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flawlesspencision · 3 years

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It always seems to feel like the journey is just beginning

Like everything is always anew

Renewed, reowned..

A sense of excitement mixed with anxiousness

Positivity.. Hope.. Optimism..

Planning.. Running errands, completing chores..

Scurry ants, scurry!

Just like rain to the ants, a drop of doubt or delay, almost becomes a scattering mess

Best keep your umbrellas out and keep cover from..

"Another cup of coffee please"

Ahh the taste of espresso on my tongue

- Joseph Shawn Johnson ♠️ Aka JSJ

☆ Monday, August 30th 2021 ☆

👽✨🌌☯️🎵🖤🧘🏾‍♂️🖤🎶☯️🌌✨👽

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flawlesspencision · 3 years

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✨☯️🌌🖤🧘🏾‍♂️🖤🌌☯️✨

Beauty Is In The Heart Of The Beholder

If oui talkin' 'bout 🤑, let me French the tongue. J Cool off the L's, but still leave ya headsprung. Pillow talkin' through the case, sweet melodic hums. Your body is a garden? Is that peaches, pears or plums. Let's make beautiful music; I'll play your body like a harp watch me strumMMM.. Our cosmic structures intertwining within the intricate nature of our constructed divinity, mirroring each others passions as we dance together like a courtship belonging to an ancient tantric ceremonial Love dance.. One that only we have known for eons, a familiarity like a tale of star crossed lovers, so deep in love that no force will ever be able to destory.. A reminiscence for a craving that only your essence can fill, like the finest delicacies that only God can offer.

She said, "you take my breath away."

I added, "well let me give you sum-thing that you'll never forget."

Removing ALL stress and tension.. Look how far our embodiments have come.. My intimacy, passion, attentiveness, desire to please brings you cocaine, heroin & morphine, vibes levels that only a sex God may acquire. I massage and penetrate depths that only Gods can go, defeating all hate, planting the seeds of Love to bring you Nourishment and Flourishment. As these things are whispered in her ear the noise level rise like a choir singing the song of clarity, as the light shines and restoration surges over like the warmth of the sun in the spring radiating like a mystical veil.. As the curtains close, music, screams, cheers.. Another luxurious rendition at the G-Spot.

"Let's call it a night baby. One more surprise I got us the penthouse."

"You mean the one at the V-Top?"

"Yes Love, Alaskan King, Jacuzzi jets, bubbles, low lights, candles, fruit and I know how you like meditations by DeePak. You've been mad at me for so long, but from the bottomless pit of my heart I'm sorry.. Shall we go and start our detox?"

- Joseph Shawn Johnson ♠️ aka JSJ

*✨A FlawlessPencision Creation✨*

February 20th, 2021

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flawlesspencision · 3 years

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Unbeknownst,

This Love that you throw around like a frisbee. Use as a sheild to protect you from your Karma, like these Captains of America.

This Love that you abuse with your only intent of a high yield, false low risk...

Brokers, bondsmen, investors of themselves into this Love.

Looking only to make a mockery of a Prophet, with the mistranslated goal of Profit.

This Love was never materialistic, only a materialized mastery of Self Loathe, I mean Self Love.

Loving myself has always been the hardest thing to do, so how could I expect you to Love me when I struggle still to this age.

Loving myself is hard only because I have judged loving you as hard.

How can someone so vast become so lost in itself, by becoming a reality of what was supposed to be Self Love?

I see all the parts of me that I do not agree with and still... Love is all I can do..

Feast away, because as they say you become what you eat and that which you judge.

As I watch you consume Love and break bread with the hateful...

Slowly, you perish..

Becoming what once was...

My Love,

- Me

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- Joseph Shawn Johnson ♠️

🖤✨☯️🌌🧘🏾‍♂️🌌☯️✨🖤

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flawlesspencision · 3 years

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flawlesspencision · 4 years

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🖤☯️Life & Death☯️🦋

For nothing actually dies, but it's energy is transmuted and becomes the same energy in another form.

There is a difference between words and their meanings.

Some things sound different, but mean the same thing.

Some things sound the same, but mean different things.

You can be buried in the the dirt and still grow.

Just because some are buried in soil doesn't mean that they grow better than you.

YOU ARE YOU at YOUR OWN GROWTH, always and forever.

It is up to you to take time to ensure your growth.

It isn't anyone else's job.

If you aren't getting what you need, then go get it.

If it takes time to get what you need, then it is worth the wait because ALL PROGRESS IS STILL PROGRESS.

Nobody else gets to decide, rate, judge your own progression.

It's not a race, even the tortoise won the race against the hare.

Expedition, doesn't mean 1st place because you aren't racing against anyone.

