David Earl Johnson
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Writing
~ Love is Blind? ~
love is blind? could this truly be? does not real love flourish in spite of because of all it does see? As a little wing owned by butterfly or bee, flies by the acient tr…
~ Preamble ~
Ahh! Love will ramble, wandering in and out. Hearts caught, torn, trapped, on thorn and bramble. All for what and for naught; with lusty look across horizons, nothi…
~ All ~
In the algebra of the universe / we dance / organic rythyms / a place not far or near / a place not there nor here / a place undefined / yet brilliantly clear / a place we call / ALL / we shall meet …
~ Poem of Thanksgiving ~
A Poem of Thanksgiving Give Thanks each morn, / In Your special way. / Know You are reborn; / a Wonderfilled New Day! There are in All Ways, / Thanks to be Given. / So begin All Your Days, / W…







