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Levi Johnson Dec 2018
One
Third        asleep
    One          third
               At
              Work
   And
One
Third
Just

For
You
Levi Johnson Dec 2018
Another advertisement
Shamelessly attacking
Empathic people
With the capacity
To give.

I just wanna burn it.

Another persons corpse,
Crushed by the
Curse of the first world:
Consumption.

I just wanna burn it.

If slashed prices
And nice discounts
Outweigh the lives
Trampled out,

If going without
Luxury is harder
Than going out
Of your way to help
Others who are on
The precipice of
Helplessness,

If this is what
Christmas is,

I just wanna burn it.
It's not uncommon for people to be trampled to death in black Friday crowds. This world may be beyond help.
Levi Johnson Dec 2018
Of a few things,
Rarely true, but
Stinging of what
Blues singers sing.

I'm aware

Of pretty faces,
Saying things,
Going places,
Never placing
Their bets.

I'm aware

Of racing hearts,
Stationary minds,
Never finding
Time for breath.

I'm aware

Of quiet lives,
And daily drives,
Of hard work,
Of lonely nights.


I'm aware
Of all these scenes
But they're never as
The blues said they'd be.
Levi Johnson Dec 2018
Writings state:
It can't be that bad.
The pearly gates,
Or the pen and the pad.

Experiencing nothing
Is troubling because
Experiencing something
Is spoiling us.

The things we see
Once never were
And now that they are
We're left unsure

If the nothing before
Could be compared
To the nothing after
The grave is prepared.

So what is this?
Will we remember it?


Or is memory just a
Consequence
Of being conscious
Of this thing?
Death is scary.
Crow’s nest in the tree
Precariously nestled
Breeze rocks chicks to sleep
  Dec 2018 Levi Johnson
Dennis Willis
Ah revolution when is your time
as things have evolved
to a known way

Form, good form has been worked out
Rules codified and agreed upon

One half of the involved Humanity
Happy in the known
Known at last
Peace

The other half have had it
and are ready to blow it up
and start again
revolution

Usually these two are married


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
Levi Johnson Dec 2018
Sometimes
This little shadow
Creeps in through
The blinds at night
And searches through
My cupboards,
The ones that hide
Those kinds of things
I choose not to find,

And it makes
Such a racket,
That ghost of mine.
It just digs and
Scratches tiny
Holes in my mind.

Then I'm so distracted;
Plugging holes,
Closing cabinets inside
My head,
Set on dispatching
This shadow that's acting
Out every bad thing that's
Happened.

The disarming
Tactics
And dastardly
Antics of that
Shadowy *******
Are
Finally
Retracted

With a ringing,

From a dreadful
Machine on
My nightstand.
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