by Jeph Johnson

one second of
is better than
one hour of
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I Choose Love

If I am free to choose the person I can be
Then I choose love and kindness, love and compassion, love and generosity.

I choose love and happiness, love and acceptance, love and beauty in all I see
I choose love for every creature on the for all my family.

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       Kindness is like the nectar,


Kindness is like the affable virus,


Kindness is as soothing as the moonlit night,


Kindness is beautiful like the eagle’s flight.




Kindness is a part of civilisation,


Kindness is a godly sensation,


Kindness gives birth to elation,


Kindness is human in conclusion.



Kindness is like the flower,

Kindness makes us smile ever.

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Dayna Morales, ever heard of her? I didn’t until just the other day

She’s a waitress in New Jersey who wasn’t tipped simply because she is gay.


Not because the service was poor, the food was awful or there was a long delay

No, Dayna didn’t receive a tip for the sole purpose...she is gay.


In lieu of a tip a note was left on the receipt right next to the butter knife

Saying I’m sorry I cannot tip you as I don’t agree with how you live your life.


It’s interesting to note Dayna hadn’t a clue and it was only after the service was complete

That she noticed the non-tippers cowardly message on the bottom of her receipt.


Not leaving a tip because someone is gay is as illogical, I surmise,

As not leaving a tip because you didn’t like her height...or the color of her eyes.


Dayna doesn’t have a choice of who she is anymore than you or than me

No, the only woman who had a choice in that restaurant chose ignorance and bigotry.

I do feel sorry for Dayna and the bigotry she endured I deplore

But in some ways, because of her ignorance, I feel sorry for the non-tipper more.


For I bet she didn’t know Dayna was a former marine who battled unselfishly

So every person, even the non-tippers, could live in a land that is free.


Of course that shouldn’t have mattered. Dayna did not deserve her enmity.

She deserved to be treated as a human being, with respect and dignity.


Isn’t that what we all wish for? It’s not such a lofty aim

For everyone, no matter who they are, to be treated exactly the same.


Wouldn’t it be wonderful if people were accepting of others and were kind just for kindness sake?


And just so you know Miss Non-Tipper, that’s a choice every one of us can make.

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The Irony Of Possession




keeping someone locked 

inside a chamber or a cell

is not a punishment to them,

as much it is your own self made hell.


accept the delusion,

within your mind,

you will then be free,

and life will be more kind.


you're nobody different,

from anyone else in this game,

half of you is different,

and half is the same.


so we are all different,

and we are all the same,

but you seem not to want to accept that,

you still want to think your 100% special,


that, to me,

is a pitiful shame.



5:37 PM 7/18/2013 ©



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Love Is Different For Each Person





Love is a delusion,

And yet it is everything we see,

This delusion lives in you, 

And it also lives in me,

For no one has proven 

That it even exists,

This makes people angry sometimes,

And can cause to make them really pissed,

But 'delusion' is just a word,

To explain a point in time,

A marker, a place in space,

Like an unspoken word of the poet's rhyme,

Above is below us,

And this has been found to be proven,

So there is no sense in getting angry over it,

To be angry over it isn't even behooven,

It is wasted energy to be angry about nothing,

Especially a delusion, that has never been proven!!




Live your life trying to be love.

Be the change you want to see in your life,

and the world around you.

You will find it becomes contagious. 





Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is about words and how they affect people when they are read without the heart present.

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Essences Of Love

Love, Romance







Rush not into the fires of passion,

Merely let them be, and embrace each moment.

Connect each glance and savor each breath,

Stretch every smile, even honor its death,

Embracing the fullness of each minute that passes,

Opening each cranny as it fits into life's passages,

Sharing the essence of what we're made of,

For passion is fleeting but this sharing is love....


2013 ©


Inspired by the beautiful words of CEVance




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i am you






i am sunrise,

                 a fog,

           a lily pad

        floating in 

      a pond--



           --(no frog)--



i am an angel,

                                  dressed in black velvet,

and I only allow the light on my face

                     when the moon

 cannot be seen 

at night,

    to wimper among the rhythm of 

                 slithering snakes in

      the cool night sands,



i am macerated flesh of 

           a wild animal,


   to dry out after the feasting of

              hungry wolves,



i am a feild of daisies,

            and you have severed my lifeline 

                  to place me 


        your great-grandmother's hand made

                        doily for your 




i am an onion,

         bursting with pungent juices

                            to make the tears fall from 

         your eyes like a torrential 


     in the worst of droughts,



i am hell fire

          to infinity




       i am waiting for 




i am the gleam

         of a child's 

                        face on    

 christmas morning,

                     and the killer's

grin of      





and i am the untamed

                     ogre of

grief, the

              grim rapist,

that entices

 your anger,

                                a predator

lusting after your





i am the regurgitation of man's worst crime,



                 fear, hope,

                         and desire,

that wallow

 like poison in the pit of his





i feel,









11:58 PM 7/7/2013  ©



Author's Notes/Comments: 

just about how everyone feels things. one thing we all have---feelings.good, bad, indifferent....ugly.



Tagged on 6/26/14 ec.

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The Way Of Ignorance

All this time,

You were thinking 

I had nothing to say,

The cockamamie way of

Those who blind you,

Blurring your reality,

Bringing you only

What is meant for you to 












Act on,






It is such 

An Intentional

Violation to

Your being,

And to society

As a whole, 

The obsession with




The removal

Of free-thought,


With malicious intent,


Infects us all,

And strips away,

Chiseling at all

That inspires








And self-worth

Of the individual

Destroying any and all

Human rights.




The awareness

Of Divinity,

















All lost at everyone's cost.




To know,

To see,

And possess








And achieve




As it exists in 


The Ethics of Human Rights,


Is not possible


Under this 


Blindfold of deceit.




But the law 

Of opposites

Tells me,

That one must 

First know 

What having a veil

Over their eyes



Before knowing 


It is 




3:51 PM 6/30/2013 ©

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