Monthly Archives: October 2015

Inexpressible

Verse 1
You can never know in full, the way
That you’ve sincerely touched my heart,
The words I see as works of art,
Brushed and tinted, gently passing summer days,
The feelings I wish I could say
So that you would truly understand
Are truly inexpressible with words

Chorus 1
This is how I know you,
Through all that you do
I can clearly see your soul,
And though the world seems harsh
And life may spin out of our control,
There is beauty in the music within you,
And this is why
I
Love you

Verse 2
The music floating in the air
A unique canvas all its’ own
An ordered chaos, gently thrown
Is made of notes that somehow you put there
They are the feelings I wish I could say
So that I’d be truly understood
And they can’t really be expressed in words

Chorus 2
This is how I know you,
Through all that you say,
I can clearly see your soul,
And though the world seems harsh
And life may spin out of our control,
There is beauty in the words the music plays,
And this is why
I
Love you

Verse 3
You may never really understand,
But I know I’ve heard your life sing
The words, emotions, coloring
Your palette, thoughts, like the tides and sand,
They are the feelings you can’t ever say,
But know that I do understand
Feelings we’ve tried to say with feeble words

Bridge:
And because of what I hear you sing,
There are novels in my heart,
There’s a studio full of art,
A library of love poetry,
All written for you, by me,
If I could only tell you everything…

Chorus 3
This is how I know you,
In the portrait I can’t paint
I can clearly see your soul,
And though the world seems harsh
And life may spin out of our control,
There is beauty to admire in every day,
(In you, it’s true)
And this is why
I
Love you

Harmonic Discord

Harmonic Discord, Michael N. Johns, 10/7/2015

You used to kiss with all your heart, whenever you kissed me,
The score of life seemed beautiful, and blessed with harmony,
Then there were times, and life’s events, I sometimes felt ignored,
But I loved you, we muddled through occasional discord,
Those kisses changed over time, you thought I wouldn’t notice,
Our music, despite busy notes, decrescendoed in its’ bliss,
I missed the fire and tried to kindle romance, but I failed,
Somewhere your expectations were impossibly detailed,
Now you’ve become mechanical, as we play the days’ score,
What can I do to win you back, the music to restore?
You say “yes,” but your kiss says “no,” I take a measured rest,
I want the symphony, but hear a triangle at best,
I’ve offered you my heart, and all I am, and I want more.
You say that we’re ok, but I hate harmonic discord.

I Don’t Want To Ask Why

Your favorite color was purple,
Because “there’s no rhyme for that.”
Your humor was a sure pull,
My heart stepped right into your trap,

You were the violet
Crushed by the heel,
I asked the universe,
Don’t make me feel
There was something to be done,
So you could be saved,
Any explanation,
Or something to say,
I
Don’t want to ask why.

I was caught watching your stormy life,
Hating it, waiting for the end of your ordeal,
Under his sick psychological knife,
Wishing for your freedom to be real,

But You were the violet
Crushed by the heel.
I asked the universe,
Don’t make me feel
There was something to be done,
So you could be saved,
Some explanation,
Or something to say,
I
Don’t want to ask why.

But I want to know
Why we couldn’t be free
Why we couldn’t escape
from our chained history
Why I loved you so
I want to know
Why my heart has a hole,
Why was the answer, “no?”

And why?

Why

You were the violet
Crushed by the heel
I asked the universe,
Don’t make me feel
There was something to be done,
So you could be saved,
Some explanation,
Or something to say,
But I
Don’t want to ask why.

“Thy Adam, …The Fallen Angel”

“Thy Adam, …The Fallen Angel”

Desperate, I tried to put a stitch in time,
Polarized, charged, to resurrect
The picture I had of us, perfect.
Alas, I should have put in nine,
Or nine thousand, nine hundred ninety nine,
With jewels and amperage to restart
Your damned, dead, ungrateful, hateful heart.
Even if my own very life were forfeit,
It would be a gift deemed less than adequate.
Michael N. Johns, 10/5/2015

This piece was inspired by a quote from Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein: “I ought to be thy Adam; but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed.”