In thought

In thought

Stolen by thought my minds a victim
Pensive, my inner ears are listening
A constant migrane, deepening by the inches
My brain prodded by every thought pinching
The constant question, what's my life missing?
No expression emotionless, as if death was kissing
Cold lifeless, but yet so peaceful
Freedom, from everything that's hurtful
Deserting me in this curtain of reasons
The dawn the dusk, everytime each season
Every rhyme, every word, every meaning
All day all night, every morn, every evening
Daily, my thoughts are increasing
A mind tick tocking, my thought I'm pleasing

by Jesse Johnson

Cycle

Cycle

It starts with one thing
Usually a deep breath
Or a heavy sigh
Every word builds the story
The mind set the struggle
The journey

We take journeys within a journey
Life is one
Depending on each route we take
We might miss one
Every decision in our journey
Creates another one
And every wrong decision made
Changes the other ones

Life starts with a deep breath
When your little lungs fill with Gods oxygen
And you make your presence known
Thats the beginning of your identity
The beginning of your journey

Life ends when your breath expires
Similar to a heavy sigh
And most times we all wish that death was a lie
But its a truth thats told
Over it futile power we hold
So we can only postpone
Death, by which our lives are controlled

by Jesse Johnson

Embrace a sense of pride

Embrace a sense of pride

Its not easy being black
Thats what they all say
Killing the black man in movies seems to be childs play
They always seem to die first
But notice this
We've come  along way
We've got too much to win to turn back
Oh yeah, the choice wasn't ours in the first place
We never asked to be here, or there
We just wanted home
Wanted life the way it was
We wanted to be left alone
Against our wishes we were torn away
Dragged and beaten, and put on display
Torn from our roots, like Kuntahkenteh
Thrown on ships to hell
No trail to follow
Just memories to fade
History tells a story of black people being prey
Of how we were bound in shackles and chains
Beaten with whips and branded with names
Past like parcels and toyed with like games

But remember this people,
Our people have aged
Opportunities have arrived,
And alot we've gained
We've got power and knowlege,
And hearts full of aims
We've got free minds and bodies,
Our goals are ours to claim

We should always remeber
To take life in its stride
Be pround of who you are
Colours just the outside
Its our hearts that count
So, look deep down inside
Everybody, embrace a sense of pride

by Jesse Johnson

Ambitions

Ambitions

Aims in my life
Call them ambitions, got goals for a life time
Achievement, I can see mine
Through all the pain and bereavement
So many levels and issues and standards
I got to pen down my feelings
Cause it's easy to lose sight and hope of my target
Lose that part of my main frame that keeps going
Not slowing, I have to gain that momentum
I start something, so I have to end them
End it, cause there’s nothing in life that’s a bigger shit
Than saying something and people missing the message...

So do you understand mine?
Aims in life, got goals for a life time
Call them ambitions

by Jesse Johnson

Lifeless

Lifeless

Lifeless, that’s what I'd rather be
Six foot deep in a black box in a cemetery
Rather than be above the ground five feet
Everybody seems lively except me
I feel so dead, I can't even accept me
Because who am is not me
So down, I can't do things properly
Nothing fulfils me, not even my poetry
I look in the mirror and ask myself
Who is it? I don't even know it’s me
So how can I show it’s me?
When I don't even know my own identity
Mentally, physically and socially
Unattached, disabled, o' so lonely
The boy in the corner, with no girl to hold me
Something like a statue, with no liberty
You might as well bury me
Dust to dust, I'm dust without energy
Lifeless

by Jesse Johnson

18 my friend

Eighteen, big age and big number
Your music is an empowerment, your thunder

Your time is now, 1-8
Considered a man in the law, but to your mum your the same face

Respect is due to those who show respect
Hold on to life, and it's love and don't turn left

Or right, stay on the straight and narrow
Your an eagle at heart, and humble as sparrows

Pray for guidance everyday, so stay composed
And always remember life has never been a bed of Rose

by Jesse Johnson

Mystery

Mystery was his recipe
He had torment in his cupboard
To cover up and overcast
Outlast his intent
His discontent would show itself
Overriding and overpowering
Under minding and out shining
Slide slither and snake
It's way through the under wire of society
To lay bare it's bosom
And expose the celulite in it's breasts
Oh yes, to expose those cracks and crevises
To stand and ask conspiracy
Tell us please, please o what mysery
Mystery, can anyone contest

by Jesse Johnson