I walked out.


I hid.

Told to wait,
But ran instead,
Never settled,
I’d always fled.

In today’s shadows cast,
Blind in youth my fate soon past,
In lost moments now seared and slain,
I now hear life,
See rushing sands and withered trees high upon dry plains.

Tasted pleasure and in time found fear,
Too much,
Too soon, too new,
So far, so near.

Was once loved,
But never knew.

Loved myself,
But never you.

We are who,
To judge a heart,
From down deep within the midnight dark,
Ourselves in covered ash we sit,
Looking into life’s open pit.

We soon depart,
In search of our faith,
So deeply cast our final fate,
And windows dressed,
We stand quite bare,
For all to see how lost,
How scared.

There’s nothing simply cast in stones or etched in the book of life,
Which showers man in gold and love his crown adorned in sinful light,

Not one last moment,
Squandered quick,
Lost or left alone,
No time to turn from this last breath,
It’s now a pathway home.

As deep dark questions fill small minds,
Of whether God was yours,

Or mine?

For as you’ll find I hope not late,
That love isn’t left to a tinker’s fate,
For if it were, you’ll soon regret,
The journeys quest and darkness met.

While windows in His place they dwell,
In mansions high upon the hill,
The sacred heart now pierced but blessed,
Where dreams and fears now casts, He rests,
And love in whispers soothing sigh,
A bright white dove in morning flight.

Beaches swept in winds which change,
Trades from here to far off plains,
Whisper too so no one knows,
Hidden dreams in words still cold.

A storied life once I lived,
Though small in untold truth,
Winters gone and spring draws near,
Another frost and summer’s here.

Distant places in lands unknown,
I sought the Word and His true throne.
Never was and never saw,
That His short life,
Remastered all.

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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.
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Joel Elveson

Such beautiful and powerfully beautiful words. I love your poetry along with your poetic style.


An amazing journey written with choice words makes us wonder if our journey is familiar Your brother in Ink.Larry

Len Bernat

Johnny – must echo Joel’s sentiment – I love your poetry. This was really powerful – an expression of your heart in words of beauty. Amazing- thanks for sharing your deep thoughts and feelings.

Nancy Temple Floyd
Nancy Temple Floyd

Very powerful and succinct. You found words for the impatience of youth, search and realization of the Grace of God. Lovely.