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Tommy Johnson Dec 2013
First ingest
Then forget
Endless shades of gray
Dampers our salvation of today
Everything closed
Was at one point open
For but a minute

Pocket lint
Ah
It’s mine
Just mine
All alone
To realize
Tommy Johnson Dec 2013
My lord, the lady of death approaches
She brings a note unfolding the plans
Of your untimely assassination
A shroud of blackness surrounds your chambers
No locks can prevent her from entering

Your eyes widen as you read
The message, so detailed, so terrifyingly distressing
Holding on to the last moments
So this event can never transpire

She turns
And walks

Heels tapping every step

Leaving you in a state of fear and angst
You don’t have much time

The seconds draw the minutes closer
Dragging your expiration along with is

A premonition
A prediction or maybe a hidden mission

Plotting the downfall of our king
A revolt a mutiny, a revolution
"Guard the doors!",  it won’t do any good

Panicking, twitching, sobbing, break down
And cry on the floor pleading to the gods
“No, no let it not be true!”

You look in the mirror and think

“This war, the famine, the toil in our kingdom and country it falls on me”

Before you even realize there’s a problem, death comes upon you

Never getting a chance to right your wrongs to redeem yourself

The note reads:
“The time has come. The time has come. A deal was made and our end is complete now you must hold your end.  One thousand breaths for a seat on the throne, when the sun goes down on this day your soul shall be taken.”

Oh why, why, why?
What a terrible bargain that was made
This poor man cannot be saved
For he has signed his named
And now he’ll die in shame

The lady shall return at dusk
Do not let her pass the gates

He writes letters of goodbye to the queen and their children
He says to me “you my most loyal and trusted subject, stay with me in my final hours. Pass on my story. A tale of deception and agony. Please don’t leave me.”

I nodded and agreed

The final hour of sun was coming to an end
The time has come

He sits staring out the window
His back turned to me, he prays

I brandish a long dagger
Place my hand on his shoulder rubbing in a friendly reassurance all will be well

He looks back at me, screams, jumps up and out of the window to his death
The transaction was complete

Now the lady of death comes for me
Contracts
Contracts
Tommy Johnson Dec 2013
Belief and faith
Guided by a deity
But the virtues and morals placed on me
I do not believe so

No religion or cult has proof or disproof
They believe what they believe

Symbols have different meanings in different eyes

Parallel philosophies in different lives

From witchcraft
To a black mass

A hanging cross
Paradise lost

Psychics and telepaths
Seems hokey

But it’s possible it sounds to me

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Well, the beholder might be blind

Or maybe we’re not in the universal mind
I believe in giving everything a chance
Taking what makes sense to me
And kindly placing down what I can’t dig
Tommy Johnson Dec 2013
We are given life
We are given our lives
Then we are told
What the way to live our lives has been for years

You get a name
You learn a language
You hear the rules
You follow for you do not know any better
Tommy Johnson Dec 2013
I feel the spirits of the world around me
Going insane, craving, sporadic and tense
Incompetent leaders yearning for another million dollar investment
Disregarding the question of right and wrong
Tommy Johnson Dec 2013
Young hearts
Never still
Always wanting more
Be still my hungry heart
Hunting

It speaks
Explodes, sputters and sparks
Hear what it says
When you see the face
Listen to it speaking

My hear is young
It is never sure
It goes on instinct
Hopeful and naïve
Living beat by beat

Deep inside me
Someone has a hold of it
And that someone is mine
Bet we’ve never met
But we will

We’re all meant for someone
So they say
The first kiss
Now they marry
Boy and girl
Boy and boy
Girl and girl
Young hearts of the world
Tommy Johnson Dec 2013
Dance
Round in circles
I see her smile
Wide-eyed in wonder

The piano chiming away
As she glides across the floor

Skin so pale
Brown hair in a bun
Her cheeks rosy
And her teeth white

So graceful
Like the snowfall
Just out the window

But something is askew
Am I the only one who sees?
Do I only notice?
She is bleeding

A horrid ****
On her lower back
It begins to gush
Staining the dress
“Look!”
“Look!”
I shout
They all fix their eyes on her
She falls to the floor still smiling

Her last dance
She’d gotten it
Now she can die
Smiling
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