Lance Johnston
Occupation
: nurse, student in computer sciences, father, writer of observations
Date of
birth: 1958
Marital
status: happily married
Education:
college & classical
Interests:
music, of all kinds, the internet, writing poetry & short stories, child
rearing, the mystery of God's Love, astronomy and physical science.
Publish
writing : Leaves of Amber ( 1999 ) Hugin ( 1975 )
Personal
statement: Fear Nothing, But God
dungeon talk
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chains.
look at these wrists.
is it me or am i mad, then?
it must be me.
i can already hear the soothing words
spare me.
i've been burned.
tortured.
i had asked for something soothing though,
so i guess my wish has come true, or was about to...
untill i changed my mind.
well then, pity me.
or something.
because i'm still tied here.
while you come and go
and tell me to get over it.
i will, perhaps, see another day
but i will drag this
drug of past
with me.
and you will come to see me
again, when?
soon?
bring me something good.
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(c)opyright 2003 l. johnston
Down
arc of life
showing resolve and
circumstance
well, sometimes things look
like shit
and you dont see a way out
but still you cruise
through life
making freinds of those you
meet
or wives
or children
one day you wake up and
know you cant do this anymore
there's pain and fear
breathing little spurs into you
they itch and you try to
smile and look normal
you just keep doing the
things you know how to do
you cant remember laughing
there's no joy in love
just frustration and more
pain
your faith has slipped out
early for a long weekend
doing the things you know
to do
you just get up one
morning,
leave everything important
behind
and drive
the argument between
reason, resolve
and circumstance turns into
a brawl
there's no winning, you
finally see,
as you jack a round into
the chamber
and leave it all behind
forever.
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7.23.02 l. johnston
street dreams
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i was thinking
i found a light
a life
in this darkness,
chaos
whatever...
your smiles and someones
were lies, pretty enough
and like a child
i believed
but now, in the sun
i know i was mistaken
i know what a fool
believes.
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(c)opyright 2002 l.
johnston
Truce
a truce,
now
and then
the surrenders
ask
forgiveness
knowing
how wrong
this
darkness has been
my
conflicts, my daily wars fought
standing
neither
in shadow
nor light
unable to
touch the face of love
i've
dreamed and prayed
slowly
freezing
sick with
fear
then
paralyzed
longing
for peace
weak with
dissapointment
stupid
with greif
self absorbed
and manic
so i bend
a humble knee
and submit
my
surrenders
and hope
that you will
open my
heart
and show
me the reason
i would
hold on to such pain
in spite
of what it's done.
(c)opyright
2001 / l. johnston
For tonight
dark wood & amber light
your face in partial shadow
whispers, nods, quiet laughing
forgetting
remembering
visa ready to redeeem the hours
no limits
cut of clothing
hint of skin
smooth & full
rich
i want to know more.
ambiance in tones of amber shadow
whiskey scent, obsession
full round curves of your eyes
light that sparkles from those
windows,
promise of sins & sincerity
forgetting who we are,
pretending for tonight.
(c)opyright
2001 l. johnston