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Secret Loser

There is the winner

there is the looser

lost and surrounded

the winner has everything

that I ever wanted to be

the loser is I

the person never meant to be

the expendable and shadow of the hero

I never knew how great this magic was

held well in this inner power of magic

to grasp or repel to try and succeed

I was born with so much, immortality

A simple kiss will do

someone like you

I look in my reflection

and cannot sever the only connection

A simple hug will do

someone like you

there in the path where I don’t understand

beyond my knowledge I don’t commend

from someone like you

Open A’s open B’s

I can never seem to get them straight

my love, my mind, tell me I will fail

will I succeed in matters that seem so hard

will I breath in matters that dim so harsh

the winner never seems to worry

I never knew how great this magic was

held well in this inner power of magic

to grasp or repel and try just try to succeed

I was born with so much immortality

immortality. . .

This Poem / Song was inspired by my Guardian Angel Sarah. The composition went through quite a few revisions, original title was Sarrial, but it was changed because it sounded to much like cereal. It’s kind of a contradicition to the lyrics because I knew who her name, but I was capturing the moment when I didn’t have a name.

Read more: http://authspot.com/poetry/sarah-4/

No More Inspiratation

No more forever

which is what I just said

Yes its well extinguished

the end of the line is wrinkled and dead

chopped stopped into tiny little pieces

stop dropped into million stinking reasons

unbound, unbinded, the will has spoken and read

There is no more inspiration

no more inspiration

I don’t know what to do when there’s no conception

even though the world when others think Ive gone insain

even so, in a mind warped by fire I can’t make anyconnection

even through the eyes of the world I don’t believe I’vebeen insain

in the eyes of the world you think how easy it is fordestruction

There is no more inspiration

no more inspiration

I hate the feelings resolved around the word regret

its like a needle and thread stitching a cut together, itsinsain

I love the tingling feeling that alows me to unfold uponanother

I can see a rainbow appear after the morning showers

the sweet sound of birds chirping and a stream dippinginto the other

but still we see in the eyes of the world and think toourselves why bother?

I don’t know what to do when there’s no conception

even though the world when others think I’ve gone insain

even so, in a mind warped by fire I can’t make anyconnection

even through the eyes of the world I don’t believe I’vebeen insain

in the eyes of the world you think how easy it is fordestruction

There is no more inspiration

no more inspiration

This is a song I wrote about a girl I fell in love with in 1998 while I was going to school for Mechanical Design. She was a huge inspiration to my book "The King’s Retribution." She also helped me write the short story, "An Angel Visit." The song is about knowing what’s true to your heart and then letting it slip through your fingers before realizing it will never come back.

http://authspot.com/poetry/how-am-i-suppose-to-say/

Where It Goes

Stare into the aquarium

do you know my feeling of hate

silent death, for you see it comming

can you see the fear in your panic state

It walks to you, it crawls to you

you can’t believe its comming for you

it spins for you , it kills for you

you won’t believe its true

Look in my aquarium

can you see that it escaped

you better watch out for its comming

coming for you

you escape in fear for you life

It walks to you it crawls to you

you can’t believe its comming for you

it spins for you, it kills for you

you won’t believeits true

you won’t believe its you

You dare to look away

to see where it goes

your death is from my tarrantula

you dare to look away

to see where it goes

your death is from my tarrantula

lick your lips whipe the sweat

the clock ticks and your heart beats faster

the eight legs of death snap to you

because it wants you

you grow scared, you grow afraid

when you shiver in your sweat

what would you fear in your pathetic life?

will you ever see the sun again ?

Close your eyes and look away

just as it leaps at you and devours

your death is my tarrantula

you wont believe it’s true

you wont believe it’s you

You dare to look away

to see where it goes

your death is my tarrantula

you dare to look away

to see where it goes

your death is my tarrantula

you dare to look away

to see where it goes

your death is my tarrantula

where it goes

This song / poem is for the American people. The intention of this composition is the injustice that lies with the American public and deception of our own government that is suppose to be upholding our values of life and freedom. The chorus was in my head while I was biking home and upset with everything in this country. The rest of the lyrics came to me while sat down in front of the computer. What would ordinary people say about America 200 years ago? I think they would be disapointed.

http://authspot.com/poetry/what-would-ordinary-people-say/

For the Love of Tawdry

See the diamonds in such eyes

dark goddess eyes

and hair that match such desire

You would seek her hand if you dare

because you realize she was never met for you

with the sound of a cry and you will have died

the smile that lights up an dark chasm

you will never want to let go

No no no no no no

She’s my Tawdry

she’s my heart

when I fall apart

No no no no no no

she’s my Tawdry

she’s my heart

when I fall apart

No no no no no no

Look into her eyes and you will see the innosence

the heart of gold for the ones she cares

take a look into these eyes and tell me

tell me what do you see?

