Fragments of Imagination

By Johnny Marcel O’Gradney

A collection of poetry about all aspects of life that will hopefully open your mind. You never know, you may even discover a new view on life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 21, 2011
• ISBN: 9781467066334

Johnny Marcel O’Gradney

My name is John Marcel O'Gradney. I was born on March 3, 1976 in Chicago, Illinois. I started writing poetry in high school, which led to me becoming a lead singer in a rock n roll band. I've been in various bands throughout the years, having always been the main lyricist. For me, I've always felt that song lyrics were simply poems put to music. I've been a student of life since birth, my school being the earth, imagination my teacher, and life being the lessons learned. The poetry i write is about everything from life, love, religion, philosophy, and drugs. I am now living in St. Petersburg, Florida, where I was raised from the age of eight. I work to pay my bills as a chef, which I have been doing since I was twelve years old. My grand father owned a restaurant and gave me a job as a dishwasher. I worked my way to a cook and have been doing it since.

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First published by AuthorHouse 10/19/2011

ISBN: 978-1-4670-6635-8 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4670-6634-1 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4670-6633-4 (ebk)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2011918538

Printed in the United States of America

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Contents

Ode to James Douglas Morrison

Recognition of Gratefulness

Waiting for Time

Cigarette Machine

Ode to a Cigarette

My Grey Friend

Unjust

Guardians of the Flame

Civil

Death ofw a Brain Cell

Ode to James Douglas Morrison

Is everybody in

Is everybody in

Is everybody in

The poetry is about to begin

Listen up

Who gives a shit where it was

This dream will never stop

Teenage stoned death games

Testing the limits

Shattering the barriers

Breaking through to the other side

Living life in the fast lane

Driving a car with

Four bald tires and

A nearly busted engine

This is where we live

Trapped in childhood

In love with rock stars

Stoned immaculate

Out here in these perimeters

We don’t need stars

We see through closed eyelids

The dead are newborn awakening

When words resemble walking sticks

Words caused all these wounds

And will heal us

If we let them

Please don’t chase the clouds, pagodas

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There was a child born

Who could see truth in everything

He sat on a hill with tears streaming down his face

People passing asked

Why do you cry boy?

He replied

Can’t you see

We’re born to live in cages

Feed of the blood of our loved ones

Travel blindly down life’s path of destruction

I speak to you of truth

We’re surrounded by lies

Our minds have been washed, poisoned, and hooked

By the subliminal heroine they feed

When the crowd that had gathered

Began to weep

His tears suddenly dried up

The truth was they were ready for change

The tears became a river of hope

Dawn of the next day brought a new ray of light

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I am the moon glow by day

The sunshine at night

I revolve around the world

That revolves around me

Nine planets couldn’t stop the collision

In the interplanetary sea

Swim

Swim through galaxies

Towards eternal dusk

Where light was born

In a dream of life

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I was just writing

Words becoming time

Time becoming sentences

Sentences spilling onto paper

Leaked ink onto my fingers

Covering it black

The ink is