-Poetry by John C. Walker

I Heard It In The Sky

You have got to believe
in no more darkness
how does it feel
to be off the wall?

Always glorious
glowing, extraordinary
bright heart, shining
on the world.

–John C. Walker
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Lost From Me

I am someone
you ought to meet
I sit in a chair
that will never break
My life is worth living
because I can think
you want to know me.

And I have music in my ears
I have pictures in my head
Although I lost a part of me
I think I kept the best of me.

Take care over the mountain
everywhere people stare
with worn out city faces,
hearts of stone
I am lonely each night
just once more
to be part of the band.

I have music in my ears
and I have pictures in my head
Although I lost a part of me
I think I kept the best of me.

Angels, catch the crippled
when they stumble and fall.
If you should listen
listen to me,
listen to my thought,
if it seems that I can reach you
I’m doing alright.

I have music in my ears
I have pictures in my head
Although I lost a part of me
I think I kept the best of me.

–John C. Walker
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Lavished In Glory

Lavished in glory,
the mountain singing
echoes to heal me.
Try on your knees
my way of tears.
All I so want
is to ask “What would become,
what should become
of so fine a hurt?”

Talking about You
has been a tears time,
a silvery moonlight time.
Left all alone,
I look for the blessed Hosanna.

Won’t you be overheard company?
“What can I do to heal?”
Love is a bow-your-head,
a pray thing.
Fill me with the one foolish thing
that’s been done before,
once before,
by His very own hand.

Talking about You
has been a tears time,
a silvery moonlight time.
Left all alone,
I look for the blessed Hosanna.

His song, filled with love
made the mountain ring.
I should be satisfied
for the one upbringing.
Name the sigh
that makes you feel dear.
Left all alone,
I look for the blessed Hosanna.

–John C. Walker
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This Life We’re Living

Echoes of my heart are getting faster.
I can remember religions from the past
that disappeared.

We have to build something wondrous
to hold on to in this darkness.
It’s not easy being sensitive.

Holy souls, homeless souls,
make your mark in society,
to save us all.

–John C. Walker