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Written Word...

Written Word...

 

A word is spoken...it vanishes into nothingness...as if never there...

the word that is spoken is the one that has the least substance...

was it really said?  To trust it seems more like a dare...

it has no spine...no living proof...why take the fatal chance?

 

As one's penmanship gives birth to the words...in infancy mere thoughts...

inside the caves of the mind they are birthed, their life truly begins...

spoken long ago, but not etched in stone, seemed as though deemed lost...

but as they are written, they are believed and create he thick skin...

 

The written word, sets you free...

the written word, makes you beleive...

the written word can be stood upon...

the written word will live on...

 

In closing, listen to the words that you hear, read and speak, do they edify?

do I wish to write them down and validate? even if they do make me cry?

give life to your words, take the time to read and write the spoken word...

the word that has the everlasting effect...and is your sword...

 

Johnny L. White Sr.

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Thoughts on thinkings...

Thoughts on thinkings...

 

I think to myself now and then...how did we arrive at this place?

the place where thoughts are contrived and even those that are birthed?

the thought that noone cares, is thoughtless...but do we think on our own?

or are these thinkings just as thoughtless as those who themselves are as such?

Let me think...

 

In the vortex of my mind...I thought I saw you...and you thought you saw me...

what were you thinking!?  Those were only your thoughts of your wantings...

What was I thinking!?   I sincerely thought you were thinking about me...

except for the fact that your thoughts were as thoughtful as mine...

 

at this moment...I think I chose to think of you, as I know you are thinking the same...

my only thought is this?  Please let her be as thoughful of me as I am of her...

and please let me be thoughtful of the fact that she may forget her thoughts...

but do not think that she is being thoughtless...as thoughts are only that...

thoughts...

 

Johnny L. White Sr.

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I walk alone...

I walk alone...

 

I walk a lonely road...the only one that I have ever known...

don't know where it goes...but it's only me and  I walk alone...

I walk this lonely street...on the boulevard of broken dreams...

where the city sleeps and I'm the only one and I walk alone...I walk alone, I walk alone...I walk alone...

 

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me...

my shallow heart's the only thing that's beating...

sometimes I wish someone up there will find me...

til then I walk alone...

 

I'm walking down the line...that divides me somewhere in my mind...

on the borderline of the edge and where I walk alone...

read between the lines...what's ***ked up and everything's alright...

check my vital signs and know I'm still alive and I walk alone...

I walk alone I walk alone...

 

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me...

my shallow heart's the only thing that's beating...

sometimes I wish someone up there will find me...

till then I walk alone...

 

I walk this empty street...on the boulevard of broken dreams...

where the city sleeps and I'm the only one and I walk alone...

 

Greenday

" I walk alone"

"American Idiot"

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Poem Entry...

Equitisential...

 

In retrospect...when hearts are broken, and sometimes, nary a word spoken...

the share of the wrongs do equally divide...no matter who is on your side...

for it rains on the just and unjust...because it is fair if you must...

 

The sun shines on the evil and the good...would you change this if you could?

equity you say?  Yes indeed it is...be humble and thankful for all of this...

edifying your character traits before you..."paras" means I'm beside you...

 

when realised it stuns the souls eyes...since that is whence it is realized...

each heart, each soul...each mind...has an infinite galaxic hole...

that once it is discovered volatile...it twas easy to fill all the while...

 

Johnny L. White Sr.

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Poem entry...

Had no Idea...

From afar, yet as close as a briskly walked distance...they pondered...

the turmoil had settled for one, yet had whirled into a frenzy for the other...

allowing circumstances, while taking chances, yet never finding the release...

always settling for the consequences of that disease...

 

That disease is lonliness, the synergy it robs you of is phenomenal...

yet the wallowing continues as we fight the very freedom we need!

until this day...

This day, came of it's own volition, 'twas not beckoned nor forced...

yet the sophmoric actions we displayed, could not be held back as we thought...

 

Thought optimistically of the forwardness of our actions...of our paths...our lives...

taking cautious steps towards the victory we deserve as children of the Most High God...

He means for our success, we do not procure it when it is ripe enough...

but tonight...I procured every moment that God allowed that Angel in my

sight...yet she knew it not...ah...but I feel she does know it, in her heart...

 

Johnny L. White Sr.

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