Likewise asked
A horn of plenty
A jaundiced look for facts
A storied gift, to overwhelm the method of rendering

Gaiety
And universal aplomb
For a rights spontaneity
Is courage ours, for what was first and them?

Today we see the truth
Immediate course to a pleasing craft
Taken as a true believer, the pace of couth
Is a willing host, the common curiosity to keep, hath?

Ready to acknowledge
A learned simplicity, in the heed of intellect
Is a waiting garden of composure, a deeds wage
Has sat and noticed the coming liberty we reflect

Speed to interim, the tale of beloved gains
Of resolve, to redress the stead we knew, is merit
The very voice of needful vanity, as it reigns
Is ours for a weight of the world, and its unique wit?

Shyness redeemed:
Asking livid wishes of a smile, that seldom due
With particularity, a coping whim
That has seen the guidance of knowledge as it was, worthier love

Welcome to spring!
Season of love and liveliness
Occasion of novel beginnings
And opportunities

In this realm of joy
Trees charmingly give birth
To new baby leaves
Flowers blossom
Spreading their sweet aroma
In the air
Rainbow shows up with a smile
Romanticizing the earth

Butterflies exquisitely
Waver everywhere
Birds sing along
Building their nest
Fireflies appear
As Tinker Bells
Rabbits run around
With jubilation
Chipmunks dance
With gratification

This is the time
When nature writes
Its own poetry
In a beautiful form

I’m gone.

Cured in an alley.
Forgotten by the walls.
Greeted by neon hands.
Seared into the corners.
The ash dances like whirlwinds.
Meeting every beat to an azure strum.
And a calm kiss under the clear night.



Garrett Johnson.

Seep upon the illusion of vanity,
As your true morality contested.

While all things fall asunder,
None reach perfect atonement.

Such struggle is but divinity of being human,
The tested fallacy in full glory.

In those imperfection lies heart of human kind,
And ridged expectation flow with the wind,
For all things do come to an end.

That precious moments define us,
And our flaws prescribe to center of universe,
For night sky are basked by infinite wisdom.

All things are illumination of life,
And there are no regrets,
But lost ether alone amongst the serenity of celestial plane.

Hypnotic music, joyous sounds surround
The fans, all entranced by the performers.
The drummer happily bashes and pounds
Everything he sees shaped like cylinders.

The hi-hat steadily keeps the rhythm,
The bass drum makes a thud, quite powerful.
The crowd can't help but nod along with him
As he makes these beats so insatiable.

The cymbals create such fearful crashes,
And his finely tuned snare shoots roaring pops
Hurtling towards the off-guard masses,
This manic madness just can't seem to stop!

What exactly does he have left to prove?
He simply wants to see everyone *groove!

it is a post-human resistance to still-born meat,
the floccinaucinihilipilification of the catholic retreat;
another God disguised to look like me.