
Carl Martin Johnson
Poet, Author, Slayer of Dragons
© Carl Martin Johnson, All rights reserved
WHEN I WAKE I WILL BE NEW
By Carl Martin Johnson
When I wake I will be new.
Life will begin again.
Only one thing will be true:
Great happiness I’ll win.
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THE SOUL INSIDE ME
By Carl Martin Johnson
Inside I feel the rumbling,
The soul straining to be free.
Round and round it’s tumbling,
Hungry for eternity.
In this corpse incubating,
Longing for rebirth.
I must endure the waiting
While learning here on earth.
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I SEE YOU IN THE DAWN
By Carl Martin Johnson
I will see you in the dawn.
You will not go away.
Our love will carry on,
Though your body cannot stay.
Our spirits are united.
That love will endure.
What mortal passion has united,
Remains immortal pure.
Wait for me where you are,
In God’s special lovers’ place.
We will dwell on a bright star
In eternal soul embrace.
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THE MOB
By Carl Martin Johnson
Rumbling like a hungry beast,
Sea of maws open cruel,
Slavering, yearning for the feast,
Blood lust the Devil’s fuel.
Faces that once had smiled
Now torn with hateful rage.
Eyes and mouths spread wild
Like tigers in a cage.
Soon this horde will burn,
Ravage, beat and kill.
A single man may learn
But this swarm needs a thrill.
Apart they will feel shame
When the vandalism’s done.
It is the mob they blame.
But they all sinned as one
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YOU ARE KIN
By Carl Martin Johnson
We are soul kin, you and I.
We share this time on earth.
True, not the day we die,
Or the moment of our birth.
But, the air that you exhale
Likely I’ll breathe in.
We don’t walk the same life trail,
Though I may step where you’ve been.
All humans are related,
Those here after and before.
But you and I were fated
To be united a little more.
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HIDING WORDS
By Carl Martin Johnson
Tonight the words are hiding.
They are tired of my abuse.
All my begging and my chiding
Proved to be of little use.
After they have slept
I pray they come to play.
If they see how I have wept,
They may even stay.
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I DON'T THINK I'LL DIE
By Carl Martin Johnson
I don’t think I’ll die.
It doesn’t sound inviting.
So I’ll live forever, at least try.
Though death might help my writing.
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DEMON GALE
By Carl Martin Johnson
Blow hard, Demon Gale.
Dislodge me if you can.
Against my strength you’ll fail.
You have met your match in Man.
You cannot loose my stand.
My feet are firmly planted.
I have at my command
The will that God has granted.
So, foul wind do your best.
Here I shall remain.
I can withstand your test.
Rage your gusts in vain.
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THE WHALER
By Carl Martin Johnson
Gray green in the ocean mist
The weathered hull emerged.
The vessel seemed by demons kissed,
From all God’s graces purged.
Her spreads of canvas tattered now
Where once billowed full white sails.
No one could imagine how
She once chased great whales.
On her deck a ghost crew stood,
Vacant eyes looking out to sea.
All their souls were gone for good.
All damned for eternity.
From the yardarm the captain hung.
His hat firm on his head.
He could not hear the watch bell rung.
His soul had long been dead.
The still ocean began churning,
And the huge black monster breached.
Eyes bright red coals burning.
Lucifer’s silent sermon preached.
He charged those who had sought him.
They made no move to run.
Long ago they fought him.
It was the whale who won.
Endless times would he devour
In revenge for all his kind.
It was he with Satan’s power,
Who his hunters’ Hell designed.
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DEMON KISS
By Carl Martin Johnson
There is spice in a demon’s kiss,
But you will taste no love.
The wondrous flavor you will miss
Comes only from Above.
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I SAW MAGIC
By Carl Martin Johnson
I saw magic in the sky.
It was there for just a second.
From the corner of my eye,
I thought that it had beckoned.
I looked back again,
But it had disappeared.
Then I found it deep within,
Not gone, as I had feared.
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TASTING SECRETS IN THE WIND
By Carl Martin Johnson
I taste secrets on the wind,
Blowing past from magic places.
Heavenly flavor that they send
Has angel breath’s sweet traces.
I hear them with my soul,
Full of loving, soundless phrases.
Every word a poem whole,
Ripe with beauty that amazes.
They invigorate my being,
Purify my mind,
Allow me to be seeing
Wonders before I could not find.
Their sacred chants I’ll not reveal.
Their trust I’ll not betray,
Lest new wisdom they conceal
In breezes blown my way.
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WAS DON QUIXOTE MAD?
By Carl Martin Johnson
Was Don Quixote mad?
Or was it all the rest?
Don’t you find it sad
That none joined him on his quest?
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CLOUDRIDERS
By Carl Martin Johnson
If you want to visit,
You can find me on that cloud.
Not so far up, is it?
If you make it, you’ll be proud.
Together we will ride,
See all the earth below us.
We will be the guide
For all who love and know us.
We must be careful not to fall.
Cloudriders cannot be weak.
We must be paradigms to all.
Be the perfection that they seek.
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GREAT GOLDEN SUN
By Carl Martin Johnson
Great golden sun, caress me.
Soothe me with your rays.
You, God’s torch, please bless me.
Hold me inside your blaze.
With your hot energy infuse me.
Make me stronger with your light.
So Heaven High may use me
As a soldier in God’s fight.
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