Walking away from the light I sit here in the dark cold shadow, my bones rattle at the awful thought of entering the light. Something so bright and wonderful turns to something gloomy and wicked. The people so full of hatred and spite. Where is the love and friendship we all desire to have? No more good laughs are spread, only tears are shed. Too much blood is spilled, too many people are killed. Your debts
Ashley Johnson
will build when your time has come. Don’t run, for he knows, hears, and sees all. He’s the Alpha and the Omega, who is, who was, and who is to come.
Ashley Johnson
Men Where are the good men these days? Outside smoking that haze. Getting lock-up left and right—hope those cheeks are closed-up tight. On the corner selling drugs, maybe stealing antique rugs. In a shelter, broke with no money, scouting for some honey to bang, getting cut-up cause they sang to the cops. Up in the PJ’s smoking them white rocks. Men’s hard-earned pay is easily spent at a hotel. Being a trick getting some head from some white chick on the bed. Living at your Mama’s house at 30 years old, living that easy-life road. Good men are hard to find—a man with a state of mind.
Ashley Johnson
