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Name: Xavier
Country: United States
State: Florida
Metro: Orlando
Birthday: 2/8/1974
Gender: Male


Interests: Writing poetry, drawing, and hanging with kewl peeps who enjoy life and learning new things.
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Thursday, April 27, 2006

Perception (my point of you…)           

 

 

You ask so very little

Without saying a single word

Consumed by thoughts and actions

Often of which, I am necessarily of no concern

I am drowning in this sea of loneliness

Created by me, hmm maybe?

 

Or is it a vivid projection?

Of perceptions, the signals I receive from you

These feelings barrel me down like a freight train

No time for love

No time for play

Ships that continuously pass in the night

And never come ashore

Here my perceptions tell me there must be more

Something isn’t right

So ill at ease, I can’t sleep through the night

Caught in a web woven of insecurities

That don’t completely stem from me

I weep for you-

 

Torn with grief of just what I should do

Am I limited by my imagination?

Is there some great machination at work here?

Bound by some sense of intuitiveness

Blazing my gut, until it stings the eyes

But I don’t have or can’t get the answers I desire, why?

 

Stuck upon a torrid past from which I may have forgiven,

Though I may never forget

Still you say it’s all a matter of perception, I need not fret

You know like I know

Feel almost as I feel

To wake from a dream so surreal

Where do we go from here?

Because you ask of me so much

Yet still say so little

I yield unto you, acquiesce to you

Yearn to kiss you, feel like I’m an integral part of you

To hold and be held as if by chance you would reveal

The love for me which you choose to conceal

 

 

Loneliness is not a perception

More like an infection, of the mind and body

That slowly floods into the spirit

When something is obviously missing

However, somehow, you will find a way

In order to belay this epitaph and tell me once again…

It’s all a matter of my perception.

Copyright © Xavier Johnson 2006

 

 

 

 



Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Currently Listening
Camp
By Various Artists
How Shall ISee You Through My Tears
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I hurt...

I am hurting on the inside

Organs twisted devouring me whole

I am impaired on the outside

From those malicious snipers

Who would take aim against my soul

I am smarting even now from the pain

Of relishing a great fear of the unknown

I have marred others slicing up victims

With tongue striking faster than a vipers

I’m hurting because I’m searching

for balance and of course security

This is my aching want and need

In so much distress over how to expel the grief

So that one day I may be able to sow a new seed

A blooming flower called Love.


Monday, February 20, 2006

No life, but nothing

No life, but nothing…

 

I’ve no life, but nothing

I’ve no thing to do

Except mediocre tasks

And sporadic conversations

To keep my attention complacent

I’ve no life, but nothing

There is no thing for me to do

Except maybe twiddle my thumbs

Or try to untwist my hair

I am nothing except…

Easily accessible

Readily available

A steadily flowing mental ATM machine

Everyone gets their fair take

Rarely are any deposits made

Yet, I am nothing except

Overly sensitive

With a hint of the intuitive

Seeking the light in life

Though I’ve stumbled into the dark

Watching the world go by

As other people go on

With their mundane chores

And all the stuff that goes in between

Like pumpin’ gas and cashin’ checks

For those who ain’t hip to direct deposit

Or goin’ out on Friday night

Not getting in until Sunday morning

I’m talking about that kind of weekend

I’ve no life, but nothing

I’ve no thing to do

But write…

Copyright © Xavier Johnson 2006

 

 

 

 


Tuesday, January 10, 2006

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N'Dea Davenport
By N'dea Davenport
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Aiight everyone settle down, I am back if not but for a short while. I just wanted to let you guys know how much I missed you all. And I know some of yall wanna know where the hell I've been. I've been occupied with love, preoccupied with finishing my first book of poetry, starting the second, and living life to the fullest. Like Mary J. said once " All I Really Want is to be Happy! I can honestly say that at this present moment in my life I am happy. I don't pretend when I tell my partner that he is dangerously close to making me severely and deliriously happy. He looks at me and says, "Yea, right, Abner."(lmao, we call ourselves a 65 year old married couple cause we never go anywhere) He has been my blessing, he inspires and fuels my desire to complete this book, a compilation of the thoughts my feelings my heart and my soul. Now I want yall to know that this entire process has been a labor of love and I will keep you guys posted on every step of the process and let you know as well how to get a copy. So on with the show...

First there was the selection process...I think this took up the most of my time, because unlike some more organized poets I wasn't keeping track of my stuff, until along came me and the internet. Which then lead me on joy ride with poetry across the net when at long last I landed at a sight and just submitted poem after poem, which fortunately for me archives your messages. This was my first and only online poetry group. So with that being sad, yall know what kind of work I had ahead of me, I had to go through manually and search and pull up every poem I had ever written over the past 5 years, and give them a good once over. Ok, I got all my poems right? Wrong? Forgot, had some things on Xanga that I hadn't posted at the previous site, so I had to scoot ova here and get my words....hehehe!! (I'm so delighted with myself right now, yall couldn't conceive) Moving right along...Got the words I needs from here and began my toil and turmoil ova what should stay and what should go. After months and weeks of deliberation sweat and frustration. I finally got it down into a feasibly sound looking manuscript, I can do my thang, right? Wrong again, (lol) I had to sit down and read through each and everyone find its flaw, catch its crutch and straighten it up...I'm talking bout some serious editing folks. I had the black pen for the first edit, red ink for the second, and blue for the final...as of right now, I'm still marking in red a bit. Which is where my baby, comes into to play, he did the layout for the book for me, since he is a pro with Adobe...which I think I will be taking a class on that program real soon, it does come in handy folks. After he worked he magic on my vision and the rest as I can say is history. Heeeheeeee, don't you wish you could be sitting ova my shoulder right at that moment when I am editing for the final draft before I send it in to the presses. Soon kiddies, real soon.

But enough with the suspense, the book is currently in review by some of my closest friends/peers at present. I wanted to do a test run with folks who will be honest and critical of my work without being hateful or spiteful or just plain vicious. Yall know how some of us do when we think someone's blessing is about to eclipse our own. So, please all I ask at this moment is for positive energy people. I am hoping that this book will reflect my nature to the world and share my words with your hearts.

Peace love light

Xavier


Saturday, January 07, 2006

Finding God

 

I found God

while walking down

the street one day

ambling along

taking snapshots

with my new digital camera

of the local scenery

like palm trees

and the few maple leaves

that happen to change

for Floridians this season

yet quite to my surprise

I found God

without opening my mouth

there He was

just as plain as can be

Why can't I find God

on the streets?

It seems that lately

niggas only find God

when they  greet the penitentiary

which by the way

isn't the only place

that He may be seen

Yet I found Him

right there tucked away

in a littler corner

the type of corner

that can be captured

in the perfect snapshot

He was right there

under my nose

the whole time

He's been talking to me

and He's been walking with me

even when I kept telling myself

I was alone

Still He was with me

I found God

the other day

just ambling along

taking snapshots

of the local scenery

just the other day

I found God

in me



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