Reflections: A Poetic Perspective of Life Through My Eyes I'm Like Rope Your Like Twine Were the Same but Were Knot

By Brandon Johnson

I wrote this book, Reflections, to showcase various aspects of life with different views of people’s day-to-day lives as far as living love relationships, struggles, and addictions; coping with death and loss of loved ones, coming back from the war and senseless shootings, struggling to beat the demon within; and trying to beat addictions. This is how we all experience the same issues in life, yet we all handled them differently. You will all experience love, death, breakups, good times, and bad times. But you will all deal with these things differently. This book is a vantage point of all our lives and the way we experience the same things yet deal with them differently individually. I hope you enjoy this book and that it gives you a new meaning on life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 19, 2019
• ISBN: 9781796010411

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Copyright © 2019 by Brandon Johnson.

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Rev. date: 04/03/2020

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Contents

Chapter One: Reflections

Chapter Two: Love and Warfare

Chapter Three: Hallucinations

Chapter Four: Quietus

Chapter Five: Lumin (light of self & nature)

Chapter Six: The Absence of Light

Chapter Seven: Snuggling, Screwing and Sex

Chapter One

Reflections

Portal

My thoughts and Reflections cut like a knife

These stories allow you to see into my life

Some of these poems are about me and some of them are

not Some friends are new some friends I’ve lost

A gateway into my imagination, this book opens a door

I have found it good for therapy it lifts my spirits from the floor

We all have our moments and our main events

We either waste our time on Earth or it’s wisely spent.

Two paths in life we could have taken

I have chosen an unbeaten path totally unforsaken.

In this book, I tell stories of love and anger

And unforeseen things becoming even stranger.

In each of us, a portal from within is bound together by a gate

We open our gate and dance with our own fate

The scariest thought passing that gate is what lies behind

In darkness we are totally blind but we look in the portal only to find

Our lives as mere mortals were here today and gone tomorrow

We leave behind happiness, joy, and sorrow

We find we cannot stick around forever

Death is just so wise uncanny and clever

As you walk your path to where you are going

Reap all the benefits for thou shall be sewing

See you on the other side, my friends.

Decay

I live in the mountains and not the city

Because it’s Autumn’s first bloom and everything is pretty

Everything is so peaceful, relaxed and mellow

As I watch the leaves on the tree turn golden yellow

Autumn comes with its own fresh smell

Beauty abound all around we wish to know all so well.

While people are at ease and animals at play

The sunsets colors are a painter’s pallet done Nature’s way

Showing us her true and beautiful form

Butterflies socializing, happy they transformed

Birds flying from branch to branch chirping and gossiping

This is Nature’s decay yet it’s blossoming.

Look around, take in what nature’s presence is showing

Forget about life and where you’re going

I know you’ve heard before about the leaves

And sure, you’ve certainly seen your fair share of trees

But just stop for a moment and let it all sink in

For if you make it so, this is the best time to be in.

Disco Lights

I was cruising in my car going way too fast

Me, an unpredictable forecast

Seemingly, I was in a daydream

The flashing silver brightly gleamed

Going through this windshield and shattering glass the only sound

Now, I am crumpled together on the ground

Red and blue colors flashing

Disco light colors meant for dancing

A penlight shining from eye to eye

My echoing thought, why… why… why…

In the end, like a stop-motion picture, life flashes before you

Is this the minute that