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The Human Touch: a poem by John McKinley Pride Jr

"The Human Touch"

(this was just on a whim a thought)

WE ARE SLAVES TO IT ALL...WE MISS THE HUMAN TOUCH AND DON'T EVEN KNOW IT.

WE MISS LOVE WHEN IT IS IN FRONT OF US AND WE MISS FRIENDSHIP WHEN IT STANDS NEXT TO US.

WE MISS THE HUMAN TOUCH AND IT IS WHAT WE NEED THE MOST.

TO HOLD,TO HUG,TO KISS,TO LOVE, TO DREAM OUR DREAMS AND TO OWN OUR DREAMS.

WE MISS IT ALL AS IT PASSES US BY, AS IT STANDS IN FRONT OF US AND WE ASK OUR SELVES WHY?

WE HAVE LOST THE HUMAN TOUCH THAT ONCE MEANT SO MUCH.

I AM A SLAVE TO IT ALL i CAN NOT LIE.

I HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH WHAT IS NOT REAL; THAT THING THAT CAN NOT FEEL.

A COMPUTER LOVE BREAK DOWN A HUMAN EMOTION LET DOWN AND IT ALL SEEMS SO REAL.

IT FEELS LIKE IT FILLS THE VOID IN US THAT WE ALL HAVE INSIDE.

TO FEEL LIKE YOUR PART OF SOMETHING THAT IS NOT THERE LIKE THE NUMBERS ON A BANK TELLERS COMPUTER IT'S NOT ALL REALLY THERE.

WE HAVE LOST THE HUMAN TOUCH THAT THING THAT AT ONE TIME MEANT SO MUCH.

By John McKinley Pride Jr.
©3/29/12

Ramming Stone: a poem by John McKinley Pride Jr

(Yes I put this poem together while listening to RAMMSTEIN, I do not always do creepy poems like this but at times I try to switch things up a bit, so sorry for being creepy in this one.)


"Ramming Stone"

The clash of metal

Fire red inferno

The low growl and moan; a hunger unknown

In the bellowing gut of a call so deep it turns men into sheep herds them to their death seventy at a time.

Seep, seep, seep, into your mind you will fall asleep in time.

An earwig fluttering in your head

You will fall from your scarlet sky

Crash into flames never knowing why

What went wrong?

Did you hear your mother whisper to you why she abandoned you?

What went wrong?

What went wrong?

why so sad?

Why so serious?

I want this to go away; I want this to be removed from my head with a knife even if it bleeds me dry.

What's wrong children did you hear the truth for the first time?

Did it land you down in a bed of gravel?

Did it rub you raw till you felt no more?

The clash of metal, fire fed inferno

A growl and a moan,…

When the Sun Explodes: a poem by John McKinley Pride Jr

(I got the idea for this poem from my oldest son, this was just some of the many questions he was asking me. To think all this from watching one TV show about how the sun will someday explode and will it.)


"When the Sun Explodes"

will I be there when the sun explodes?

Will I see the sun unfold?

will I see scattering rays of white and yellow?

Will I watch it unfold into prisms of gold and amazing colors?

This surely will be a most beautiful death in my mind.

I think there will be no time for pain or suffering.

just a solid brazing light to take us away; when the sun explodes will we hear?

Will we hear anything at all?

will the planets act like dominoes and fall into one another?

Will I be there when the sun explodes?

By John McKinley Pride Jr
11/1/11

knives and tire tracks: a poem by John McKinley Pride Jr

"knives and tire tracks"

I want to give my violence a face

I want to look inside my heart for the lion

I want to give my violence volume and fill up the space where my spine is missing

I want to give my violence balance and out weigh my fears

sometimes my violence puts me in a trance tired of standing on the fence

I sleep in a fighters stance with my back to the wall

don't give those around you the chance to put the knives any deeper

don't let them twist their blades and run you through

stand up and be you

true we all fall short and it does not mean we just lay down and die

It does not mean we go down without fighting

I know I will die trying to keep the undertaker's hammer away from the nails

don't be the one who puts me in the ground or I will come back and hunt you down

not even six feet of ground can keep me down

by John McKinley Pride Jr
2/26/12