JOY JOHNSON Poems

IT HAD ONLY SEEMED LIKE YESTERDAY WHEN THEIR WORLD CAME TO A CLOSE. ALL WAS IN MOTION, LIFES DAILY ROUTINE OF LABOR, PAY AN PLAY. THEN, IT HAPPENED. FIRST, THERE WAS AN AUDIBLE BOOM. SECOND, THERE WAS A STRIKING IGNITION OF A IMPOSING BANG, AND THIRD, THE UNRAVELING UPLIFT OF WATER. PEOPLE SNAPPED, CRACKLED AND THEN WERE DISENGAGED FROM THEIR FIGURATIVE BODIES. THEY HAD VANISHED. WHENCE THE FIERY FUMES EXHIBITION OF HEAVY STORM AND GASES SMOKED THEM AS THEY ALL LAID THEIR BODIES DOWN DEAD. THE DEMOLISHED DEMOLITION DILEMMA OF REALITY HAD LIMITED OUR PERSPECTIVE ON MORTALITY. ALTHOUGH THEY FOUGHT FOR THEIR LIVES, THEIR LOVED ONES AND THE YEARS OF TOMORROW. THEIR DAYS WERE NOW GONE CONSUMED BY SORROW. WE LIVE TO APPRECIATE THE LIGHT OF THE SUN MARVELED BY ITS BRILLIANT SHOWCASE OF A RAINBOW COLORED SKY. MERELY WE ARE IN LIMBO A PLACE OF DARKNESS INTERLOCKED WITH THE AFTERMATH OF LIFE. THEOLOGICALLY AND SYSTEMATICALLY AS WE WAIT WHILE MIMICKING ON THE COLONIES OF REAL PEOPLE DEAD. WE LOOK ABOUT TO SEE OURSELVES ALIVE, 'DID GOD DO THIS? ' YES HE DESIGNED THE MODE IN AN IMAGE A REFLECTION OF SELF, WE HAVE ALL BEEN ACCOUNTED FOR SEPARATED FROM THOSE UNWORTHY DOUBLES. I FLOW BY FLOATING ON FEET MADE OF CLOUDS FOLLOWING THE SHADOWS THAT STAND IN AWE. ONE HOUR INTO THE DARKNESS HOW LONG MUST I TARRY I STAND NOT I AM GRUESOMELY OVERWHELMED BY VIVID IMAGINATIONS OF TALLIED ACCOUNTS AND EACH DOOR THAT LEADS TO THE CORRIDOR GLIDES ME TO EPISODES OF THE FORMER LIFE. THEY ARE THE LIVES THAT I LIVE OFF OF FOR THE EXCHANGE OF A NEW BODY. I WAS BORN TO LIVE FLAWLESSLY WAS I ENTANGLED BY A SUPERNATURAL ELEMENT OF SYMBOLISM. SHE ME, ME YOU, AND THEY THEM. 'COMPETENCE, ' I AM NOT GOING TO MOURN OVER LOST SOULS WHEN THE DEVIL NAMED LUCIFER YOU SEE HIM AS EVIL. SATAN BETRAYED THE ORIGINAL ARTICULATION BY SUPPLYING THEM WITH A DOSAGE OF HARLOT. THEREFORE, SUCCOMB NOT TO HIS TRIVIAL OF RECOMPENSE THE ANTI-CHRIST COULD NEVER TIE JESUS, HE WHO CAME AS THE SON OF GOD TO SAVE AND EASE MAN. THE LORD IS GOD HIS WORDS MADE OF FLESH HIS SPIRIT WE KNOW LIFE HEREAFTER IS SHOWERED BY SPIRITS OF MYSTICISM. NO MATTER HOW INEVITABLE YOU CANNOT GET IN THE HEIGHT IS TOO HIGH, THE DEPTH IS TOO DEEP AND THERE ARE TOO MANY STEPS TO TAKE AND THE FALL IS TOO STEEP. EACH STEP TO HEAVEN IS AS ONE DAY THE 1000 YEARS THOSE GONE BY TOO THE CLIMB IS FIERCE FOR THERE ARE MISSING STEPS, LOOSE NAILS, LOOSE BOARDS AND NO HANDRAILS. WHEREFORE, MY SPIRIT CONTINUES TO WAIT IN THE VALLEY OF SHADOWS IF ONLY I HAD MORE FAITH I WOULD HAVE HAD WINGS TO FLY. ABOVE ALL, JUST BELOW THE CLIMB THERE LAY 7 SEAS WHICH BRING TO MIND THE 7 DAYS THAT ONCE COMPOSED INTO ONE WEEK. IT TOOK THE LORD 7 DAYS TO CREATE THE EARTH THOSE 7 SPIRITS BELONG TO GOD. THE SEVEN CANDLESTICKS AND THE 7 CHURCHES BELONG TO HIS ELECT. THE SEVEN ANGELS WITH HOLDING THE 7 SEALS, SEVEN PLAGUES,7 TRUMPET, S AND SEVEN VANISHING CONTINENTS ALL BELONGED TO GOD. MOST IMPORTANT, WE ALL HAD 777 CHANCES TO GET IT RIGHT AND WITH THIS SAID I SAY AMEN.
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God Jehovah I Love You
I Say To You Hear Me Father
I Truly Do Love And Adore You
Within My Heart I Know You Say Sing To You
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Flowers spread out in fields of valleys
Blossoms of bloom bright colors blaze
Smells of scents replenish the systematic atmosphere
In this corner the winds blow breezy
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What does it matter who came first
were here all of us
I don't care what you say
whether you like it or not
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GOD SPOKE TO AMOS
ASKING HIM WHAT DID HE SEE

AMOS SPOKE TO GOD
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WHY WE WAIT
WHAT, WHEN, WHERE, WHO WAITS
WE WAIT TO COME INTO THE WORLD
THEY WAIT TO SEE WHAT WE GON BE
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It's cold outside, I felt the draft
Grounds of hard frozen ice
Clumps of chips all flaky frosted white
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Every day I wait among the shadows of dark corners,
Often it seems like half a season has come and gone.
As I became a set of babblers,
I am lapped by rubber wearing a loose tongue.
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All the times I waited for so long
Just for you to look my way
Knowing you disregard what I do
Continually I have watched over you
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I don't trust her
At first I did

At First I was glad to know her
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