a momentary lapse of thought:
staccato thuds sounded by a hollow heart
upon the realisation that the clarity of 'best friends'
becomes muddled
and confused with the passing of time.

hearts become restless:
heads are filled with shinier thoughts
as the people once loved are replaced. we recreate ourselves
worlds away
from the ones to whom we once gave our soul.

the silence of an evening punctuated
by memories of our faded selves
they watch us as we blindly dance
to the symphony of their sighs.

At high noon,
In the old western town
They strung me up
And let the floor down....

The charge....
Being a hopeless romantic....

Even in all mine foolishness
And pain I causeth other's,
I just prayeth they canst forgiveth me.......
As tis I'm not perfect by any means...
The human still left in me.!!!
As I knoweth I forgiveth all.,
Just hope one canst forgiveth me of mine idiotic talking
And actions....
For I'm just dealing with burdens of health
And needing,
And wanting,
And fear's of losing the only good in mine life...
For tis I canst looseth it by any means....
For no man is perfect,
Though I'm not the average brute
Nor even an earthling,
I do maketh mistakes
As tis I say,
I do maketh mistakes......  

Yet whilst I maketh those mistakes
I hope only one canst still seeith the good in me that shines!!!
And the amour' that lights this relic soul...

Is unlike any here on earth !!!

I can smell your sweet cologne,
and my heart aches...

A warm flood of tears rush,
knowing that I cannot hold you,
or feel the warmth of your comfort,
for you are not next to me...

The place of beauty is your home,
surrounded by loving family.

The place of greed has become mine,
adapting so effortlessly...wanting,
all of you.

Another whiff of your cologne,
keeps the flood flowing...

As I face your side of the bed,
staring at the void that is left,
I sink deeper into despair...
with my need growing stronger.

Feeling as if I will not survive,
this uncontrollable flood,
quickly becomes heavier...
weeping for your presence.

I need to look into your eyes...
those gorgeous windows of yours,
to see that beautiful soul beneath;
to have my tranquility.

I need to be held in your arms...
listening to soft whispers of love,
experiencing that new feeling,
of being completely whole.

Only to my torture do I dare,
to brave another whiff...

I am reminded with wet warmth,
of how much I need you by my side.

I miss you like crazy...
as my broken flood gates,
have revealed.

Copyright ©2015 Jamie Johnson

i peer outward
on down and around
out into the street
under spiders’ feet
the spot on the fence
where they touched
brings my reflection
back to me
i listen closely
to the sounds they make
passers by talking ****
and the hum of
where i sit
the molecular spaces
between my back
and wood slats
songs they sing
to dust in plaster cracks
and you are gone
rid from these places
running around
the divots and wide
corridors of the
farthest shores

Your the sunshine
pouring down on my
skin. Your the light
giving life to the
forests I hold from
within* ~

She can make a man
Cry
She makes a man
Beg
She's awesome
Dynamite
She's a little baby bird
Head!