Writing

My Art

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Volume One


 

 

 

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My Art”

 

The Pain becomes my words

The knife is my pen

and my body the canvas

my sedative is my Cannabis

and everything else is just material

A life so unreal, to numb to feel.

Murdered before I was born

pray to god my heart was torn

why is self-mutilation so taboo?

the sky is not always fucking blue

I write what I feel, and I cut to heal

this is my Art

A picture of the moment

A picture of the torment

The pain will always be there

weather on paper or not

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(Updated; From Psycho- Confessions)

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"Yo-Yo"

by Jeph Johnson

 

when I'm
down
my poems
shorten
to haiku superficial
happiness
on the surface and the string
is taut
during one time
of depression
my poems were non-existent
when I'm
up
my odes
go on and on
to novel multi-faceted
depression
layered and the string
is loose
during a period
of elation
my writing wouldn't stop

Author's Notes/Comments: 

2002 

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"Beneath the Bourgeoisie"

by Jeph Johnson

 

Some have been blessed
With the gift (when others fail)
To rhyme their dreams
With their esteem
Yet try to no avail
To satisfy the longing
To redirect their prose
To reconvey
The words they say
And make their best thoughts known

 

Others have been cursed
And plagued by the mundane
Proficiency
To distance the
Ways they ascertain
From other propaganda
That's utilized with force
Wed information
With exaggeration
And then demand divorce

 

So I sit calm and lonely
And ponder destiny
My attitude
Seems destitute
Beneath the bourgeoisie
But when my pen hits paper
Words flow in frantic rhymes
Onto the page
While disengaging
Passion from my mind

Author's Notes/Comments: 

2001 

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"What it Takes"

by Jeph Johnson

 

what it takes
is what comes next
the line that follows
explains it best
describes the method
in context
what it takes
I try to guess

Author's Notes/Comments: 

circa 2000 

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"Veil"

by Jeph Johnson

 

despite the night
I see things clearly
merely muddled unobscured
as clouds float by
my dream arrives
provided I dissect the words
inspect, absorb, almost digest
in jest I laugh misunderstood
now I would venture up a guess
unless I knew I never could

Author's Notes/Comments: 

circa 2000 

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"What to Write"

by Jeph Johnson

 

I discovered what song to sing
while turning through the stations.
My clock radio was ringing
and stirring my relaxation.
The music I was hearing
had me feeling new vibrations,
so with a new awakening
and without hesitation
I got up and everything
I'd dreamt with fascination
became a part of this song I sing,
a brand new revelation.
Things to me had new meaning
and reasons idealization.
Thoughts deep and random convening,
I began tackling observation
by getting out my pen and ink
and in some desperation,
on paper, in late evening,
produced this presentation.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

circa 2000 

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"Empty Page Limerick"

by Jeph Johnson

 

An empty page
entices rage
drawing the ink's flow.
When it's down
my thoughts turn 'round
and rest; where do they go?

 

To understand
what this hand
has placed upon this page
I must think back
fend off attack
for now my mind has changed.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

1985 

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"Only Wish"

by Jeph Johnson

 

Damned creativity!
I toss up my hands in vain-
For my inspiration is gone...long gone
and with my last I've feigned.
Must I turn my practice inward?
For unattained my quest
to fulfill endearment towards
fairness manifest.
Rest assured my voyage
more than thrice has ran its course
and more than twentyfold my passion
could not find its source.
When the end has found me
blankly staring at a wall
you may imagine my thoughts a muse,
But there is none to recall.
For when time finally hits me
and I fall prey to nothingness,
remember that my only wish
was for someone to caress...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

circa 1999 

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"Block Overturned"

by Jeph Johnson

 

The block overturned
No freedom in seclusion
Only avoidance-an end to gumption
Inspiration-attitude
I decide faith and belief are not the same
Action-reaction
Sloth-slumber
I'm too tired to argue semantics...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

2001 

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