The love of Tawdry

You’ll seek her if you dare for she was never met for you

make her cry and you will have died

her smile light up an entire chasm

you will never want to let it go

No no no no no

She’s my Tawdry

she’s my heart

when I fall apart

No no no no no no

She’s my Tawdry

she’s my heart

when I fall apart.

This is probably the sadest song / poem I’ve ever written. I was in love with this girl from Russia and we were trying to make it work. She was very beautiful and was one of the reasons I decided to learn the russian language. You could probably find one of the songs I wrote in Russian + English was about her also. Well long story short I was very rude to her and told her that the only reason she was interested in me was because she wanted citizenship to the United States. I was led astray and given bad advice from a particular person, my mother. I’m not no mama’s boy, but she wasn’t supportive of any decisions I was making and good news I won’t be listening to anybody who’s going to get in the way of my happiness. That much is certain. The Russian girl never re-contacted me again, but after a year of absolute emotional pain I’m able to move on.

http://authspot.com/poetry/shes-not-coming-back/

It’s In Your Smile

I pass near to you as a cashier

you look at me with such sour eyes

I wonder, what is the matter?

Your so beautiful

you got everything

there is no reason

to feel failure

I come over to you

the fire to your imagination

I smile to lighten your inspiration

so listen to what I say

when I light your fire

I think its in your smile. . .

its in your smile

the truth that lies behind the white door

I think its in your smile . . .

its in your smile

the past of tears are wasted no more

I think its in your smile. . .

its in your smile

you will believe when running in the rain

its in your smile

I think its in your smile

its in your smile

I think its in yoursmile

in your smile

This song/poem is about a girl I liked a lot at a particular job I worked at. It’s one of those regrets that writers have, could’ve shoud’ve woul’ve, but didn’t and that’s exactly what it was. My ego got in the way of my heart and I wish I would have asked her out, but instead wrote this song. Sadly she quit her job at Cub Foods to be an interpreter for the deaf before I could give this composition to her. I utilized every part of her description and the job she was going into and here it is. She dyed her hair brown, but she was blonde and that’s why I called it Artic Blue. People don’t realize how beautiful the artic really is and nobody realized that she was a blonde except me and that was because she told me, but I already like her before I knew that.

http://authspot.com/poetry/artic-blue/

One Last Time

You were there when I was sick

You were there to hold my strength

you ordered me to not give up

you helped me see through the dark

Now that your hurt, agonizing in pain

I cant’ help to believe that you won’t be around

when I need you most out here in the rain

One last time

tell me who I am

One last handshake

tell me your past

one last tear

tell me you won’t go

I want you near me forever

You were there in Mid-summer light

playing traditional games and taught a child how to bekind

helping you when you’ve helped me learned

you know I’ll ever rest

One last time

tell me who I am

One last hand shake

tell me your past

one last tear

tell me you won’t go

I want your spirit with me forever

This poem was written about my grandmother. I decided to work with my sister Ariane who was the last person with her before she passed away and had her read the poem at her funeral, Ariane almost couldn’t finish it because it was so powerful. It was a sad day and it left me in quite a bit of pain, but inspired me to write "Depression Stays In Tears" and my short stories "She Says" and "A Visit From Grandma." You have to understand that our grandma was almost like another mom.

http://authspot.com/poetry/think-of-you-2/

This Is Where I Use To Live

Go on drive upon the streets

please tell me what you see?

flash backs of what lies in the past

normaly the years don’t go that fast

but they do, they do. . .

Take a look at the people I use to know

the neighborhood has changed so much

Houses immerge, people you would strive to know

that no one can remain a child no more

This is where I use to live

these were the games I played

these are the dreams that stayed

I know I wont forget you

Take a moment to speak

to look at the same old faces

reuniting with old friends

take a moment to walk through this old neighberhood

take time to notice a growing town

the trees have grown

the people are one

this was my home

This is where I use to live

these were the game I played

these are the dreams that stayed

I know I will never forget you

This song / poem was written for girl friend at the time. She was going through a time in her life where she was dis-trusting men and I wrote it and gave it to her. It was a start to a beautiful relationship and I smile when I read this.

