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
Friday, 6 May 2011
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
Monday, 11 April 2011
Man
Man
Man cannot live by bread alone
Because his mind must feed also
Upon the things he reads and the things he hears
To build him up, even more so
Meaning that the man must think
The man must reason and please his thought
So his mind ages and his life experiences
What wisdom is, he cannot be taught
So he goes out in the big wide world
And he is sat on and shat on and trampled
He crawls he runs drives and flies
And at times, he weakly ambles
He starts off in his mothers bosom
He suckles like a lamb
And from life's luke warm milk
He eventually becomes a man
By Jesse Johnson
Man cannot live by bread alone
Because his mind must feed also
Upon the things he reads and the things he hears
To build him up, even more so
Meaning that the man must think
The man must reason and please his thought
So his mind ages and his life experiences
What wisdom is, he cannot be taught
So he goes out in the big wide world
And he is sat on and shat on and trampled
He crawls he runs drives and flies
And at times, he weakly ambles
He starts off in his mothers bosom
He suckles like a lamb
And from life's luke warm milk
He eventually becomes a man
By Jesse Johnson
Saturday, 26 February 2011
Congratulations
Congratulations
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
Congratulations
By Jesse Johnson
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
Congratulations
By Jesse Johnson
Thursday, 17 February 2011
Justice
Justice
(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
(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
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
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