Poetic Reflections
By: Ian Johnston  2010
“Dream” Take a dream, Make it real, 5 cards high, Time to deal. Place your bets, The money’s hot! Is it to be? Or, is it not? Dream the dream, Dreams are free. Now make that dream, For ALL to see! Ian Johnston 2009
“Leap” Take a leap, A leap of faith, Don’t look down, Look up, look straight. Bite the bullet, And take the plunge. Move forward, With a mighty lunge! The truth, THE TRUTH, Will, set you free! The light of day, You will see! Look up, and smile, The world is yours, Step forward And open life’s doors! I. Johnston 2010
“End” Rainbows of solitude, Vibrant and warm. Cascades of colour, The sunshine of dawn. Spectrums of sounds, Echo’s of laughter drown. Senseless disturbance of voices, Images, lollipop shapes around. Faceless people, Slinking in the dark. Murmurs and mumbles, No sentence one part. A wrong world, a trap, an illusion Not real, not right, Escape the seclusion Escape the fight, Freedom…is in the light! It beckons, It sings, It pleads to the soul, Divided the spirit reaps, Its bell rings, A death toll. Ian Johnston2009
“Passion Of Life” Live ones life a passion growth, The prince of fortune, Thy doth betroth. Fever of heart throb, In silence beats. Love, the torture, In soul defeats. The rapture of moment, Caught, in desire. Flows, surrenders, In lust of fire. Random breath a migrant path Lullaby songs, Sweat tender laughs. A heavy heart sings long, alone, Echo’s satisfaction, contentment, Of home. Magic of fantasy, defiant of faith, Mind travels freely in other space. Body and soul released from shrine, A journey delivered in a moment of time. Live, live, live for the passion, The passion of life. The moment is now, not how or why. Live for the passion, LIFE! Don’t let that die! Ian Johnston2009
“Falling” Falling, Falling, But no place to land! Falling, Falling, I stretch out my hand! Falling, Falling, Will I hit the ground? Falling, Falling, I yell - But no sound! Falling, Falling, In silence I go, Falling, Falling, Will this end?… Really?… I don’t know!
I Johnston 2009
“To Believe” Don’t believe everything, That is said, Too much information, Burrows deep, In ones head. Listen to what, You feel is right. Allow your mind, A clear sight! Don’t dwell on things, That weigh you down. It causes pain, And makes one frown. Go with your heart, On what YOU see. The things you have learnt Will be good, To you, YOU will see!
I. Johnston 2010
“Gone” Thistles brown, tinder dry Horizon scattered to a fry. Sweat of sorrow, Withers down. Thick, a droplet forms, Upon ones crown. Air hot, Can not breathe Tired and weak, Crumbles to ones knees. Face down, Mouth parched. Shallow vision, Back arched. Numbness developed, An inner peace. Heart beat sounds, Begin to cease. Darkness falls, In mid-day sky, Creatures of habit, Lay, to die. Glassed vision, No image seen, Life!… Now forgotten. What was….Has been!
I. Johnston 2010
“The Kill” Winters breath in the air, Cold chill, Dark nights, Beware! Creatures restless, For food, They seek Hunting - silent, They prey the weak. Blood thirsts, Warms their taste, Another creature, Amidst the haste. Scavengers, around the dying beast, Eye’s glowing, Teeth gnashing, as they feast. Silence fills the night, Chilling, Cold, Dark… no creatures in sight.
I,Johnston 2010
“Crumbled” Laying silent, Curled up tight. Numbness emotions, An unseen fright. Body feels old, Like, rusted and worn, A feeling of darkness, Like a winter storm. Tired, Dreary, Eye’s half shut, Churning, churning Tight ball in my gut. I. Johnston 2010
“Taken” Head feels tight, There’s no escape, Own conclusion. Mind - been raped! Blurred visions, Echo’s from past. Heart beat thunders, Will it last? Twisting, turning Hurricane winds. Passion of thoughts, Guilty - A sin! Sounds around Diminish in depth, Gurgles and murmurs, A last gasping breath. Half sleeping, Half waking, Caught! In-between. There is something? Around that corner… Something, Unseen?
I. Johnston 2010
“Belonging” What is that, That slithers in my mind? What is that thing, That hides? …Behind. A shape that hides to the left, To the right. It stays at a distance, Just out of sight. It’s not evil nor horrid, But confused and alone, It is part of me, But has no home. I cry for it’s sadness, To come out, Not be shy. I don’t want it to be lonely, I don’t want it to die. It’s has been trapped, In silence, For time, too long. It is that part of me, That wants to belong.
I. Johnston 2010