Saturday, 26 February 2011



You've been given a gift to treasure forever
Your cups are forever full to the brim with pleasure
You are now man and wife, no further half measures
The two are now one. We smile at your splendour

By Jesse Johnson

Thursday, 17 February 2011



(Justice is the quality of being just; righteousness, equitableness, or moral rightness: to uphold the justice of a cause.)

Justice brought me into this world
The mere fact I wasn't aborted
The fact she didn't drink or smoke
The mere fact she gave up snorting

Dads a prime example
Of a man who's not supportive
So I'm a confused baby, battered and bruised
With a body that's been thwarted

But yet my fathers in the kitchen, drinking
Stella, drunken hands, just?
Enough to abuse, mother and seduce
To sex, sodomy, and lust

So here I am, hearing screams, gulps and gags
My sister comes in late, she was out there being bad
She had blood all over her coat again
Dark eyes, I saw along with her pale blood red hands

But that's what happens when you've seen what she's seen
So much abuse and many passed away
And you pray, hope and think
For forever and a day

She gave up on church
And she gave up on the mosque
Religion could no longer guide her
She felt inadequate for God

So she now is where father used to be
So much for like father like son
I don't want to be in the streets
And I never wanna be like mum

So hear I am a few decades after
The brutal days where I was conceived
Making up for lost time
From the childhood I had bereaved

I am not my father, mother or sister
I can only possibly be me
Live my life from what I've learnt
In righteousness and J-U-S-T-I-C-E

By Jesse Johnson

Saturday, 12 February 2011

The Day I Die

The day I die

The day I die, I will be a legend
I know for a fact, I ain't reaching heaven
Sitting contemplating thoughts, telling myself
Life was so different when I was seven

Look at me now, times to two and add four
I've felt my soul drain from my back, legs and jaw
I stay quiet cause it started with back stabbing
So much so, for opening mouths to law

I stuck to the code, lived by a knife, and hugged on the roads
So many miss calls from one don on my phone
No one else was worried or rushed to my aid
No matter how big the batch, you're still all alone

Life's no bed a rose, so f flowers
I'd rather drown in the bath, I can't die in showers
No pain, I'm soulless
Homeless, mums moaning for hours

Once again, out on a late night
Tick tock big ben, sings near the bright lights
But then again, its not my time
To go, my heart still beats, right

Sometimes she says she can't feel my heart
Ice cold, stone, hear it in my laugh
My voice is dark, somebody find me a pathway
I'm standing at the entrance, asking for a new start

So until the day I die
Let me live, love, thrive, keep my mind
Sanity, breathe survive
Be me till the day I die, one of a kind

By Jesse Johnson