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J-J Johnson Aug 14
Ode to the clouds of the far west
The rains that fell on the absence
Kept to grieve the sorrows of tomorrow

Ode to the waters of the blue seas
The waves that crushed on the bare soles
Left to sweat the love of the shy heat

Ode to the joys of the tears not cried
The smiles that faded with each warming heart
Bled to keep the life from the twinging strife

Ode to the war that never will end
The love that stokes the silent wails
Felt to **** the death of an aching soul
J-J Johnson May 2022
There is a fine line between sanity in-sanity
Be-twin bequeathed and beheaded
The lie and the truth
A cradle to crave
From stable to grave

Live to be-seech
And like life to know and to love
The chaos within the happiest withouts
That which ensued in the meantime
Knows not how thin the line straddled

How quiet the madness
Carried with the silent veil
Masked with the malice
That held the buried hurt
J-J Johnson Apr 2022
I make a toast
To the most that we made of it
I lift my glass
To every second that passed
Down to the last.
J-J Johnson Sep 2020
My soul echoes your rhythm
   My arms sway to your tune
      My body moves to your music
         But why do they watch for long
          Like they hear something so violent
         Why do they stare at your sound
     Why has your sound become silent
   Why am I still stuck in the motion
Dreams carry my love  in your sound
J-J Johnson Dec 2018
My grandpa
             Words he gave
                            To me once upon a full moon
“Son” he said
            “When you go into this life”
“Remember, that love is a language “
             “So find, my son, find someone”
                     “Who speaks your language “
      “So you don’t have to translate your soul”
J-J Johnson Aug 2018
Do you remember...

When the fields bloomed
And the winds blew

When the birds chirped
And the butterflies floated
Above the daisies

Do you remember...
The sweet redolent fragrance
From the colorful flowers
And her skin

Mingling with the smell of the dirt
And his skin

Do you remember...
The sound of the silent wind
Rushing through the petals
And the soft moan
That chased after her breath

Do you remember...
The beauty of the tired sun
Dipping down below the sky
To hide from the night

And the softness of his chest
On her back as they watched it dip
How they intertwined their fingers in the passion of the song

Do you remember ...
J-J Johnson Apr 2018
You are so ******* up that you make me makes sense... You and me...we just fit
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