John McKinley Pride Jr. Poetry & Art

“The Lost” We feel lost I feel lost To be lost To never be found To be loved To never be found To never be loved To never be loved by another Confessors of the heart To feel blood flow freely again The lost feel nothing? The lost are lost cause they feel nothing? Am I a fool? If there be a heart beat in the lost; then they surely feel and if they feel; we can find them again; find them again with in the walls of a broken heart. Reaching out our hands saying we can love again. By John McKinley Pride Jr 12/30/10

"To My Only" To my only friend, to my love; you are true to me; as I am a lie to you. You are all to me, where I am only half to you and you are my day as I am your night. You are the sunlight so warm and grand; I am the moon light no feeling at all, cold and bland. You are my everything, my float, my rock and my heart when I need it. You are my rainbow so full of color and delight, to where I am a black and white T.V. that never seems to change. Yes, you are my life support and my crutch when I need some one to lean on. You are every beat of my heart; with out you I cannot even breath or think; life would be oh, such a bore without my beautiful wife who helps me soar. By John McKinley Pride Jr