John McKinley Pride Jr. Poetry & Art

When I saw you; you blinded my eyes with beauty just by the near sight of you. All this time I wish I could spend with you; but I never have time for our love. Forgive me for what I’ve become your all I want in life; true to me, true to the touch and never able to see the beauty of our love. You’re like the sky; you’re like the moon to me always there but to far away to hold. I still have the taste of your lips on my mind from our last kiss and it’s the only thing that keeps me going. It just seems like things have all just gone wrong until you sing me to sleep with a beautiful song. By John McKinley Pride Jr. 9/12/08

Back to the hustle; to this man made concrete heaven soon to be its own country of over populated life styles. Self centered rights the voice for some that think they are lost and get trapped in its grasp of an oasis of feeling like they really belong only to find out that they are been scammed. They have been led to the slaughter of self indulgence and if there was a hell in this country then this is truly from north to south. Travel all you want you wont find happiness; be you the victor or the failure it’s all in the same book from back to front take your time it won’t change. Enjoy it all but hope there is no end and if there is I am sure it will not be pretty. By John McKinley Pride Jr 11/27/06

It’s this dream we all have that every one loves us all. Yet like the truth seeping through your submerged shelled life it drowns you. You find out they have been trying to sink you for years. “Now you’re not going to be pushed around any more” (You say to your self, with full confidence) But they can smell your fear like the hounds from hell they prey on you. If you just sit there what do they have to fear? Nothing at all, in less you make it clear that you wont be the clown in there private circus anymore. By John M. Pride Jr. 6/6/07

Well love them or dislike them we must some how deal with critics all through life from friends to family, from coworkers to bosses, from classmates to teachers and from neighbors to just the simple passer by. Well if you do anything that is set into the public’s eye or put it up on the “World Wide Web” then you know that people are going to love you or dislike you and friends nothing has changed when it comes to critics. Point been every body is a critic and a plethora of knowledge when it comes to your work. So be it flowers or tomatoes get ready cause the love you have for the work you do will be tested whether you like it or not. From Shakespeare to Pollock they have all been criticized for there work that they do. Some loved them and some hated them or were just plain jealous for the talents they possessed. One critic went as far as to say that Pollock’s work resembled burnt macaroni on canvas and some critics have gone far enough to say the Shakespeare did not write all of his pl

I look down the street and all I see is the end. I'll run until I get there; I hope I get there soon and I'll run to the end. I'll pass up everything that is important; the end that is were I'm running to until the end swallows me whole. I know it is coming and I can never see it. Yes; the end is where I would like to go and the end is where I belong. Drawling me near and keeping me panicked at the end. At the end is where we all will go. So, you say to me that I must face my fears and embrace theme if I am to fear theme no longer. To become my fears and know that I am stronger; to win this race and no longer walk amongst the fences of doubt that others have put before me. Yes, you ask me if I still have my senses. I tell you yes, because I know where I am going in the end. Way past this street named doubt that you have paved in front of me. Way past the limits that you have branded me with. Way past all those who have doubted who I could become. Well I say let the do

The loneliness behind you, the sadness in front of you and your face hangs low till you win again. How many win and how many lose, if I was there and you were here, would it make a difference if conscience were here. Behind your eyes you dream of sunrise and broad skies, but was it you that was missing, or was it I, that could not say a thing, or was I the one that was missing too. I don’t really know, you slowly look down at me as you lay your cards down, you win again. Its one out of a thousand ways to see your on top again and I’ll just lay down my cards of fate, slowly turn away from the table knowing, I lost again. By John McKinley Pride Jr. 8/6/’02

Posted on PoetsPages.com as well on 1/6/11 Well first off I would like to say thank you to who ever reads my blog or even shows any interest in it. It is truly humbling and an honor to have any one looking at my work or even my blog; Thank you so much. I’m in a bit of a slump right now with my poetry and need to have a piece done by Saturday for a friend of mine. So; I thought this would be a good thing to blog about since I’m sure we all go through these from time to time and maybe this might help me in the process so lets do this. Ok you have this idea, well you kind of have this idea and well there went that idea and yep now that idea is completely gone forever some where in that forbidden zone called “The Writers Block” DUN-DUN-DDAAAAAA!! Staring, you guised it; YOU! How many times have you been in a funk to where you just can not seem to kick the block head syndrome? You try every thing and for some odd reason you cant get the creative juices flowing. We as writers tend to get i

More space in my open place See this face it’s not mine; behind this all is where I hide. Got to take it slow, run with the flow Feel the clutch in my head and a hand of fear until I let it go. Some rage in my eyes, but love in my heart this time is blind; just take it slow and let it go. But what if I feel it? Where do I go with this monkey on my back? I can’t find it; the space or the place that my emotions want to hold so tight. More space in my open place; this face is not mine. Got to take it slow and just let it all go. By John M. Pride Jr 6/18/97

The tide will take me away, far out into the sea of all my problems. Leaving me stranded like a man with one arm swimming in circles, I can’t find my way. Lost in a labyrinth of liquid ready to submerge me in a deep darkness, only one last breath to breathe, the weight of the sea is crushing my soul. It has finally taking its toll, swimming in sadness, lost in the unknown, powerless and defenseless against what I have known. Sinking slowly; but surly; as time sneaks up and takes my will; it’s my life it will steal. My heart is silent, my skin is pastel, my lips an arctic blue, and my eyes shut never to open again. My body floating in perpetuity; my spirit free to soar to the sky, to live, not to die. By John McKinley Pride Jr. 3/26/’96

We lead a life of a caterpillar, not knowing that it is not our real life to be forever. To shed this shell that holds the soul so dear not wanting to let go of the life it holds; it will always be clear this body is not forever. Though I learn to crawl then walk and run with mirth upon my face as a child; though I learn to love and think as a youth it’s clear that this is not my true existence to be. Soon this shell that is fleshly tempted will grow old and fade away; my heart will burn like a radiance never seen. To be free at last and to rest forever in the love that will never lose color in whom I am to be in the end. By John McKinley Pride Jr. 2/21/99 10:25PM

"If You're Head Should Explode" For these are the days we see, in blue white lights of tattered silver steeds and dead men talking. Upon the sea, across this desert night this fire burns for you; yet you can not hear the flames of my lust rising. Take forth your own youth and your own broken heart and let it lie still for what you know of love will never reach you. Still the clouds may stay in your eyes, like a painting in Mozart’s dreams of old times, they have shattered as I dream of new blood like youth lost in the pictures of our past. Gray has become a friend of mine and a two wheeled steed glides me to my place of rest. By John McKinley Pride Jr. 4/12/97