Trips, memory and imagination

Straight in; not a long trip, 
I feel it substantially.
Not long after,
another trip.

Fast paced service,
dizzy delivery.
I'm speeding down an unknown lane, 
going somewhere I've never been.
I'm not alone; 
a very familiar companion 
by my side,
and my mind,
and in here too.

I arrive, I am alive,
I feel it substantially.
I get to see you again,
I am happy;
I feel it substantially.
This place has a feel to it,
I spend considerable time with you in it. 
But not for long.
I leave, but
I get to see you again.
Oh how you've changed,
things are quite different now.
I feel it deeply.

By Emmanuel Johnson

One thing truly never left

This new journey of mine,
I have treaded; still treading.
Treading never ending.
Well, so it seems.
My days have been favoured coatings, 
flavoured blisters in my mind,
ever pushing. Filters I now find,
ever reminding, like I ever forgot. 
Well, maybe I did.
Filters crying out; every now and then; 
never forget why you parted;
this is all you truly wanted.
To live the life in the count,
and walk the walk on the mount. 
Living the life in the count,
walking the walk on the mount.

By Emmanuel Johnson

Morning sessions

This regret of mine, oh this regret,
words not said, feelings not felt.
I try to be the best that I can be,
my effort laid to waste by this trip.
I wish I could slip to retrace time.
I was alive, in the moment, but empty now.
You filled me, but all I am now is hollow;
a hole where my heart was, in this time apart.
Regrets persist, I know I must, let go.
But to lose this feeling, this sadness, is to lose you.
To choose you or do I choose me?

By Adetiloye, Maybelle, Emmanuel Johnson

Everything is meaningless

Till and toil the soil,
for you never know what you might find.
Till and toil the soil,
toil and sorrow till sun up.
Sorrow for tomorrow, for now, then later.
Then later, much later, comes the smiles that waver,
pain for so little gain; was it worth it? I ask.
Down the road, not far, I know a thing that sparks.
Not too far I promise, a gem that sparks.
Though life doesn’t seem a walk in the park,
The feel I feel, is what I must lay.
Because life comes with it swirls and whirls,
and in the midst of the wind and grind; some fun I must find.

By Maybelle, Emmanuel Johnson, Adetiloye

Revelation in thine

Running down the isle of hope,
I fall beneath the murky waters of doubt.
Trying to hold onto the steady branches of faith,
I slip into the warmth of you.
Holding onto the tendrils of grace,
bewildered by the sprite of your face.
Your life, your all, I feel your everything;
your wings beneath my feet lifting me high,
above the skies, above the tides.
And on the day, in time and space
when salvation shall come,
I shall behold your love.


By Emmanuel Johnson, Adetiloye, Maybelle.

On time

Here now,
gone then, but now.
My vigour covers my eyes like a veil
and suffocates me like thick smoke.
Yet, I walk firmly; my eyes covered still, 
with a wide smile on my face;
till I stumble and fall.
I was blinded all along.
How did I not realise this?
I contemplate.
I repent.
There is no repentance without forsaking, 
so I shed off old skin.
Only now do I see
I am truly alive;
what a glorious occasion!

By Emmanuel Johnson

Madness or the surreal grandeur of love

I finally made it out the madness outside; 
with a hot cup of tea in my hand,
I take a seat, I get comfortable.
I look away from my book,
what do I see?
A man and woman in love.
He contemplates, then says to her: 
when you think of me,
I wish that
you shall see me
for all I tried and failed to be.
She says to him:
on these streets cemented
with memories of us
shall I walk with you day by day.
I take a sip and say to myself:
I finally made it to the madness inside.

By Emmanuel Johnson

When the lights fade

You are the best thing to ever happen to me. 
The springs of my life shoot
with everlasting meaning
and encouragement for whatever
tomorrow shall bring. 
Today, tomorrow, 
now, forever, 
happiness, sadness, 
wisdom, folly
are all meaningless without you.
My life was incomplete without you, 
before you came by.
You complete my life, thank you for that. 
I rejoice,
I bless the day,
I felt your touch.
The day I was reunited with your love. 
The day I was reunited with your love.

By Emmanuel Johnson

Closing nights

As long as you are with me, 
I am happy
I am safe
I am complete.
Take me with you.
Wherever you go I go.
Wherever you dwell I dwell.
Whatever you hate I hate.
Whatever you are,
I shall be.
As the performers get ready to perform, 
and the watchers get ready to watch;
in this grand hall filled with many colours, 
right here shall I sit,
writing on the ground,
uttering words unlawful to be heard.

By Emmanuel Johnson

Dying Daily

Those who came before us 
lived and made choices which 
eventually led us where we are. 
Some of them were good,
but others bad.
Without them, we wouldn't be 
who or where we are,
and that is a bitter truth
of life.
Therefore, banish
anxiety from your heart
and humbly accept this truth, 
and strive, with all your might, 
to live out
the best of everything
that has gone into you,
for the sake of
those who shall come after us.

By Emmanuel Johnson