Take your time, cherish and nourish yourself to ensure the best care and growth possible.

Utilize and maximize all parts of you with self love and self care.

That does not make you selfish because you cannot truly love someone else, until you truly love yourself.

You can try all you want, but ultimately it is just like a prescription, or a temporary comfort until you learn to do for you what you later can do for others.

Helping yourself help you, will eventually radiate towards others like the suns' rays radiate and help others grow just from being itself.

Be who you are no matter what you are, we all have a part to play and we all matter.

Some are teachers and some are lessons.

It doesn't mean that one is more of a blessing than the other because ultimately a blessing is a blessing, is a blessing...

No matter the magnitude, form, size or shape.

Stand strong, kneel strong, either way the goal is to love.

Love conquers all, so if you have that, who can be against you?

🌌☯️🧘🏾‍♂️☯️🌌

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flawlesspencision · 4 years

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🌌☯️🧘🏾‍♂️☯️🌌

S.urfs U.p M.an

All groovy, til' the tide comes in, like the end of the reel in all movies.

Bubblin' n heatin' up, don't turn me up, a bigger deal than y'all jacuzzi.

Yall lookin' like that Bear n the Bird, playin' sad songs; Banjo Kazooie.

Team wit me like Venom, Carnage, Blob; What I mean is all Oozies.

Goin in circles with me, you bound to fall n' that's all doozies.

Call me what you what, bottom line, I only react to how y'all do me.

Trouble doin' things myself, even for my health and you think that y'all can move me?

You'll wipe out tryin' to check my chin, if that's what you want, come with it then.

If you don't wanna be outboxed, or outsourced I suggest that you don't box me in.

Why you tryin ride my wave, when you know that you can't hang 10.

You racist, that's fact's, and that's why we can't ever begin.

Trying to keep me quiet won't work, because it's self evident.

Trying to keep me in hell cause you know I'm heaven sent.

I don't need crooked dollars or oppressed red cents.

But in that sense..

Since you wanted to take it all and leave me hangin'...

What goes around comes around, here's your Karma back then..

- Joseph Shawn Johnson ♠️ aka JSJ ♤

☆4:00pm October 25, 2020☆

#SurfsUpMan

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flawlesspencision · 4 years

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Created in the Heavens and forged in the Holy Fire.

Fixed in the Balance Of All Righteousness.

An Absolute Truth, An Exhalted Tier.

For when power became too great and the rulers monger.

Or the in event the powerless became vast in number.

With a Godly roar and an echo of Thunder.

"Be Still!" The creature lay dormant in wonder.

Beware of He who is like no Other.

What other warning goes on the Door Of _______.

The Peace before was the 1st attempt.

Beaten, mocked, silenced, threatened and held in contempt.

Like zoo keepers, they put him on display as kempt.

Two sides to a story, now afraid to tell their part in it.

Looking to bribe as to be pardoned from which.

No, Thank You, He said, as He grabbed the crucifix.

I will return, til' then I part; Karmic Kiss.

With this the forbidden door was Fixed.

Only to be opened and close by One.

Bloodshed cheered on by the Vengeful Nun.

Hunters no more, now fallen prey.

Able to give life, but chose to slay.

No rest for the wicked, my door is where your head now lay.

Scratching, clawing, knocking, is great.

Trying to pry me open, when they should have prayed.

Coming as I, but within them stays the Loss After I, and the AM before E.

Returning to see your end as you've done me.

When I said it is done, I meant mission complete.

I forgave you, but condemn you've done me.

Now you want me to take back what you've done to yourself.

What goes around comes around until your last breath.

There's a balance to keep like an in game ref. These are the rules you made when you forced me to play blind.

Beat me, took everything from me and told me to stay kind.

Well I'm back and I want everything, that IS mine.

You say it's God's plan, well isn't that Divine.

Not trying to disturb you, but I know you heard it through the grape vine.

Speaking of Disturb, I know you've seen my sign:

I've told you once, after this no more.

Don't touch me, don't touch my door...

Don't ever wonder, what's behind my door.

The Bird Is the word, a message forsure.

Even the Raven once quote "Nevermore".

- Joseph Shawn Johnson ♤ aka JSJ ♠️

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☆ September 25th, 2020 ☆

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flawlesspencision · 4 years

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A composition that I accidentally posted on my other blog page 🙄😂🤣🤦🏾‍♂️

"Since you fail to tell the whole stor- excuse me, but there's a Y.

I'll love me like You never have before, said I.

Like it's my only option.

Your love was displayed by a caption.

My love was going through hell and back for you, but guess I was caught in the Rapture.

I don't need a baker to bake me a cake, only to set fire to the rafters.

