Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Half Way Home

Henry Pym held fast to his ideas regarding M theory and Quantum decoupling, a new twist he'd developed to explain non-local quantum interactions at the string level. Hank McCoy embattled for a moment and not on his usual ground of anthropology and hereditary ambulance had sought a common ground of understanding.

"Henry dammit. You've been down this road before. Don't you remember? My cure. Janet's cure?" McCoy looked one in question, his beast only partly there before Pym.

"We've been here before, Henry. Janet misses you dammit!"

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Happy Birthday

For all you've done and all you've bared,
For every time you said you cared,
Times you put me on my feet,
Kept my life's pursuits discreet.

I've not forgotten but I'm so far,
not even close to where you are.
I think about you so don't you fret,
You're in my heart, I don't forget.

Just stay strong just as you are,
Take this wish upon a star.
What you may want I cannot say,
This one's for you on your Birthday.

Happy Birthday

To family (I didn't forget) and friends (nor did I forget)

Brian Joseph Johns

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

An Ode To Thee

Knight Brether, Samurai Brether, Righteous Wolver Beast, There 'Pon Roland

I dropped to my knees in exhaustion, the foe vanquished as yet another, 
though I tried reason first and afore long while before it bore nought. 
The blade sank deep 'tween flesh and earth though only flesh yielded. 
I thanked my ancestors for the victory and asked forgiveness of his, 
though they hissed at my words and spat in my face. I still put flowers 
'pon their plot, and learnt of them and their ways, and spread their good 
throughout the land, and still they spat. They've forgotten whence from they 
came bore to the land if only to experience its' pleasures and rape those 
who've nought the strength nor numbers to resist them'n their wiles.

My blade cleened as my doth soul through seeth avenger kempt. 
Honour thy Gods as thou doest those who oppose thee, though they art in 
differ, as their haerts lay within those who wield their affection, and 
that makes us all the like and wirth thyne protection. Lover, loved, the 
enemy, the merciful and merciless, blade and mortality. They meet upon the 
field and their honour revealed therein upon hidden from us but whisdom.

That is why the moon sings and the blade is curved for it seeks and nought 
follows and those who follow its path know that it is truu. 

Love is mortal as is life. Death is perfect though only if the life from 
which it is drawn hath yielded to the pleasures of love, life, mercy and 
dawn as they all seek completion as doth life.

Upon drawing my blade, I knew he was complete and felt glory for his completion.

He'd learnt the way of the warrior yet yielded to the way of the dissolute, and 
taught them of others this way so that afore nought long the enemies of that whole 
were plentiful and strong and in the shield of as thyne would know to be wrought 
of those who'd sought life and found unlife infolds.

My blade speaks for his pain as it does his fraughtful lyearning. None are frea as 
those who yearn for it and act 'pon their yearning. My way is of the perfect and 
nought the mortal as death is only perfect upon the righteous and upholding of the way. 
The waye is perilous as is the path of a tainted bullet fraught with the imperfections 
of it's creator, as it ist barrel, chamber  and cylinder all. For it shoots with your 
haert and only shoots when it is perfect, as doth the blade fall to thyne end.

Brian Joseph Johns

Copyright Brian Joseph Johns 2013

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

A Quiet Sunset For Us And Wii (Twelve Years Layter)

I watched the sunrise quietly,
Up 'til noon and on til three.
Across the sky fold was it swept,
creeping gently while I wept.

When I'm alone I'm not afraid

Though you keep me in a cage
Poke me with your poking stick
Test me out. Measure my wit.

I'm alive, of that I'm sure.

You seem to need me for your cure.
Your boredom wrought from life unused,
my vigor for it you've pursued.

There are people who will steal,

your life and being, your free will.
When you let them, they will take,
everything you've let them break.

Defend it all with your love.
We're given gifts all from above.
How you see that is your take,
in the end it's us at stake.

Two are one and one are wii,

if this is truth though can it be?
A timeless voyage have I sojourned,
another bridge that I have burned?

A thief once did come to my life,

and took away by point of knife.
A love of illusion, an inner wealth,
my love of life, my mental health.

I told some people about this plight,

they turned and said "that's life".
And though no answers did I find,
the sun went down and I was blind.

It's all a market, don't waste your time,
with those who sell what's not their rhyme.
Their only audience lured by confusion,
The real magic is through art's illusion.

There's something that I need to ask you to share with me my friend.
You. And I won't forget your contact with me from way over there.
I miss you though I never really knew you.
I feel like it was yesterday, though my age did jump.

Brian Joseph Johns

Copyright 2002, 2013 Brian Joseph Johns

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Just This

Your eyes lead to struggle though it's nought a faulty find
for if you weren't trying I would say that you are blind
I've seen it before but its nought that you're unkind
It's just that false pretention leaves impression far behind

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