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Jay Johnson Poem
DONE
The Apple PASTURE
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.
Jay
Copyright © Jay Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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Long love day's has past.
My mind felt with howling storms,
grasping to hold on to vanishing love.
Rape and abandon my weary soul
transpires, poring with instant fires.
Oh this dark secret love does thy life
destroy.
Like amorous birds of pray,
Once ways, and known devoured
Your beauty no more to befound
nor shall the sound of your voice.
Love to dust, love to ashes.
Our love has now gone to a private place.
The grave yard of love.
Copyright © Jay Johnson | Year Posted 2008
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Black LOVE
My head rested
on the pillow of her smooth skin.
She opened the curtains of her being,
My hands slip into indulgence while
they explored her expansive dark skin.
With half words she whispered moans,
followed by screams of passion.
With her shadow I bounded, as she
swarmed waters of our endless longing passed.
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Jay Johnson
Copyright © Jay Johnson | Year Posted 2008
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Jay Johnson Poem
Life as an Addict
Life as an addict, life as an addict
Life as an addict is like running into
A reinforce cinderblock wall
Losses after losses
Virtually
Ending in a jail cell or luxurious casket
Day after day the addiction keeps at it
Eventually
Opening doors to the soul
Stepping inside leading you down
A wicked and dark passage
Ultimately
Leaving you naked
Clinching your wounds
Shattering dreams
Low self – esteem
Thoughts in captivity
Life of misery
Life as an addict limited imagination
Waste of God’s creation
But forgiven
Evil, dark passage
Reinforce walls, jail cell
Lost soul, luxurious casket
Life as an addict, life as an addict
Life as an addict.
Copyright © Jay Johnson | Year Posted 2008
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From the black canal,
I awoke into a beast of light.
Eager wishes through my very blood and soul,
an illusion as my memory told.
An illusion so real it seemed so true.
A beautiful woman with plenteous silken hair,
stood bare from end to end before my eyes and
flowered a smile, as my memory told.
The thirst of my soul rose, I moved near to touch her
and she vanish.
I turned and there she was bare from end to end before
my eyes.
She laid in china blooms,pure and simplistic,
as my memory told.
An illusion so real it seemed so true.
I laid next to her and she cradled in my arms
with eyes entire.
Her lips were sweet to my desire,
as my memory told.
The harping angels rose, devil passion wrestled the tides
of fate and drifted in.
She moved in circles, and the circles moved, moved, and moved.
My body mart to a motion not of my own.
In the heat of passion, I awoke from the black canal into a
beast of light.
Copyright © Jay Johnson | Year Posted 2008
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Jay Johnson Poem
Feelings
How you make me feel
I feel no pain
Your laugh makes me smile
Your voice gives me butterflies
I know it's not hate
It's not I like and it's to early to say love
Yet the reality of you is better than a dream
Jay Johnson
Copyright © Jay Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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Hidden Soul
I am a forever more, so deep I stay.
I'm imperishable, quiet at the heart of form.
I fear what is no more to be feared.
I'm unseen and can rise with the wind.
When my body is strip of my worn clothes
and pierce to the depths of the heart,
reality remains, I am a forever more.
I'm man's greatest wealth drench in blood
but can't be wet.
I'm the hidden soul.
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Jay JOHNSON
Copyright © Jay Johnson | Year Posted 2008
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Jay Johnson Poem
I Had a Dream
I had a dream. Oh I had a dream.
I sat in a chair in despair thinking
of the love and memory of my mother.
In my dream I built a stairway to heaven with tears to hug her.
Halfway with out a sound or word in the silent skies
an angel appeared upon me.
It was a precious and beautiful site.
Oh! I said could you for me ask God to cross a rose and lilac together
to create a bush with large clusters of white, purple, and pink flowers
and the fragrance of memory
And give it long green stems so it can stand free and gracefully.
Also ask him to it a name, a special name ‘ Kollock ‘
and let it represent never forgotten love and memories.
In my dream God did this for me,
and gave it to my mother as a gift from me
Copyright © Jay Johnson | Year Posted 2008
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Jay Johnson Poem
It was a cloudy day in march...
The sky was blue, gray,
Hot sun outside, within.
How statue like he stood,
In the early march wind.
He stood, he stood,
How statue like he stood.
Bare naked on the sands,
moist tears ducts,
sundryed, bound feet.
How statue like he stood.
A voyage done,
rusted anchors weeped,
strange faces big guns.
How statue like he stood.
Fading sounds, mangled,
knotted thoughts, screams within.
How statue like he stood.
Wintered in the moment
of the early march wind.
He stood, he stood.
How statue like he stood.
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Jay JOHNSON
Copyright © Jay Johnson | Year Posted 2008
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I had once walk this earth naked and broken
With my eyes I could not see
Finding a vein in my heart with the pulse of life
I no longer walk in the way of deceit
I was drifted to the jagged edges of my world
and the earth taking from under my feet
Arrows of truth killed my sorrow
Yesterday is gone, tomorrow is to come, and
today I'm at peace.
Copyright © Jay Johnson | Year Posted 2008
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