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Johnny Butt Michiels contributed 3 poems to
the September 26, 2000 edition of Zzang and 1 poem to the November 28, 2000 edition.
Like Moonbeams Behind a Mountain Shower
Beaming
in the blackened sky
Highlighting the way to the
unknown
Walking through the wilderness
to find the answer
Not knowing the obstacles that
lie ahead
My quest is yet to be fulfilled
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Same Damn Job
When my day is about to turn blue
The beginning of depression must
be true
I sign the sheet and start yet
another nine
It hits me that I have forever for
that time
Of when I can go away from this
venomous place
When I can just move and think at
my own pace
Instead of wasting these moments
of my life
And being placed in hell to deal
with this strife
Acme is not my life by choice
But the
money has such a nice voice
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The Happiness Yet to Come
As the crimson rivers stream through my body I make one more lunge towards my journey Pain overcomes my body when I reach this goal As I collapse I see my childhood, my teenage years, my life The ground is cold as my sweat soaks in the fresh soil Bringing new life to those who have lived before me They watch me as I walk through the gates towards the unknown Old faces and smiles plague the room as my childhood puppy licks my hand Mom, you were right when you said he went to heaven I see your profile approach me as a tear trickles down your pale face Yes Mom, I have arrived to hold your hand throughout eternity I shall stand by your side as we wait for my children to join us in immortal bliss
Until
then, my life shall not be completed
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This Is My Life
the strife and the torture of the anticipation awaiting that one second when your life may change but what are we truly waiting for is life worth the moments that we think they may be is life truly meaningful or is it just there why do i feel like i am just a number a number in a statistic of population we are all herds of cattle just i am the one with the brand as i watch everyone i lay on the street people stepping and walking all over me each one leaves a print on my feeble body a marking, this is my brand each little line is a scar on my life what i would do to lose these scars but these scars will plague my life for eternity is there no way to relieve this pain no there is not yet i still add more scars and i dont get off the sidewalk as the shoes walk upon me i can only take so much but i will never get up im not allowed to get up something holds me down and i cant control it no one truly cares for the pain they put me through fore some people step harder than others what i would do to stand up to walk among the masses wishes that will not be fulfilled i will take these scars to the grave although i do not fear the grave it just holds an inevitable place in my life i see it in the future yet why worry although i do not fear death i do not wish it but why does all this pain happen to me and why does everyone cause it and not show concern does no one look down before they walk do they not see me there weeping and when they see me there why do they stand on me and march is this what my life is cut out for to be a place mat for everyone to wash off their feet is this the fate that i chose well i dont want it and i wont take it but i have no choice and please do me a favor next time u walk avoid me so i can stand up fore i will not be happy until i stand so when you are laying on the side walk i will reach out so u can feel happiness the feeling i strive for yet i cant see it i do not believe this feeling exists for life keeps shitting on me and i fall deeper and deeper with no ladder and not even a hand to help me up i do not even see eyes above the whole with any concern its just passed by yet again i am a statistic i have no existance so why try, why think, why feel all the traits that make me exist i do not want for all they cause is pain but is this not what also causes us to exist if pain is what i have to live for i shall live but happiness is an impossible quest i am not a quiter but i give up when i am defeated my quest is over towards finding happiness why look anymore if it does not exist and i shall remain on the sidewalk as shoes brand my body people walk on me causing tears of pain and suffering they do not see this for lack of existance ive found my lifes purpose and what i have to live for is not worth the time yet i will accept the task crying and screaming yet remaining unheard
this is my life and this is how i live
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