The Conception

© Micah Justice 2010

I used to float upon the waves,

Trapped but feeling free,

Working to eat but gorging

On the sweet ocean serenity.

I used to travel the channel

From hypocrisy to God and I’s island

Where the yellow blooms blanketed

The hillside and the bloated sleek seals

Barked at the incoming aliens.

The motion moved me

The waves soothed me

Amongst the lack of the man made

I enjoyed the peace God made. 

Written by Micah Justice ã Micah Justice 4/17/09

The words on this page mix with the music in my head

Your eyes go right through me

Does it mean my heart is translucent?

Or does it mean these words are dead?

I watch you and I can’t seem to find

The meaning in the words you spit

Yet I will stand here and listen

I am not ready to quit.

You are young, you are pretty,

things of my yester yore

I am bent, and broken,

old age has made this pen sore.

But these words in my head find a place on this page

Your eyes are, they are still on me

Does it mean you are empty,

Or does it mean I am read?

Cuz, the bottom line is, I’m alright with my product being the thing remembered

Rather than the dress I wore in a certain September

The bottom line is, people may not be watching, but they are listening and reading what it is… I said. 

Like Momma’s Always Do  Written by Micah Justice © Micah Justice 4/20/2009

When I’m gone will you remember the way I would lightly touch your face? 

The butterfly kisses with our eyes, the way I’d always let you state your case?

Will you remember?

Will it be the same when you are grown and gone? 

In the world , out there movin on?

Will ya love me like you do?  Still look up to me too?

 Will you come to me to dry your tears?  Will you come to me to ease your goodbyes?  Will you still love me like you do?

Can I still guide you, be the voice with in your head?  Encourage right from wrong, keep your strong?  Can I still love you like a momma always do?

My dear sweet love, sent from above, always remember this…I’m right behind you to pick you up after your first fall, your first love, your first lost.

I’m your first boss, watching you throughout your life.  Praying you keep yourself right, but no matter what, I’ll love you like momma’s always do. 

Will you come to my funeral? © Micah Justice 2010

Went to rub away the pain

Found out I might take my life away

If I die tomorrow   Will I have lived today?

Will I be running from the devil or will I be flying away?

Will I be watching  or praying for my sin?

The ones I couldn’t bear and did over and over again

When I die will you cry

Will everything be the same?

When I’m gone, you have the song, I want to sing along

They say take a number, get in line

Take my blood then take their time

Something grows inside my chest,

Is it fear, pain, will I lay at rest?

Found out I might take my life away

If I die tomorrow   Will I have lived today?

Give me Lions © Micah Justice

Give me the lions to amplify my voice

Give me the strength to stand upon their backs

Let them carry me, without anxiety

Let me follow you and you fulfill our needs

Let me raise my own standards without fear of our failure

I’m tired of wasting time trying not to waste time

Help me fight yet learn to surrender

The Demise of the Wise © Micah Justice

Once again

In front of people

I’m not the only one…

Who sees it?

Here what I hear…

Words said in vain.

Joy being shoved away

Love being turned to shame.

Help me to stand up

Be able to walk today

Help me to not have to worry

When your love strikes me as hurried. 

Help me stay

standing strong…

Even,

When you do me wrong.

Where is Self © Micah Justice

I am in my words,

My actions, My thoughts, My loves

I am in the kiss, the handshake, the look

I take you with me, and you become part

Of me.

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Living Poetry