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Michael S. Johnson Poem
Social Change
There will be no social change without justice,
For that part, justice must see an equal hand.
A hand that'll justify an equated part,
Of a balance decision for both they an us.
Change begins with a balance thought,
From decisions of illustrated trust.
With the denial of another's want,
And the shame of seeing what's been taught
Social changes are the values of love,
For they characterize the need to see,
The other side or the opinions above,
Because free-will was given by God thereof.
Change see's through the eyes of hate,
When each other learns to relate,
And not turning feelings of bitterness and fault,
And seeing beyond the colors of fate...
Copyright © Michael S. Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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Michael S. Johnson Poem
What Makes A Man
Is it his virtures of lifes love,
Or his moralistic meaning thereof.
For each action of modesty,
Love should be a feeling of honesty.
Yet still he toils in life like a fool,
Using his body as an evil tool.
He motiveates centers around lust,
Using kindness he turns love to dust.
Is a relationship his compassions turn,
Towards the habits he's learned.
His love towards she,
Never turns in a directionb of reality.
But yes he claims to be a man,
Then when love comes he refuses to stand.
Still even though his physique portrays,
Mnaly parts his behavioral love say's...
Copyright © Michael S. Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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Michael S. Johnson Poem
Racism
A word chosen from prejudice,
Something meant to seperate.
A word so complexed it serves no justice,
For its root is love's hate.
It has the meaning to divide the mind,
Just as its divided us through time.
Generation by generation it shows its face,
So to destory the lovers of faith and grace.
Its the profiler of colorless hate,
Denying those their proper fate.
Eliminating the will of others,
Causing one to disallow further.
Racism has no partner or friend,
It always plots to the bitter end.
From land to land it spreads
Like a weed it moves till things are dead.
Its a blackness that seals,
Making promises and bad deals.
Overspreading a man's will to fight,
Taking an taking with its genocodial might.
Racism provides no morals or support
For its gender is white/black consotrs.
And when rebillion marches against its will,
It finers new ways to legally kill.
Killing those who defy its plan,
Confining them for taking the stand.
Yet the power of racism are but heard,
For its useage is but a simple word.
Copyright © Michael S. Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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Michael S. Johnson Poem
Loneliness
Is when you find thought from nothing,
A pattern of knowledge that might meant something.
Or shall we say something that felt real,
In any case, was it a feeling or a bad deal.
Loneliness is the characteristics of fear,
It forms a pattern of want when reality seems clear.
But when the clearness of life becomes lost,
One will tremble and feel and uncommon cost.
That cost between promises and shame,
For in the end all feelings turn to blame.
A blame of letting go a feeling of emotion
Knowing that love is but life's true notation.
Copyright © Michael S. Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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Michael S. Johnson Poem
The Color of My Skin
Why do you hate the color of my skin.
Is it that you think I'm inferior from within;
Or can you see that natural man in me,
If so its because my soul is of reality.
Why do you hate the intelect of my mind,
Or can you say it possesses more then time;
If so, why do you treat me so unkind.
Why do you hate the pattern of my speech,
Is it morally sound for you to teach;
Mend your way of life or I'll be,
Locked in this cage from reality....
Copyright © Michael S. Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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Michael S. Johnson Poem
A Commitment to Love
Is when the truth between feelings and reality comes true,
And in one moment your friendship turns to want.
A want that feels so good to your core,
And each speech seems to a want at a friends door.
A door if open the happiness of your feelings will see,
That a commitment to that reality will come to be.
Something that feeds your hearts inner core,
A feeling that's fit for all aspects of this world an more.
Being committed to the soul of another's true heart,
Is the highest moment of want one would not want to part.
In any case give your want a happy moment to love,
Because the truth of love is always fits like a glove....
Copyright © Michael S. Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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Michael S. Johnson Poem
In the still of the night
In the still of the night when love feels real
And the night is a time to feel those deals
Because the night is a time when love fines comfort
when those feelings of loneliness are confronted.
The night is truly the time to think,
When love is their and then you blink.
And in an instance that moment of love has gone,
Gone past the minutes of ones so torn.
So if love fines you in the moment of time,
Just clear your mind and find,
A time to ponder of the lost love of time.
Copyright © Michael S. Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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Michael S. Johnson Poem
The Honor of Love
Comes from within a soul at peace,
Its measure of balance is strengthened with increase.
Love bores its respect from honor,
And breeds that passion between loes valor.
The honor of love is the truth that leads,
A person with thought not lust's greeds.
For greed brings pain and sadness,
Just as sorrow comforts ones madness.
The honor of love makes a feeling strong,
Not faking its passion and teasing a wrong.
Just as one feels the respect love brings,
So shall that honor of love will forever sing..
Copyright © Michael S. Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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Michael S. Johnson Poem
A Diffrence in skin
I have a serious fire in my heart,
A fire so hot that hate forms a part.
That part of prejudice for one skin,
For that desire I hold will turn to a sin.
This fire in me destorys my soul,
Because it keeps me far from all my goals.
Those goals to keep what peace is in my mind,
So that my soul will forever find.
That live for everyone I can lend,
Those parts of life when I need a friend.
This fire is a destructive force,
Which turns my character way off course.
A course that will never negate,
Those realities of my fate.
A fate that things are different,
Just as in the color of ones skin theirs comes difference.
Copyright © Michael S. Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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Michael S. Johnson Poem
I lost my Way
I lost my way through life,
Because I refuse to bend with sacrafice.
Left in a world of doom's pleasure,
I missed the mark of goodly measure.
With bad decisions and a rebellious pride,
I dangerously lived on the other side.
Causing my ruin and depliting good,
From lifes golden hand I was misunderstood.
Now I am living a life of sad lies,
Knowing that I've caused my own demise.
Still their is a place I must see,
That my decisions are a real reality..
Copyright © Michael S. Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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