http://authspot.com/poetry/butterfly-in-a-glass-jar/

Stay The Way You Are

I found such eyes

at once I grew to know

she found me

I felt it in my heart

from head and toe

I heard the voice enchant me and suddenly

it left me

Suddenly

I found myself, astray Far away

from your arms

Stay the way you are

I regret trying to tell you

all the ways to forget about me

and all the storms seen in this dark world

that has unfolded upon me

I’ll never know why

there are changes in such eyes

when trembling lips I tell you to

Stay the way you are

Its like the change in the weather

from Spring to Summer

like Fall to Winter

it gets cold and freezes in measure

I regret all the ways told to forget about me

and all the storms seeing in this dark world

has unfolded upon me

Suddenly

I found myself astray FarAway

from your arms

Stay the way you are Suddenly

I found myself astray FarAway

from your arms

Stay the way you are Suddenly

I found myself astray FarAway

from your arms

Stay the way you are

This song / poem is about the ultimate pain you could give a person who has done you wrong. I was visiting my chiropractor 10 years ago and we were talking about how the sublixations can lead to a lot of pain. The discs in the spine are very sensitive to the nerves. Similar to how the heart of a person is emotionaly. I thought how destructive it would be for a person to kidnap the person that hurt them emotionally, like a boyfriend or girlfriend and take a hammer and nine inch nails and begin striking the nails in certain points of thier spine. The chorus of the compositions was in my head, but the lyrics came latter after a few weeks.

http://authspot.com/poetry/driving-nails-down-your-spine/

SoulMate

WhenI can’t stop thinking about you

You know I won’t stop dreaming for you

sinceyour on my mind

I can’t let you go

The last words we spoke

the last week we spent together

Icould see it in your eyes that you were her

I say you were her

Sweetlove

sweetheart

crossyour heart

andhope to die

When I found out you’ve changed fom me

I feel the thunder in this chest when it strikes like lightning

it thrust me to the ground, when you strike me down

I can see your eyes looking upon me, below, where you let me down

youlet me down

Ifight this deception

uponthis one way road, a battled felt that I would die

unleashed like lightning I receive your dry kiss good-bye

Sweetlove

sweetheart

cross your heart

and hope to die

sweetlove

sweetheart

cross your heart

and hope to die

The sun sets littered with color I beg for it to stay

Iremember the days of lavender before we go our separate way

I find what eternity holds for us

you discover your identity

where I recover my sanity

you turn and say you will be there

you break away and stay away

with the dry spell you put a sway

why this came so sudden

I will never know

the secret to your heart (chorus)

A Song/Poem written around the same time as "Now It’s Time." This composition has the same meaning, which is getting revenge with the people in Junior High or High School for humiliating you. It couldn’t get more to the point.

http://authspot.com/poetry/real-6/

WhyDo They Pay To Be So Blind

Ireach out from my window

touchyour heart through shattered glass

Ican’t believe what I see

thesharp thorns and stones that guard your soul

Itslike the sun peaking at the earth

throughits own reflection

They don’t know what they’re looking at

nobodyknows when to be looked down upon like nightfall

it’slike the fangs of a wolf scavenging for food

theclaws of a tiger attacking its prey with each swing

good company will do anything to rip you by the root

Why do they see so blind

it seems they don’t understand

why are they so blind to see

the beauty possessed before them

whydo they fail to hear the words coming from my mouth

thatthey can’t feel the screams in my heart

why are they so disconnected to feel the beating of their heart

that Iendure the hate laid before them

Tears reach out to me with the cry for help from the cast of fear

I won’t let you down and deceive the wickedness you hear

threats of enchantment rip you down before you realize your in shame

it takes boldness to face them, the evil ravages over your life in blame

theywill do anything to make you cry and shout names from your mouth

Whydo they see so blind

that they don’t understand

whyare they so blind to see

thebeauty possessed before them

why do they hear so blind

that they can’t feel the screams in my heart

whyare they so blind to hear

the words of wisdom that I endure before them

This Poem / Song is about destruction, anger, hate and deceit. I was having a bad day and this was the end result.

http://authspot.com/poetry/damage-4/

LoveSlave

Proveyour heart

proveyour heart

proveyou heart

Takeadvantage

ofmy advantage

it’ll be a super advantage

take advantage

of your advantage

it’ll be a super advantage

I can feel your lips scrape up against mine

Ican feel your touch send shivers up my spine

Itsa super supper advantage

out there

it drives the rage

fright out from the cage

its the super supper advantage

I can feel your fingers scrape my chest

your eyes smile at me as I feel we will do our best

take advantage

of my advantage

it’ll be a super Advantage

take advantage

of your advantage

it’ll be a super advantage

The Flame

Can I find wisdom in these eyes

Is it the sign of hate?

Is it the sound of fear?

Where is the strength that gives me purpose to rise ?

I lost my way to your heart

in chaos of lost love

are the screams of blindness

when these become more of a struggle

and I don’t know where to start

I’ll raise my hands and call your name

Take a look in a mirror and look at who youare

searching time at what you will become

find the wisdom in your eyes

find the power in your heart to rise

remaining strength until you hear the power to rise

remain forever the flame. . . .

Ryan Keith Johnson

This song / poem is about my ex-girlfriends and girls I liked that could have turned out better than they were. Sometimes I’ve tried to think of what I could’ve done to save the relationship, but realized that it’s not the girl and the relationship that should be dwelled on, but what you learn from it to make the next relationship better and that is what’s worth keeping.

http://authspot.com/poetry/a-girl-like-you/

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