LANE ELEMENTARY SCHOOLS IN MACON GEORGIA,1996-2003.IN 2004, MY MOM MOVED TO ROSWELL, GEORGIA FOR BETTER CAREER OPPORTUNITIES AS WELL AS, GREATER EDUCATIONAL OPPORTUNITIES FOR ME AND MY BROTHERS.CURRENTLY, I ATTEND CENTENNIAL HIGH SCHOOL IN ROSWELL GEORGIA. I PLAY FOR THEIR FOOTBALL TEAM, DOING MY OFF TIME, I ENJOY WRITING POETRY. MY DREAM IS TO BE IN THE NFL OR A DOCTOR.
Junius Barnes's Works:
ONE (1) POETRY E-BOOK.
Junius Barnes Poems
I'Ve Been Through The Fire
I've Been Through The Fire, I've seen the pain. seen the happiness, I've seen the shame. seen life through the eye of hate.
I Don'T Know Why
I don’t know why, the world is cold. The evil in my body is taking over my soul. I don’t know why I feel darkness in hate.
'O' Ashley, The Way You Speak It's Heavenly. 'O' Ashley, You Make Angels Cry Passionly. 'O' Ashley When Walk The Trees Bow Gracefully.
My Blood Is Boiling
My blood is boiling. My soul is warm. The kindness in me is almost gone.
Sitting In Iss
Sitting in iss. Not trying to get and any mess. Not trying arguing with the teacher. I’m during my best to keep cool.
Look In His Eyes And See His Soul
Look, but don’t stare! You'll be Caught and my death stare I should care. Look in his eyes and see his soul.
The Girl Of My Dreams
Her beauty is unseen. When she speaks the heavens look. When she walks the trees bow down.
Some say he is crazy, some say he is lazy. But his soul is cold, aways bold. His face has seen, darkness unfold.
Tell The Truth And Shame The Devil
I told the truth, I have shame the devil.i told god the truth not the devil when you push that pedal you have told the truth a shame the devil. God vs Devil, God the truth and the light, then you have the devil the father of all lies in the prince of darkness.his soul black like the midnight sky, his soul bright up the world.
I Cry For Many Reasons
I cry because I’m lonely, cry because I’m sad, we cry for many reasons some cause their are mad. Some because they miss their dad. The origin of crying, is the origin of dieing, we cry cause we miss them. Because we no longer can kiss them, hug them.
A Dead Man Eyes
Dead man eyes, they glisten like tension not mention, they have seen the haterd of mankind. They look for attention like a child with a tantrum. Dead man eyes, I wonder why? they are so bold with color, they dance like the world to mummer. Dead man eyes, they are like a child that have detention.
The Negro Spirit
The Negro spirit, craved with ancient marks that tell stories to their children, that deprives them from freedom. Their eyes tell no lies, mistreated but for why? We are equal by God; there is no master but God. The Negro spirit, strong at will, they killed themselves working in the field.
The Son That Grew From Lust.
I’m the son the grew from lust, my heart beat dust like a rust nail. I cursed the day I rush out the wound. To be consumed by hate. I’m doom to wait my salvation at state. I’m the Son that grew from lust, I’m touch by hush. I try to push the tears out like rain clouds.
The Black Ninja
The black ninja, he fights with a presence subclavin vein. He curves his punch into every line. He has a closed- circuit mind but with time. Black, is the way of his soul, he’s cold and bold. When he see his foes, they say, “ oh no”, it's the black ninja, he comes to take our soul.
The Negro Spirit
The Negro spirit, craved with ancient marks that tell stories to their children, that deprives them from freedom.
Their eyes tell no lies, mistreated but for why? We are equal by God; there is no master but God.
The Negro spirit, strong at will, they killed themselves working in the field.
They were slaves but not by their on will. If taught to read, their kill were by the whip.
Salt on their bodies tell their will, live, and the harsh condition not only hell.
The Negro sprit was tatte