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Tommy Johnson Dec 2013
I don’t think I’m alone
I can’t see anyone
But I get the feeling I’m not the only one here
I hear their voices faintly
Making demands, suggestions and persuading
Telling me what I want and what I should do
And I agree
I want to ****
I want to steal
I want to get what I want by any means necessary
The bring up good points
“What will happen?”
“You’ll be fine”
“You can get away with it”
“It doesn’t matter”

Then there’s someone else saying
“No you love her!”
“No you don’t trust her!”
“No you’re wrong!”

I don’t know
I wish I knew
I want to hear my voice
No one else’s
My conscious is splitting in three
My id, my ego and super ego
And my body
Four into one being
Shut up
Let me breathe
Tommy Johnson Dec 2013
Open your mind
Open your eyes
Your heart
Now arise

Wake up Moonchild
The dawn is drawing near
Rub the crust from the crevices of your eyes

The world won’t wait
Not for you

Don’t let it’s turning make you sick

This is your wakeup call

Your gonging alarm clock
Sitting beside your bed head

The race is about to begin!
Ready…set…GO!
There are no winners

There are no losers
Take your time

But run well

All in stride

All in time

There’s no finish line

You’re done when you wish
Tommy Johnson Dec 2013
“Come with me” I said
I’ll take you away to Neverland
Where there’s no worry in the world
You’ll never have to work hard again

Come on you must learn to fly
It isn’t hard, close your eyes
Ponder joyful thoughts
You barely need to try

A place where you’ll never grow old
A place where you are free
You’ll feel you were twelve again
Although you’re eighty three

Second star to the right
And straight on till morning
It’s a vacation for them
But home to me

Adventures in endless summer
Flying at the speed of light
Sleep all day
And play all night

A realm where you never age
A paradise, a heaven
You’ll feel like a kid again
Although you’re ninety seven

They sing songs of love
The pirates have all gone
The fairies above
Listen to their songs

At night we’d swim in the mermaid lagoon
And stare up at the big blue moon
But deep inside, I knew
They want to leave soon

Exploring a whole Neverland
Having treasure hunts
Making friends with Indians
All the way in Never Neverland

The crocodile’s clock is loud
Tick tock
Tick tock
It was time

My friends, they were all tired
They wanted to leave
I couldn’t make them stay
It’d be selfish of me

No more flying in the clouds
Swinging from leafy vines
I knew I'd had given them
The time of they lives

So I took them home
And a thought hit me
It was so abrupt
Maybe it was time for me
To grow up

Yes, a new adventure to begin
The quest to be a man
But won’t forget
And may yet still return
To Neverland

They place where it’s always summer
Where there’s the smoothest sand
Where you’ll fall in love
All the way in Never Neverland
Tommy Johnson Dec 2013
Waiting
Most of our time is wasted waiting
Gripping on to our patience as tightly and politely as we can
Standing, sweating
Breathing
Playing with our phones to avoid an awkward contact with unfamiliar eyes
Strenuous
Uncomfortable
Or is it just me?
Na
I look up and see 1, 2, 3, and 4 in a row
On their phones
6
6, counting me
Ah, now we can go inside
Tommy Johnson Dec 2013
Here’s one for those flying high
Freed from comatose
Feathered wings crafted from
Lessons and accomplishments

Flow the blood to my heart

Fingers type, sharpened tongues
Bad mouthing, still the eyes
Have yet to see what can be done

You hate me but you hold on
These flames are singeing my skin
It’s not lose or win
And honestly it’s partly my fault
I refuse to do it again

Here’s one for the vagrants
Rapscallions and put upon broken souls
Scowling at those who have it easy
Pushed away by the atrocious aristocrats    

Bring a thought to my mind

Blacked out during my birth
Late to my own funeral
But I was present my entire life

You say you love me but it hasn’t shown
These waves leave me water logged
I’d remember, you forgot
Just leave me out to dry
We can make a clean cut or let it rot

Bring an idea to my mind
An idea and it’s all mine

Flow the blood to my heart
Bring a thought to my mind
Listen to the heart beat
An idea and it’s all mine
Tommy Johnson Dec 2013
The slaves of their passion built this pyramid
But now there’s no sign of civilization
But ancient artifact have been found
The great migration to the underground

I look at the hieroglyphics on the wall
It’s an epic story oh I’ve seen it all
This place was taken by industry
Powered by fame and the illusion of money

They perverted the artist’s proud, heartfelt ways
Forced the true artists out for the ones who stayed
They create things that sound the same to us
Dropped their talent sold their souls to business

Lost their land to a cult of executives
So now they put out songs without messages
There puppets without any ideals
But it’s amazing for album sales

They were tempted by the glorious pop charts
Every follower goes by the formula
Produce garbage without connection
With no real emotion or expression

Their distorted auto tuned emptiness
All to be on TV and in magazines
Want exposure to be recognized
Their careers won’t fade they were never alive

This place *****, robbed lied to n even forgotten
The ones who stayed chained to the corporation
Not for the sake of art but for the money
Lack of feeling and effort plain to see

The slaves of their passion built this pyramid
But now there’s no sign of civilization
But ancient artifact have been found
The great migration to the underground

Can’t understand what their saying
Fan base is alienated
Rather be an icon than a star
The space between performer and audience grows more and more

So the true artists have left n disappeared
They’ve been out of sight for many many years
There somewhere where you don’t need to be in style
Might not find them at the left of the dial

No they don’t care about TV or radio
They just want to make something with all their soul
They are all now opposed to the fame
Crossing their fingers it won’t be the next craze

But today we still have the artifacts
Amazing and impressive sounds of the past
Better than the sell outs we all know
Talent, determination, originality flow

The slaves of their passion built this pyramid
But now there’s no sign of civilization
But ancient artifact have been found
The great migration to the underground

Someone poisoned the main stream
So now it’s the same to me
Did I read the hieroglyphics wrong I don’t know?
But it was the rise, fall and return of rock n roll
Tommy Johnson Dec 2013
Home
Home is where you make it
Home
Home is where you take it
And where you place it

Place it in people
Those who share love

Place it in nature
Toss it into the sky above

A house and home are separate
A house is just a place, where you can make it

My home is in you
And you and you

Your home is with me
Where there is peace

From a house made of glass
To that little patch of grass
Everything in between is where I reside

I’m so humble, I’m enthralled
Just to live in this world

So many places to be
So many things to be
I want to make them all my home

Making memories
Building bridges
In every end
There’s a new beginning

Look at this
Look at that
Present, future, past
There’s nothing to regret

I am me
She is her
He is him
And that’s just the thing

We are home
Wherever we all go
Home is where you make it
Home is where you take it
And where you place it

Whether on your own
When you’re all alone
If you look hard enough
You’ll find your home
Just bring a piece of it everywhere you go
And you are home
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