Looking
Looking for words of wisdom
All on a layer of skin
Searching through the depths of my tissue
For the cells that could barely win
All of my imperfection
From all of these molecules comes sin
Trying to figure out the friends and foes it's like I see through tints
So I've got these blurry eyes
My blood vessels filled with the greenest stink
The trees came and freed my mind
Meditation, it's time for me to think
So I'm here looking and searching
Seeing past black white cream yellow grey and pink
I don't judge books by there covers
Cause that just shows that my mind os thin
So I'm patiently waiting
For the day where I can remove my mind from this brink
So I won't be done with my soul searching
My main focus is me that's why I'm looking in
By Jesse Johnson
Monday 16 May 2011
Friday 6 May 2011
Dead Comer Alive
Dead Comer Alive
The way you act is like you put me in the cold earth
No life in your eyes, what's your soul worth?
Yes I'm jealous of yours, mine had no birth
Sometimes you make me wonder why the earth turns
Why my heart still beats? And why my gut churns?
Why you got me feeling wicked? What purpose do your cuts serve?
Love for you long gone, dead ends and no swerves
For change in my heart, I'm dead to you, no nerves
The silence from your tongue, doesn't match your eyes
I can tell you're thinking, and there's to much pride
It's like you put me in limbo, cause the loving died
No kissing, hugging and touching, that's why I'm not inside
But I'm shut out of your cold world, to much to hide?
If only it was that, I can't see you slide
If only you knew and you could read my mind
Then I wouldn't be in this comer of love, you'd be by my side
Moreover, they say that shit happens for a reason
I've always been in bloom, cause I'm not about the season
That's why I stand tall like a tree, life in my stem is what I'm feeling
And I bare fruit, for my poetry to be peeling
Cause my past is out the window, and my hope through the ceiling
And I pray for the thought of me in front of you kneeling
That's why I'm here, sitting here revealing
To you they made me dead or deaden, and you're my only sense of healing
By Jesse Johnson
The way you act is like you put me in the cold earth
No life in your eyes, what's your soul worth?
Yes I'm jealous of yours, mine had no birth
Sometimes you make me wonder why the earth turns
Why my heart still beats? And why my gut churns?
Why you got me feeling wicked? What purpose do your cuts serve?
Love for you long gone, dead ends and no swerves
For change in my heart, I'm dead to you, no nerves
The silence from your tongue, doesn't match your eyes
I can tell you're thinking, and there's to much pride
It's like you put me in limbo, cause the loving died
No kissing, hugging and touching, that's why I'm not inside
But I'm shut out of your cold world, to much to hide?
If only it was that, I can't see you slide
If only you knew and you could read my mind
Then I wouldn't be in this comer of love, you'd be by my side
Moreover, they say that shit happens for a reason
I've always been in bloom, cause I'm not about the season
That's why I stand tall like a tree, life in my stem is what I'm feeling
And I bare fruit, for my poetry to be peeling
Cause my past is out the window, and my hope through the ceiling
And I pray for the thought of me in front of you kneeling
That's why I'm here, sitting here revealing
To you they made me dead or deaden, and you're my only sense of healing
By Jesse Johnson
Habits
Habits
Money is on my mind again
I wonder why my pockets are empty
I'm trying to count my blessings
But my blessings haven't been plenty
My luck nearly ran out again
Back to zero, back to the start
I don't want to know what rich is
I just want enough to maintain a heart
So it finished again
Or did it just end prematurely
But it doesn't matter now
I'll brake old spells, surely
So here I am again
I raise my glass high above my head
As a toast to all these habits
I look forward to good ones, and leave the unfortunate for dead
By Jesse Johnson
Money is on my mind again
I wonder why my pockets are empty
I'm trying to count my blessings
But my blessings haven't been plenty
My luck nearly ran out again
Back to zero, back to the start
I don't want to know what rich is
I just want enough to maintain a heart
So it finished again
Or did it just end prematurely
But it doesn't matter now
I'll brake old spells, surely
So here I am again
I raise my glass high above my head
As a toast to all these habits
I look forward to good ones, and leave the unfortunate for dead
By Jesse Johnson
Watch this space
Watch this space
I heard Shakespeare say it once
But I'm far from him
Trying to touch heaven
Like I'm far from sin
But forget being sky high
Cause i've got human limbs
But what I wouldn't do
For the taste of wings
So I can fly up to the seraphs
And hear the angels sing
Switch all the jewels in the crown
And rearrange the king
Flip coins, save pounds
To gain the bling
And sit at zero miles per hour
And let the haters watch my stainless spin
Dreams are dreams
Don't forget to watch this space I'm in
By Jesse Johnson
I heard Shakespeare say it once
But I'm far from him
Trying to touch heaven
Like I'm far from sin
But forget being sky high
Cause i've got human limbs
But what I wouldn't do
For the taste of wings
So I can fly up to the seraphs
And hear the angels sing
Switch all the jewels in the crown
And rearrange the king
Flip coins, save pounds
To gain the bling
And sit at zero miles per hour
And let the haters watch my stainless spin
Dreams are dreams
Don't forget to watch this space I'm in
By Jesse Johnson
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