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Ronald Johnson Poem
Stop wait you are great
But do you participate
In love or hates fate
T.B.T
Copyright © Ronald Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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Ronald Johnson Poem
If we made love on the 4th how would the 5th feel
If i was holding you now how would the grip feel
Lips seal cause you're speechless
Legs wide as I reach this special section
Juices flowing got your Pu see flexing
I'm making myself at home with strokes of perfection
Our eyes connect wit stares of reflection
Passion a little sweat moans say no regret
Digging nails in my skin & didn't climax yet
Laying together in the dark make our bodies silhouette
In this moment we have everything
Forgetting what we'll never get
Love ends our everyday
Just like the sunset
T.B.T
Copyright © Ronald Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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Ronald Johnson Poem
Times are hard
Money is in a vice grip
Numbers scare people & use to stretch a tight lip
Dice get roll
Lose your life when the card flip
People bearing arms
Death sentence in palms grip
Mom's carry weight 2 babies on her small hips
There's no whips
But children still need whippings
And less court support
Because courts be tripping
Families apart
That's what they be ripping
Can't wait til the judges in ah newspaper clipping
If I'm going out
I gotta factor the tip in
Life is the party
Hope everybody get in
Always be you
Everybody can't fit in
It's a whole lot of space
That none of us will get in
Students & parents
Everybody need to sit-in
This started in my mind & got finish wit ah ink pen
Get outside the box & the real might sink in
Live some-more babies
Tell me what you think then
What's deadlier the gun or the words of man
2/15/14
T.B.T
Copyright © Ronald Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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Blinded by experience & I mean lack of
Trapped in a neighbor-hood that feels like a cage
Isolated in my small room releasing tears & rage
Imagine life on the wrong side of a 9 or 12 gauge
Imagine momma getting money in shameful ways
Imagine me doing nothing wrong & getting beat for days
Imagine in the cabinets just sugar & Lay's
Imagine me only 10 wit more stress then grown men
Me born in this world thrown into sin
Imagine me wondering why my life is so different
Other kids smile more why is my life so different
Clothes I don't have many & friends I have none
When Dad go to work all he takes is a gun
See Dad's not a solider & moms not a saint
I've seen good people so I know that they ain't
There just mom & dad
I'm young & sad
Praying I get all the love I deserve and never had
T.B.T
Copyright © Ronald Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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No masquerade can hide the emotion
Crumbs of devil's pie have made it difficult to approach them
Juggling my conscious
Possibly blinding my sight
Trying not to be wrong & so hard to be right
Deep thoughts make it more complex
Walking in that direction I don't know what's next
No in or foresight
Just the desire to do more right
And have someone to warm all my life on a cold night
T.B.T
Copyright © Ronald Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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Ronald Johnson Poem
Purpose has to surface
without it we could hurt this
Thing we've got
We're just not
suppose to aim with no target
Plan to end when we start it
never dearly departed
Tears of the broken hearted
don't fall retarded
Love I never bought it
I just give & receive
Pains of the emotion affect
what I believe
Lies of my lovers influence
how I perceive
Tongues of the tempting, tip toeing,
females in the breeze
Please
Females gone with the wind
Especially the knockouts
one to the chin
The mind of a man who loves
beginning to end
Copyright © Ronald Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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We are parallel like the lines, that make equal
Young mimics of love pray to be our sequel
Our love is not but we are ordinary people
We keep love on top like the cross on a steeple
Just love people
T.B.T
Copyright © Ronald Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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They front for public perception
Campaign like it's an election
Make people sick figuratively, like an infection
Just for attention
Monetize in ah dimension
Where money's good suspension
Evil gets the most attention & good needs ah petition
Dealing with the agenda & nobody listen
People full of **** but everyone pissing
Constipated not obligated
To no-one but themselves
Crab in the barrel pulling down everyone but yourself
T.B.T
Copyright © Ronald Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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Ronald Johnson Poem
It's like my life's on probation
Trapped in ah broken nation
Ghetto's of damnation
Got home feeling like incarceration
Dreams of liberation
Leave every black man, woman, and
child mind full of contemplation
Opposing my opposition with a
tattooed disposition
It's not to many good times in the
position
I may have your attention
Listen Listen Listen
Confession booths are the partition
That hide the evil in religion
Lost souls can't see the doom in
man's division
Asking for restitution
Stop
Spark a revolution
That's the solution
T.B.T
Copyright © Ronald Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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I always had questions
Not many people had answers
I was never moved by childish banter
Yeah I'm the kid that debunked Santa
Rudolph, Dancer and their magical antlers
I've seen the corruption in churches
& weakness in blind faith
I'm taking religion to court
I know I got a case
I lied to the minister, after being dipped in the water
And just wanted to go to church to see various members daughters
I knew right from wrong before I knew Jesus
Then they say that's what he's trying to teach us
Well I was doing just fine, plus made straight A's
Cool as the Fonz in my happy days
But life is more like a re-run & that's not what's happening
T.B.T
Copyright © Ronald Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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