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The Apple Pasture

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                             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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The Grave Yard of Love

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

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.

                         By
                     Jay Johnson

Copyright © Jay Johnson | Year Posted 2008

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Life As An Addict

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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Passion Illusion

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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Feelings

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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I Had a Dream

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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Buck

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.

                                                                          
                                                                      By
                                                              Jay JOHNSON

Copyright © Jay Johnson | Year Posted 2008

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Hidden Soul

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.
                                                          
                                                        By
                                                  Jay JOHNSON

Copyright © Jay Johnson | Year Posted 2008

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Jagged Edges

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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