She is an empress, goddess of the river
Weeping willows shade her, the life giver
We must praise her, and her gentle rapids
He is a lost and confused soul in labyrinth
She was his empress, his goddess of the river

His hair fluttered in the wind, the rhythm of the world
Her eyes shimmering in the sun set on the one she knows as the one
Her well-wisher, worthy fisherman
He wants to swim in her currents and he can
For he is the river goddess’s lover

Her crystal waters wash him
His kisses bring to her face an eternal smile
Her sandy rocky river bed exfoliate his feet
A promise of love they both intend to keep

I hate this
More than any other
I cringe at the thought
Our somber warmth disrupted
By a slash of winter
Blackberry winter
Closing my eyes
And preparing
For discontent
Here it comes
Insufferable splinter
Blackberry winter

The train blows through the town
Like an ***** in a steeple
Its whistle reverberates through the streets
Opening the eyes of the slumbering people
The sound leaks through my window
Through the dog’s door and my key hole

Bad drug deals, drunken arguments outside my door
Cats meowing and police sirens screaming
The wind rustling in a rushing roar
I’m blinded by the headlights gleaming

The smell of bud and gasoline fill my nose
My eyes have their bags packed
Please keep the volume low
On this three in the morning soundtrack

Sun gets past the blinds
Birds chirping mercilessly
Pancakes being burned
Let’s have at it

But first, I need my coffee

I know my affection for her is something that could be mistaken for lunacy
My urgent yearning may seem desperate
I’m infatuated with all her actions, approaches and bold tendencies

What do you think?

Can’t you see?
Passionate insanity

I strive to be her guiding guardian
Her undeniable beauty

Even when she’s leaving and a trail of hopeless anger blended with frustrated disgust follows
Because I know she’ll be back and she knows I’ll be here waiting

All of my soul
All of my life
All of myself
All of my love

All of the times
And the tell tale signs
This girl is rare
As we stare fondly into each other’s hearts

I’ve been to the west
I’ve been up north
I’ve seen the best
I’ve survived the worst

I’ve had nothing and I had it all
The cost of living, just something I can’t afford

I’m saving
Loose change
I’m saving

The checks I cash
The weeks I fast
Collection baskets passed
Oh how long will this time of strain last?

I’ve traveled to the east
I’ve driven down south
And its saying the very least
When I say I’m down and out

I’m saving
I’ll rearrange
I’m saving

The choice I make
The risk I take
It’s make or break
Life is no fun without gambling with high stakes

You know the cool advancements over the moon, you are self aware, you have locked the castle and you have the key
You are alive, but are you living?
New definitions of omnipotence
Add-ons to mythology and legends
Commemorate the mirages from our travels in the blazing desert
The rage is shaking Torrent Mountains
Our love is somewhere lost at sea
We’re being relocated to skid row by jubilant cherubs
Seminal Neanderthals are steadily cupping their hands to somehow try and avert their chances of getting short changed
We are living in the faded age
The sun is a soggy cancerous being
Nihilistic brigades pour out on to the bleak playing field and its side lines
Preserving the first shots on the non-guilty
Spiddles of blood on the adrenaline fuels catalyst of violence
The crickets and aphids are gassed
Birth, life, death, after life or after death
Forgo this bluff of nothingness, of course there's more
You go first into this quest; for the clarity that shatters the idea of our precipitous finales
      -Tommy Johnson

Emotions offbeat and concerning
The Dream Weaver
Laid on a snowy beach
Hand behind his head
In the serene landscape

“Hello friend”
“I am home”
“I’ve been gone for quite some time”

“And I must give you this”

“A flower”

“Its seed will give you the answers to all the questions ever asked”

“And you may die content”

“You are welcome”

“Now wake up”

       -Tommy Johnson