Let me start this off by saying that if you don’t read Trevor’s blogs, then you’re missing out. He’s an incredibly talented guy as well as the closest thing I ever had to a brother. Second, I have two links to two other people who i believe are also incredible writers and i’m very honored to call them friends.

Amy’s blog site is http://fromshatteredtohappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/ She is insanely talented and writes in a way that makes you feel what she’s feeling.

sonya’s website is http://respondinginfaith.wordpress.com/ she’s really talented as well and you can just tell she enjoys writing.

as you can tell so far by the tone, im not in a joking around mood. i know i know, thats a major shock. let’s face it, i usually am. ive had a heavy heart here this week and have been very frustrated with how some things are. i had initially intended for this blog to be about something else entirely, but after trying to write it several times and it coming out mean and harsh, i decided against it. im hoping to be able to revisit the topic again sometime down the road when i can still approach and be humorous instead of being in a way where im pointing a finger and telling what i think is wrong. i know, so far you’re bored. where are the jokes? i promise you your little joke monkey will be back to making jokes in the next blog.

i read trevor’s recent post and it made me realize how brave he is. he posted the second poem/song that he wrote. then i noticed something else. i was jealous. i was jealous that i felt like he could do that and i felt like i couldn’t. but why did i feel that way? well to put it plainly its my own fault. even tho trevor shares my sense of humor and we do joke around quite a bit, he is the more serious one. so, in essence, he’s allowed to joke around and have a serious thought and to be taken seriously, which he should. my own humor though, at times, has been my worst enemy. humor is how i deal with things. i discovered in the sixth grade that i had a “gift” for humor (if you don’t find me at all hilarious then pretend you’re not reading this part). ever since then, instead of actually dealing with something out in the open, i’d much rather make a joke instead. is there a point to this? i think there is. not many people know this, but i do write. i write when i feel sad, when i feel frustrated, when i feel angry or upset. writing and basketball are the two things that have kept me sane. while i joke around, i usually try my best not to say anything to real about myself. maybe it’s the way i thought i should be. i feel much more comfortable dealing with things in my own head with myself then with any one else. while trevor may some what be the same way, he decided to take a chance and to post some of his writings. you see, your poems and songs that you write are a part of you. an inside glimpse to your world, to what’s going on inside your head. that’s why it upsets me at times that people don’t really pay attention to lyrics in songs anymore. trevor posted a poem and made me realize that i should just do the same. regardless of if you like it or not. i promised that i would start showing at least small glimpses of myself, and why not start tonight. you don’t have to like it. you don’t have to comment on it. heck you don’t have to tell me that you actually like it if you did cause i really don’t know how to take a compliment anyway. i went back and read some that ive wrote, and ive wrote quite a lot. so since this may be the start of a serious of more personal and serious blogs (i promise you as bob as my witless that there won’t be much and it’ll definately be more moronic stupid ones). with that, i hope you enjoy actually getting an inside glimpse on what im thinking at times. some people even say im the next Rush (cough cough sonya cough). which i would kinda agree with, except i sound better when i sing (i can’t actually back this up i just like to think so at times to help the self esteem). so here goes.

this one, like most of the ones i write, just kinda pop into my head and i have to write it.

The End

How can the day
Be as dark as the night?
When I close my eyes
I want to see the light
Can this be the end of mankind?
Are these disasters a sign?
What will it take for us to notice
That our time is running out
Will the rapture take our loved ones
Filling us full of our own self doubt?
Ripping souls out of our stomachs
Wave to ourselves as we plummet
The earth will turn and it will shake
Will we be destroyed for our mistakes?
And when the acid rains come tumbling down
Will we realize then what we’ve done?
How many innocent must suffer
Has evil already won?
The asteroid of disaster is heading our way
Unless we try to change our ways

i have many many more that i plan on posting in the future. if you don’t like them thats fine you don’t have to read them. ill try to put a note on the titles so you can skip over them and go on to the more normal johnnyism ones. with that said, i just wanted to make sure everyone knows that im still the goofy guy i am. and ill prove that with this. spider pig is the greatest song ever created for a movie. over and out!