Brian Johnston Poems

Digital Creationism
(Man 0, God 1)

Part 1: Binary God
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Christian's are fond of saying 'God loves me'
And ‘we' know that this sounds egotistical ,
But it's not our claim that we're loved more than you,
Our reasons for faith truly mystical.
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Like cyclops (with one eye) , like octopus (arms that encompass) ,
the wound of lost elm limb (a bull's eye to witness home playground) ,
stares down what would harm me, the sun's rays that burn! Trunk's strong branches
and leaves put a lid on skys' depths like a beach binds an ocean.
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My last breath is coming and might soon arrive
though I don't know the day or the hour of its birth.
It's a marriage some dread and for others, life's bread,
or deep drink from the well that some dream ends all thirst,
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On the Loss of a Friend (Who Still Lives!)

Though it happens quite seldom, a friendship can wither and die
on the vine that we may not see coming, and pain smokes a peace
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If God stinks like red herring and our souls do not exist,
if every star's an ember that will only burn awhile,
if ‘Big Bang' falls back on itself, reflects to make a point:
are Redwoods nothing but a weed that's past the awkward stage?
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What a delight to realize,
While on my way to Leningrad,
You've given me my first 'White Night' -
A day stretched out before my eyes,
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The ride to the country is uneventful
Except that I feel a little like
A man riding inside a cannon ball.
Yuliya's father Igor drives
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It is difficult -
Waiting for a letter from you,
Going to the mailbox,
Each day,
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First lightning, then moon calm mingles
with her lights, glistens from the fingers
of salt water, as if jewels rested there;
Jewels (untouched by velvet display)
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