Kill Him

He sent…

Cold wind through the wake of a wonderful woman

BLINDLY… blew breezes to backpedal time

Sent spiders to crawl on emotion-filled boils

The puss of which stems from no victimless crime

But a hollowed-out mind.

Her love was his CREED

But love never created a heart that won’t bleed.

Their love…effervescent

Beautiful union…evanescent

His eyes can’t sympathize with devilish cries

The soul-less…the cognitively paralyzed

That day was the day that the evil twin died.

His real name is truth. His love never lied.

Death to the blind in this Gemini.

uncalculated

Killing all things that violate my path

I suffer from unadulterated bouts of bad math

What makes these words bubble up with formless wrath?

Misdirection has led me to fight the comfort of my rod and my staff

In love with my pain

I’m a hydraulic mechanical bull with no chains

When this uber-tainted blood begins to pump through my veins

I’m confused about which vessel to pursue

I charge right through

No brakes, blind-folded, unrestrained….damn fool

I must kill this disease before it ends up killing…who?

Utopia

I am…

sublimely sensitized to our serendipitous manifestations of the auspicious

overcoming superficial, surreptitious, and salacious thoughts of impure insalubrity

to achieve a soulful, sanctified, symbiotic manifestation of Shangri-la

…with you

Free Love

What I love in life…is free

It is what’s here and has always been there

It’s formless…not round, not circular, not square

It’s what I don’t need a dime for…

It’s what I don’t need time for….

It’s unconstrained, unconvinced, but not unrequited

It’s not commonplace or common sense, but undivided

It doesn’t need symbols or signs to exist

It doesn’t need a lavish ceremony….just a tryst

It doesn’t conflate the contents of the box with the lines

Always satisfies the soul…never satisfies the mind

And it can never be mine. Love is free…

…and Love is free.

Jason Parker Johnson

© 2009

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Still alive...

A throwback to start it off....

Darkness is Light

As I sink into my chamber of darkness
Extinguish my candle and disappear into the depths of nowhere
I close my eyes and feel everything and exist everywhere
While the darkness becomes the guiding light into my own soul
Traveling through the 4th dimension
I can make up for lost time and recreate my mission
I can rectify the wrongs inflicted upon me by me
And heal internally what can only be damaged by my own self-neglect
In this place there exists no panel of judges
Nor can these walls converse or penetrate my mind
The outside world is in complete and total silence
Except for some soulful music essential to life and all its pleasures
And through this darkness
I can see a vision for tomorrow
I can see what the sun won't let me
Deriving these psychic energies from the moon
As they breed in this pure serenity I call my castle
And it's calling me

Jason Parker Johnson
10/18/01