"DREAMING"

Hoping of a day when my pains go away
I can look up to the sky and see a sunny day
I must be dreaming.
Is this really how it is?
Is this the good life to live?
Am I really focusing hard or...
Am I stuck on this broken heart boulevard?
I must be dreaming.

"Mirrage"

O' Lord, my Lord, this heart is forsaken.

The beats, they wonder, with each breath taken.

My mind is lost in a trans of thought.

And I see an image that is not sought.

What are they, you ask, these things in my mind.

Simply a mere image of a refuge lost in time.

"Breaking Point"

Breaking away from the every day is how most like to run and play but this is something I must say; I can't even think about breaking away.

"Lonely"
I'm at the end of a lonely dark road, there's nothing on either side.
I scream and run in search or safety, a friend or even a place to hide.
I'm panting in anxiety, depressed and afraid of what time can only deface.
But what will I find when light is devine and I wake up to never leave this place.

thank you. I'm glad to be back. How have you all been? I brought some poetry that will hopefully open eyes to see the pain we so called christians put people through. As well as a farewell love type. I hope you all enjoy them.

yes I am back. and as you can see I have some new poetry.

"Hypicritical Christian"

So... So as I wine and dine through a
Divine time in search of a love that the
Physical man never will find...
I... I drop to my knees with my hands raised high
Asking the Lord please just... Just hear me this
One last time and I... Never again will I ask
Anything of Him knowing deep inside it just a white
Lie. How... How can I try to decieve the one who
Knows all and still raise my chin up and stand tall,
When at any moment He can leg sweep me and
Down, down, down... Down I fall and while telling
This lyrical, deceptive, bold and perceptive, demeaning White lie I find myself back on my knees pleaing just
One more time for... For a love, that love, this love that The physical man never will find.

"Undertaker"

Its so hip-hopical to study this topical verse on this tropical island where kids Can grow up to be whatever they wanna be... A doctor or lawyer or maybe Study psychology but instead they see and admire what's on the tv...
The violence in the gangs and the shooting up through the veins like an I.V.
Where do we stand as the parents as the man who shows concern but yet
We still understand how this place... Land of the free, home of the brave Can help our youth to dig their own grave.

"When Love is True"

If Love is Love when Love is true,
Why can't Love let me forget about you?
If Love is gone when Love has past,
Why does this Love forever last?
If Love is done when Love is Through,
Why does Love remind me of you?
If Love is Love when Love was here,
Why didn't Love keep you near?
If Love is not a feeling, but instead an ability,
Why does Love take such great agility?
So if Love is Love when Love is true,
Does Love explain why I still Love you.


By Brian Johnson

no problem. I'm glad you all like them.

no problem. I'm glad you all like them.

I work in Western Oklahoma between El Reno and Weatherford just off I40 on highway 281. A small town.

Hi community. Its been a while but yes I'm back. I have three weeks left of police acadamy and I will be an official officer in the state of Oklahoma. I wrote a couple new poems while being away and I posted them on here. I would really appreciate it if you all would check them out and tell me what you think. Well hope to hear from you soon.

Your's Truly,
Brian "Dat Boi" Johnson

A Hug Certificate for You!

If I could catch a rainbow


I would do it just for you


And share with you its beauty


On the days you're feeling blue.


If I could build a mountain


You could call your very own;


A place to find serenity,


A place to be alone.


If I could take your troubles


I would toss them in the sea,


But all these things I'm finding


Are impossible for me.


I cannot build a mountain


Or catch a rainbow fair,


But let me be what I know best,


A friend who's always there.


This is a Hug Certificate!!

Enraged Entrapment

Life... Trapped in a space so quiet and all alone.
The thought of being left in this place has no baring.
The thought of being taken from this place before my life begins has more than one meaning.
The trouble I've caused before my life even begins is more than I can bare.
The seperation of a family due to my very existance is overwhelming.
The joy I bring compared to the sorrow within is sufficously out numbered.
I am enraged.
I am trapped in a body that does not want me.
Does she want me.
Am I important to her.
I'm not the only one she has to think of.
Am I selfish already?
Who will fight for me?
Who could I grow up to be?
Will I have a chance to grow?
Who am I?
Who would I be?
But most important, What am I?
I am me.
I am enraged in entrapment.

By Brian Johnson

"Lost Love"

A heart that will forever be your's
and a love that heals all sores.
A song in your heart that is
full of joy and a man that will
help raise your little boy.
This is a poem that is short and
sweet but hopefully you will
remember when you find the
soulmate your heart truly seeks.
I wish you the best until the
end of time and that the next
guy's heart and your's truly combine.

By Brian Johnson

Thank you all. And I intend on having fun. One of my first trainers is a DT Instructor at the acadamy I'm going to so I expect him to pick on me alot.

So I'm going off to police accadamy and will be gone til March. But I just wanted to say to everyone who befriended me and read my poems and just talked to me... Thank you and please keep me in your prayers.

Brian Johnson

Okay I will keep that in mind Txs. Thanks alot.

Well thank you LAMOM. It is so nice to have my words touch so many.

Txs I could not find your poem.

Hollie I love critism. How can I grow better and give people what they like if I don't accept how they feel. I am glad you like my poetry. And thank you.

When I wrote that poem, I was going through a really rough time. I was a cutter back then and could never really kill myself I only liked the pain. The entire poem was just a thought. My family was torn apart due to drugs and alcohol. And I was and still am the main strand of glue holding the family together. Well not the main because if it were not for God I wouldn't be able to do it. But I have come a long way and felt encouraged to share with others. So Txsgal, I am glad this touched you. And to anyone else that reads any of these poems I hope they have the same impact on you as they did myself and Txsgal. And I encourage everyone that is going through and has been through a rough time in their life to reach out and ask for help or tell your story in hopes of helping another. Thank you. Brian Johnson

Thank You Txs, that means alot to me. And I'm glad you still have your son with you. May God bless you and your family.