From Different Perspectives

By Marcello Johnson

This here is my outlook on some of life’s most delicate experiences and that with those experiences, how I was able to rationalize and use these experiences as tools to move my life into a more peaceful state of existing thus all of the chaos I have been energetically tied to. This book is all about how I chose to refrain from the outside to look within myself for answers I could not find in the deepest places regardless of where I looked despite the desperate need for answers. This was my way of expressing both the reality of those experiences and the power in finding the strength to survive them as well. I have always kept so much of me hidden like so many of us and the beauty that we hide so often is what in actuality connects every last one of us. In addition to all of my experiences that every great energy gave to me that entered my life, the different perspectives that were gifted to me in pieces has been greatly appreciated and in return I had to gift such a precious piece of myself, to all those whose hearts were listening in for an answer…………… Thank You

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 29, 2020
• ISBN: 9781984582898

Marcello Johnson

I am a 35 Year old African American author from the eastside of Cleveland. I was interested in art as a young child and after graduating the Cleveland School of Science I headed to Bryant and Stratton community college where I majored in Electronics. Shortly after that I would end up heading to the United States Air force where I began my studies in communications and electronics. I am a father of 4 children, Nevaeh, Bella, Jayden and Jaylen. I one of five brothers and sisters and the second oldest, as well as a man who’s just trying to make his dreams and perception match his reality.

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Intimacy

The closeness of observation, or in depth knowledge of a particular area or subject.

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Intimate measures…….but only in the physicality we seem to measure up in illustration. Like the wasting waters from a half empty cup, guided by unpretentious thoughts and attempting to give back to the collective in non somatic ways. No hands, no gains, but all in flesh…….everything in vein. You encounter my naked vision but refuse to see me bare, unbiased, lacking and absent of the astuteness but being exposed in raw while managing our prudence and intimate measures……….. Stale but at the same time every record filed dormant in our minds, ready to separate ourselves from conditioned patterns that seem to endow light to set spark to my intimate lantern. My everything, evaporating right in front of my very eyes……. Evaporating until there’s nothing left, nothing less than……All the things coming to shape in our intimate galore, in addition we seem to witness and envision a climax that has never before been reached. For use to purely inquire, we come to terms with sacrificing everything that we understand as humane. We gather cries no longer than the days we endured to make it to the next. To sum up to measures, one inch at a time to move forward in intimate connections.

Sometimes a love lost is a love gained. Even if at the time it tends to be for the notion of SELF. One touch at a time we tend to feel our way through life’s school of misinterpreted connections. How to be for oneself, in the strength of exposing ones naked self to the world in front is the question we so often ask ourselves. To eradicate barriers and walls that seemed to only block the beauty of our most unique and intimate desires. Where we no longer hold the euphemism of chains and restraints and we can finally break free from the holds of what we need to be vs what we were destined to be. In my intimate lane………..I pass by taking in all the signs presented to me in plain. In raw where no standard can amount or relate, where true intimacy is defined IN, and by ITSSELF.

Ours in Stone

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My rocky mountains…….. What I would deem as everlasting…… stretching and reaching for vertical limits. Never regress or timid, my love, my endless…. It’s ours in stone.

Pouring peace and serenity, my infinite infinity…. Where forms are formed and bonds are built. No invasion or leaning as we tend to sway during the tilt…… But we blindlessly stumble, and hearts engulf themselves in laughter while love once again finds itself screaming through strong-hold muzzles.

We’ll put ours in stone……then consider it solid…… every pothole we’ll attempt to make it as if it really never existed. All in perfect vision my goddess of stone….. It’s ours for the fasting…… the inner work outlasting……. Building up the things that we would consider everlasting.

We attempt to make the makeup unbreakable when the stakes are high. Let the stones be ours where we’re matched to makeup, and combined our differences. Never left or left alone, my limitations stated in stone. I’ll work for the cause at hand as well as the one I have promised to lend, as well as promising to prioritize for the sake of ours, in stone it shall be…… nothing more stable