Don't doubt what's real, each tear I shed stands for every lesson, blessing & unavoidable disaster.

Don't tell me you love me unconditionally, when your love never came to ME, even AFTER.

You said your love WAS unconditional, I guess NOW it's inhibited.

Although I do thank you for showing me that MY vision was limited.

Trying to take all that I had, with that went my blinders, now I can't help but to see I AM LOVE UNINHIBITED.

Since I only had I's for You, Loving myself, makes me NOW Relentless.

Before I let go of you, remember that once upon a time, somewhere over the rainbow, you once had Forgiveness."

- Joseph Shawn Johnson ♤

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☆ 3:24pm September 30th, 2020

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flawlesspencision · 4 years

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Hope everyone is having a good Sunday 😁😁

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flawlesspencision · 4 years

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Downplay me in person, to keep me low.

Pretend to love me, but we both know.

Public updates, to wool the masses.

Knowing the truth, still I'm labeled many asses.

Not sure if you want me, or my many assets.

Award Winning Actor, when the Mirage is close.

When you give up, is when you ghost.

Still my heart, you hold it close.

Heart, return to me! Hush, don't boast.

You didn't steal my heart, I loaned it to you.

That meant Grey & Old, I loved you for True.

Bountiful Love, rumors that the rich told.

Tantalizing, mouthwatering Flavors Bold.

In your mind, you read Silver & Gold.

Realizing now, false images sold.

You want riches... This I knew...

Camel through an eye, the same chance as you.

One last cry, emergence from undone glue.

Love's unflavored recipie, Chicken Cordon Bleu.

- Joseph Shawn Johnson ♠️

☆ September 11th, 2020 ☆

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flawlesspencision · 4 years

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Quasar

They say Love makes the world go round.

How can you fail to see the current reason for desolation.

If I was Love and I quit, no other would be found.

Quarantine, Isolation, Shut Downs, Desperation...

Now feels like a hole, a foreign crater, alien being.

Floating Above All, The Formation of Dreams.

Being a Protector of Love, Creator, Founder, Keeper of these things..

King Of Dreams.

King Of Kings.

King Of All Things.

No One, can tame the ferocity, of a Lions curiosity.

Viewed by abominations as a monstrosity.

Failing to see the beginning of my generosity.

It’s not anyone’s decision, but my own.

From Dark to Light, a trip that blinds many.

Riches overflow for few, but needed by many.

Once again returning to review the plenty.

But Eyes need not, for I Am felt.

Because in a sparkle and a blink of my Radiance In Love, thine eyes, would melt.

- Joseph Shawn Johnson ♠️

☆ 08/27/2020 @ 2:39am ☆

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flawlesspencision · 4 years

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Overdue:

It seems that people like when you to lie to them when it comes to how you feel towards them or a decision they should make. Ironically when you tell them that an outfit doesn't look good, or something isn't a good idea, they get offended... You can't pick and choose what someone gets to say and if you think you can then don't try it with me. I don't have time for the nonsense that seems to be what people are continually trying to hide... If you aren't building with me or working towards something positive, then keep your distance AND some. It's been way too long I've been dealing with bs and MANY other things that I didn't have to but chose to out of Love... Doing that for so long has made people comfortable and has dug a hole in their mind that I HAVE to put up with it. The answer is I DON'T HAVE TO! With all of the other serious issues going on, I really have other things to attend to. You want to act grown, tough and "gangsta" when you want to try and step up to me, so put the childish things away and go handle your problems like an adult. Funny how most of these people come at me with weapons because they can't fight, but then turn around and claim they're tough 🙄 smh... Maybe if you addressed your problems the way you try to test me, you'd have more progress in the problematic areas. The last thing you want to do is to keep testing me because it's been a long time coming and believe me when I say I told you so. Either be real with me, or be gone with thee. Being in between leaves you a foot note and an instert away from being in the crack of a space that toilet paper couldnt even reach....

- Joseph Shawn Johnson ♠️

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flawlesspencision · 4 years

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Understand how, you misunderstand me

You touch me, but you don't feel me.

You look at me, but you don't see me.

You listen to me, but you don't hear me.

You kiss me, but you don't taste me.

You care for me, but you don't love me.

You have sex with me, but you don't make love to me.

You think about me, but you don't know me.

You want to be around me, but you don't want me.

You have senses, but you are senseless...

Understand this, why am I misunderstood?

If I removed ALL of "You", I'd be emotionless.

If I removed ALL "But", you'd hear me clearly.

Don't even get me started on "Me", because...

Even if I removed ALL "Why", you'd still have a question in the end.

