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  

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

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

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

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

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

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