I LIED TO MYSELF

By
Myron J. Johnson
A.K.A
(THE GRIOT)

I lied to myself, and know not why, perhaps in Truth’s burning

light my illusions would die.
For love, for life , for joy and pain, I lied, I cried, I mained and
blamed.
In darkness I walked, protected by dreams, a pretender,
pretending to know what life means.
Like Houdini’s rival, with lies for survival, I escaped reality’s
realm
The Last Poet
By
Myron J. Johnson
A.K.A
( THE GRIOT )

The Last Poet creates no longer, romance with faith

has ceased, his love of life, it’s sorrows and strife,
once embraced is now released.

His pen no longer weaves the spells bewitching light

and sound, Hope no longer rules eternal, for Despair
wears the crown.

Every soul will shed a bitter tear, every heart is torn

asunder, every wish and dream, and all in between is
mourned and buried under.

Upon the breeze of Armageddon hangs the stench of

decay, but the Poet flesh, entombed, but blessed,
now awaits Judgement Day.

In darken chambers of future minds, upon the shelf of

forgotten rhymes, a past memory glows, It’s radiance
grew stronger as mankind hungers to know.
 In dazzling splendor the light took form, and the
hearts and mind of man was charmed, and each
proclaimed the heavenly intercession as they
witnessed The Last Poet’s resurrection!!!

WHO AM I !!!
By
Myron J. Johnson
A.K.A
( THE GRIOT )

I’ve seen the womb that bore me! My skin has felt the
dampness of the jungle’s tropical chill, and I’ve
hungered and tasted the fresh blood of the kill.

Danced, Oh how my spirit moved to the rhythmic

thrustings of the drums, echoing to the wind, my
heart have raced with the cheetah, and I’ve slept
peacefully in the Lion’s den.

In silken splendor, I’ve rested upon Solomon’s golden

throne, soothed by eloquent poets and the musician’s
melodious tones.

I’ve died in many battles, been victorious through

many wars, fed and cried for children afflicted, but
caused a thousand vicious scars.
I’ve carried the Chains of Slavery, shackled round my
legs and neck, my soul has rocked and swayed to the
sad, hopeless songs hummed below Slave Ship decks.

I’ve seen The Mother Land, exotic, savage and free,

once blessed above all, now raped endlessly!!!

I’ve heard Her woes, and recorded Her deeds, the

poor, confused, unwilling Whore of Greed!!!
I’ve climbed from the bottom of a Pit of Madness,
seeking the Face of GOD, saddled and rode The Pale
Horse of Death, betting odds!!!

Who am I, you ask!

Is this the question you implore?
I’m that part of your soul you fail to
explore!
I’m your brother!!!

A
LETTER
TO
LONELINESS
By
Myron J. Johnson
A.K.A
( THE GRIOT )

Dear Loneliness,
My heart knows you well!
The deceptive grace of your gentle embrace, and the
scandalous lies you tell.
A carnivorous bitch! Benign only in name, preying
upon the young, the old, the lost, and the blamed.
For untold hours you decayed and soured, the heart’s
love-starved pleas, and with screams of pleasure, you
tortured beyond measure, in the name of misery.
Never a tear you shed, for the hearts that begged,
and souls turned shallow and cold, for eons past, your
heart was cast, in Hell’s ghoulish mold.
You’re Love’s contradiction, The Sage’s benediction,
seeking oneness with all, appetite voracious, attitude
mendacious, the Master of Gall.
You boast with pride,for the one at your side, who you
love, honor, and obey, who is used when needed for
hearts defeated, and he carelessly toss them away.
I refer to the one, who suggest the gun, the rope or
razor blade, for there by your side, sits your lover
Suicide, the jack of all trades.

RHYTHM SPEAKS
By
Myron J. Johnson
A.K.A
( THE GRIOT )

I am Rhythm!!!

Your souls have danced for me.

Conceived by the Master of Master Musicians, before Life or Death,
Time itself, and universal Harmony.

My loneliness sparked the creation of Music, each note by tranquil note,

the poet’s picturesque flare of words, the artist’s masterful strokes.

Resting upon GOD’s spiritual heart, is where I gave birth, to melodious

sounds, that ease and confound, the troubled souls of earth.
It is I who harmonize the breath of lovers, make their motions one with
all, with a kiss from music, and memories past, a tear to fall.

For I am Rhythm!!!

Seen and unseen, at rest beyond reach, spawn to awaken the spirit of
man, and soothe the savage beast.

So dance young souls, dance!!!

Beyond the misconceptions of spiritual demise, for behold I am

Rhythm!!! The Master’s everlasting prize!!!

THINKING OF YOU
BY
Myron J.Johnson
A.K.A.
( THE GRIOT )

Thinking of you, and those wet passionate kisses, giggles from lust-
thrusting misses, orgasmic moans of love, soft caresses, our souls
confessing in gentle-sweet hugs.

I want to make love in the park, alone after dark, beneath a heart-
carved tree, and within love’s bloom, together howl at the moon, in
sexual ecstasy.
Swimming in the nude, and lover’s secret rendevous, and candle-light
dinners for two, long- stemmed roses, and marriage proposes, and the
time you will say; “ I do!!! “

Warm-oil massage, to ease the mind, playful spankings on that fat

behind, silly fights, surprises wrapped just right, the gold at the
rainbow’s end, it’s a gift of love beyond compare inside the hearts of
men.

With all the precious jewels of life, within my world to share, each one
would be worthless, if you wasn’t there!!!

MADNESS SPEAKS
By
Myron J. Johnson
A.K.A.
( THE GRIOT )

Come curious One, and let our quest begin, and prepare to stare into the
face of the first Original Sin.
Take heed for what we see and hear, may not be what was told, for the
power of Madness enslaves the Will and corrupts the mortal soul.

Tap gently upon His chamber door, and pray we do not enter, for the
grasp we hold on Sanity’s abode, we are forced to surrender.
What mythical heights of wisdom will the elusive one reach, hold thy
breath in awe, while Madness speaks!
“ I am Madness! I’ve seen the sound of one hand clapping! Created
voices only you could hear, took traumatic situations, strange faces and
locations, and gave birth to fear!

Like darkness, I blind your Reason, cause chaos and havoc, led the Pope
to treason!
I’m The Master of Confusion, seeking to control your mind,
misconceived by all through the passage of Time!

I forced a loving mother to forget her child, chop her lover to pieces
with care-free style, then jump to her death with laughter and smiles!

It is I, mindless mortals, who stabs and twists the knife, molests the
child, and abuse the wife, caused the world to end once, hoping for it
twice, with emotions hot or cold as ice!

I’ve starved nations of millions, breast-fed the the Child of Lust, I’ve
maimed, slain, and driven insane, victims of the Poppy and Cocaine’s
dust!

For I am Madness! Sordid and fresh, the envy of Demons, Satan’s

welcomed guest, and we all feast well, at the Table of Hell, though our
sins be great, but I, and I alone, feeds from The Master’s plate! “