- Joseph Shawn Johnson ♠️

08/03/2015 - 08/03/2020

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flawlesspencision · 4 years

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In Love with Doubt

When I say that I love you, it's assumed that every aspect of you is loved by me. Words unsaid leave a room for Addition. "I knew you didn't love me," becomes the expected prediction, and assumption of such premonition. Echoes ringing in the minds hallways... Doubt is always carried by Love, but keep that on the D.L. Doubt is fierce, strong and surprising, inside and out. Viciously roaring at times, and when controlled, becomes as invisible and silent as a Mime. Love yours, because I'm going to love mine and if not now, due in time, "I love you". Love carries you through the good, the bad, the ugly, the ups and the downs. When you're feeling unwanted, alone, or wanting to give up, love picks you up. If you are not Love then you are Doubt, still, carry on with your pinky out. Love yourself without a doubt, because you are loved beyond a shadow of a doubt. Those that mistakenly love surely don't truly understand what love is. Until they decide to dance with your heart, bringing thought with them. Song after song, dancing the night away. Hand in hand, stumbling over doubt while trying to fix the rhythm. Holding your own tongue at times, incubating a doubted contempt. Love hurts NOT because love itself hurts, but because of the usual shortcomings of expectation that cause disappointment. Love is beyond a ______________________________.

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- Joseph Shawn Johnson ♠️

2019 - July 27th, 2020

"I hate nothing about U" Artwork - Writers.Work

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flawlesspencision · 4 years

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Pain (Unforgettable)

Unforgettable memories, gripping securely on my mind body and soul.... The thought of surrender as a last resort, against an accompanied rebellion of my fears. Asphyxiated like a suffocation, I am smothered into a pacified state. Ushered in by a robustly stubborn tear... As I wipe the single tear from my eye, I stop and stare. Comparing, contrasting, reflecting, relating... The similarity of feeling alone... How alone I feel without you doesn't make any sense. The infinite thoughts and memories of you that surround me like a shroud, or even as a mist or haze. I inhale you... I exhale you... Think you, see you, hear you, the last sense left is one no longer needed... Although not common and yet not commonly used. Common sense... Doesn't seem to make sense here anymore. Either that or I don't see much sense here anymore. Snapping out of my haze again, to see my tear again. Any connection I feel I may have with you is one that I can't let go. Even as my tear tries to run down my face, I sniff, like a line of coke. Letting the salt burn into the wound left behind fr-. Wound left behind!?... Wait!!! I can feel you?! Pain! Ahhh... Yes! Pain! That sense of touch is back again! Pain is what I do to myself to subconsciously make me feel close to you. I don't expect anyone to understand, because like I said, not much common sense here. They speak a new language here, money... Are you fluent enough to translate what it means to not be able to feel someone anymore? For the mere fact that they aren't there anymore because someone else chose to take their life speaking the language of? At the end of the day, what does it mean? If money speaks to you, it will also speak against you. I guarantee it will begin to make sense to you in time, that what goes around, comes around.

- Joseph Shawn Johnson ♠️

2019- July 23rd, 2020

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flawlesspencision · 4 years

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Accepting donations during the Pandemic. Donations for appreciation of my work is also welcomed. 😁 Love & Healing 🖤

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flawlesspencision · 4 years

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V.E.W.

You act like you love me while shoveling dirt behind me.

It must've been crooked endeavors, or treasures so blinding.

Whatever your reason, the end result, forever dying.

Can't face Truth, so adieu to you, for ever lying.

Eternity IS Truth, a view, forever riding.

Believe me not, then why are you forever hiding?

No matter, which letter you choose, I will be eyeing.

Correct Decisions, Corrected Vision, to give you 20/20 views, in this dimension.

*And little did I mention... nah, let me just get back to what I was saying before I forget again.*

Doing something stupid shouldn't put you in the news.

They seem to love chaos, just might get em extra views.

Drowning in your sorrows doesn't get rid of your blues.

Swimming in denial doesn't mean you made it through.

And it takes more than a mile, to walk in someone else's shoes.

Keeping someone under doesn't make you stand higher.

You would think I was preachin, I'm just waiting on my choir.

If it's 'enough to hold us over' why are we at the bottom then.

When the tables turn, you'll be mad that I toppled em.

I was down and out and dirt you threw, right along with them.

No I don't want to kick it, get your feet up, off my ottoman.

I know I'm the shh, shoo fly, don't bother me again.

You gon' believe me next time when I count down from 10.

Got too many strikes like you cast out by Elohim.

Just an OutKast, Hey Y'all, that's from me to them.

I guarantee you don't want me to begin again.

So give more life, more love, to your fellow man..

- Joseph Shawn Johnson ♠️

☆ 3:43PM July 15th, 2020 ☆

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