If a man lost compassion,

He soon loses heart.

And if then no heart,

His soul ventures too.


Beyond broken fences into darkened fields,

Atop worlds in turmoil aside plans now sealed

His spirit soon leaves,

Then truth is revealed.


This man who sought riches,

And dragons did slay,

Descends into pits,

Hidden away.


Where gnashing of teeth and thirst burns unquenched,

While punishments sanctioned are squandered and spent.

His soul pleads forgiveness and screams in real fear,

As chamber doors seal firm and brass locks adhere.


The deep dust and grey soot somewhere from his past,

Flows swift streams of lost deeds, false covenants cast.


Uncovered tin schillings without worth he seeks,

His soul’s crushed salvation and body now weak,

As disarmed bleak spirits are thrown into vats,      

Which siphons his present then shackles his past.


And once those great iron gates, moored heavy and strong,

Bury lost souls beneath Satan’s throne.

This pit which we spoke of, is oh yes so real,

And once life’s grand doors close,

His sins lost are sealed.

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Johnny Johnston
Johnny Johnstonhttp://www.blufengr-art.com/
An artist/writer as well as graduate of the University of South Carolina with degrees in journalism/20th Century American Literature, and retired senior executive of several international hotel/resort corporations, Johnny is the product of the south having been raised in the ever-changing transient lifestyle of a Carolina coastal resort. A point where he discovered, within his 300-year-old heritage and the world's dramatic social/cultural shifts during the late '60s to early 80’s an ambitious hunger and overwhelming curiosity to touch, see and become a participant in the virtually unlimited possibilities offered to those who wish for and seek life experiences. A journey which when hearing its details initially makes one a bit skeptical, questioning its validity as it is hard to imagine that incidents such as these may have crossed one man’s lifetime. This is the fodder required to step into zones exposing one's personal inner self, which many of his paintings and the words he writes do, openly. An ability to see and hear the tragic, beautiful, accomplished, exciting journey in a life free of inhibitions allowing others the opportunity to live vicariously and become, through his works, a part of its future. His larger works which have been featured in several Colorado and Fredericksburg Texas galleries and resorts have produced a number of collectors and fans. However, over the years, his paintings are mostly viewed by friends, enthusiastic new artist encountered on the streets or a small number of acquaintances he meets when dining in local cafés with his wife.


      • I’m not sure how Dennis would address it but something that might help readers would be the writers intention, description and meaning of what he/she is writing about in their poems. Simply a writers notes regarding a particular work. When at the University I spent one entire semester attending a class that dissected T.S. Elliotts Wasteland and it was an amazing experience. The reason I say this is because many times I feel people read my works and only hear pretty words that flow and don’t really grasp the meaning of the work.

  1. Johnny, there isn’t a whole lot more I can say about your poems other than you are brilliant, talented and gifted poet/writer. Each pome you write has its own distinct character (a John Denver term) that paints crystal clear images that are bursting with color. Thank you, Johnny! By the way, have you read anything by that Larry Tyler fellow? Some say he is a pretty good writer. Perhaps one day you should try to meet him. LOL!