Ph: Love: Halcyon Days! - Even More Cogent! Poem by Brian Johnston
Ph: Love: Halcyon Days! - Even More Cogent!
I do not seek your enmity
but think I'm grateful we're not friends
although we were for many years.
Let half the nation say adieu,
There's nothing left for me to do!
I won't lean toward false gravity,
defame my truth, praise your loose ends.
I humbly thank you for your part
in leaving me (with Judas kiss?) ,
but sad to know that you're so clear
my dreams aren't dreams you care to hear.
Still, swear to God, I'll view your art
though pyrites salt Trump's mine's abyss.
I don't seek win; I wish your gain,
salvation's peace, not scammer's pact.
My faith's Grace saves all fools who fall
though sinners dream their truth fits all
(their desperation sources pain.)
Pray words don't harm, God's Grace, a fact!
Brian Johnston
25th of October in 2020
Part 2: My poem is in fact a witness to my ongoing love for you, my friend, but you seem to hate both my poems and my politics. Love Trump if you must. I do not hate him or you, just the misery that flows from his arrogance and your apparant pain! I have never been angry at you and refuse to divorce my " Truth, " my joy, when it differs from yours! Be blessed in this world and the next. That's my prayer!
" I'm grateful we're not friends" I suspected as much. All of your painful and cruel joking through the years were sourced from something deep within you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Part 1: To " my sad friend" I think your suspicion is a kind of self-deception because you cannot dictate my feelings to be more accommodating to yours, my friend. That makes me sad indeed for I do value you as a person, repentant or not. I take no joy at all in the loss of your friendship. My gratitude, such as it is, is that your inability to forgive perceived " my faults" releases me from my pursuit of reconciliation.