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Constance Johnson Poem
Many people dream of having what you share...
Everlasting
Love within
Each other!
Verisimilar love &
Enthusiastic promises of "Death Do Us Part"
Never-ending passion
Yearning of
Extraordinary
Amatory of
Real
Satisfaction of compromised love!
But only few stick together throughout the journey....
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY
Copyright © Constance Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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Educate me people
Can you hear me from the steopel?
How can you learn from the streets?
I know hip-hop can teach you different beats
Music can teach you a lot I'm sure
Reggae, hip-hop, r&b, and etc. are so pure
How can you learn from a friend?
Someone who always sin
Do drugs and steal cars
And is put behind bars
How can a camp teach you better?
Learn how to love and write your enemy a nice letter
Do push-ups and climb a wall
Climb to high and you might just fall
Educate me people
I said do you here me from the steopel?
There's more to be learned than taught
Do you know about Dr. King and Malcolm X and how they both fought
Come on people put the little kids in school
Doing the right thing might be cool
Learning can actually rule
I know don't no body want to be a fool
Looking at the wall can't teach you nothing
At least turn on t.v or do something
Television probably can do some good
Learn something new, I think you should
Give me your knowledge
So I can learn and go to college
'Cause if no one wants to listen
Then I'll pay attention
Copyright © Constance Johnson | Year Posted 2005
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Unknown to the truth.
Knowledge in my hand,
Facts tell me I still don't understand.
Uncommon voices sounding off unheard bells.
Familiar is strange in this unsorted game.
Love bothers my mind.
So I wonder where my heart is at times.
One of a kind,
This joker is no joke.
Laughter feels my soul,
Happiness is my unknown goal.
Here I stand.
Mind so bland.
Words are not enough.
Fragile to life,
But in disparate need to live.
Love me I ask. Love me I want. Love me I need.
Bringing myself to empty,
My mind scatters.
My world has no dream.
But dreaming is my world.
I cant get myself.
Twisted in my own thought.
Stop it......
This is my cry for help
Copyright © Constance Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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WELL,
My heart still beats
As my mind chases my thoughts
that run around teasing my soul.
I'm trapped within the walls of emptiness
My heart half full with broken dreams
And half empty with lost love waiting to be seen
Copyright © Constance Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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OK.
Where do I begin?
Lost within my art,
Profound beauty with initiated trust extrudes my offspring.
My heart is extracted,
I am no longer one.
Bounded veins pressed against the mist of society.
Thoughts are nonsense to this movement.
Not knowing is enthusiastic.
I wonder how I got here.
Simple is not enough in this distorted affair.
Normal is just a name.
Hurt is a figment of way back when sense was common.
Problems are obsolete but the challenge is here.
Blind sided ambition takes its toll.
Inhaling what ifs and exhaling what is.
Blank at heart so my mind tells me to walk forward into this fear.
The thought is unexpected,
Which makes the movement beyond believable.
Jumping into the arms of unknown.
I would say love but this is better.
I feel no pain.
No human emotion can break this element down.
This aroma is now the life I breathe.
I can't care anymore.
This is my moment of orgasm....
Copyright © Constance Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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Undeniable Stranger;
Ignorant in his ways;
Childish in his mind;
Society is his playground;
Explicit filth;
Untrained movements,
Yet your heart is so pure.
Copyright © Constance Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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Confused and disoriented
Brain cells froze
Muscles cold
My heart trembles to the sound of failure
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Constance Johnson Poem
FOCUS
Eyes of a definition that needs no description,
His thought penetrates my mind.
As the softness of his power touches my cheek,
I shiver
FOCUS
Personality of a realistic dream, something I know I could never have.
His confidence compliments my insecurities.
As the voice of 'I need you' ensures trust,
I shake
FOCUS
Mind of a man that sins, able to admit his faults.
His heart is a struggling comfort,
I don't mind staying here.
As the desire to make us one overrides his mistakes,
I stumble
FOCUS
Knocked down by his innocence, alive in the moment.
As I find the challenge that keeps me moving,
I fall
FOCUSED
In Love
Copyright © Constance Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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Running away,
It feels like I have no where to stay.
Remembering the times when my heart use to beat out lyrics,
From this undefined lyricist.
Poetic creature,
Emotion use to be, now emotion I cant see.
Is this why I run?
No feeling, No comfort, No warmth, No reality.
Is this why I hide?
Distant from life,
I use to live but now I breathe.
Seeking to find what I once owned,
Life, I seek therefore I will find.
And when I do my feet will no longer be able to run
Copyright © Constance Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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Constance Johnson Poem
Rhythmic contractions
controlling the irregular heart
As the gift God proceeded to give
kneel and wait
My heart is compassionate
but love is a burden
He is satisfaction to the soul
and sensitive to the touch
Unfortunately,
Insatiable love is controlled inside
where unfaithful beats arise
And intoxicated blood flow
He is competent in my eyes
but I am blinded by evil
Unable to trust the good
this is a knotty situation
As he asks the question once
My mind jumps around in confusion
defending its territory
My confidence is high
my courage becomes cowardly
Anticipating a lifetime guarantee
of an unforgivable past
and a promising future
The fantasy is true
still a burden to the soul
Reality hits,
I awake laying alone
Realizing fear has taken control
Copyright © Constance Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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