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The Coffee House

Feeling down and all strung out?
Wondering what it’s all about?
I was in The Coffee House again.
Feeling good on my favorite ‘gin.’
Not booze, just really good coffee.
Despite the fact I often had to pee.
When down and out, coffee helped.
I would toss it down like taking a belt.
Coffee would give me energy.
I felt like moving.—– I felt free.
Like a heavy weight was lifted off me.
Despite the fact, I often had to pee.
What does coffee do for you?
Is it a ‘pick me up’ for you too?
Coffees come from everywhere.
In certain places, coffee is better there.
Find your favorite and drink it down.
Before long, you will be all over town.
The best place is in The Coffee House.
Drink your coffee and use your mouse.
Free WiFi for all coffee drinkers.
Good for the dreamers and the thinkers.
There is often entertainment too.
Someone will play music for you.
Or, maybe, there will be a poetry reading.
Welcoming you with a friendly greeting.
So, if you’re a little down and out.
The Coffee House is what it is about.
Come on down and have a cup of brew.
‘Nectar Of The Gods’ brewed just for you.

————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

“Wonder World” Goes Broke

Hear about “Wonder World” today?
A theme park in a special way.
Similar to the “West World” movie.
Robot oriented, and just a screwy.
There was a ‘Future Park’ to start.
Also there was a ‘Western Park.’
One similar to ‘Jurassic Park’ too.
And a ‘Today’s Park’ just for you.
More could be added later.
These were the demonstrators.
All were controlled by ‘Central.’
A computer room in the entrails.
All robots, be they android or beast,
Were programmed, the very least.
One day the system was hacked.
Hackers took over the ‘Central’ tract.
They demanded a hefty amount.
Or they would forget to count.
They would let the ‘bots’ run amuck.
‘Bots’ could rip out someone’s gut.
Arrogant owners refused to pay.
I feel sorry for all visitors that day.
Gun fighter ‘bots’ shooting it up.
Dino ‘bots’ were running amuck.
Future ‘bots’ were zapping all they saw.
‘Today’s bots’ were the worst of all.
A bloody, gory, disgusting mess.
The cleanup was worse, you can guess.
As the lawsuits continued to pour in,
the theme park folded, not seen again.
The ‘hackers’ were never caught.
They bugged out, likely as not.
Let this be a lesson to all entrepreneurs.
Have it all insured or it will go in the sewer.

——————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Enough Is Enough. He Was Fed Up.

Enough Is Enough. He Got Fed Up.

I don’t want to see you anymore.
I don’t want to feel your breath upon my neck.
I don’t want to try to even the score.
I have come to the point of ‘what the heck!!’
Anything that you try to do is too much.
You continue to be an irritant at all times.
You have become that pain I feel in my gut.
I don’t want to ever say again, “You’re mine.”
You can have the key to your door.
Give it to some other ‘sucker fish’ on your line.
I don’t need it. I don’t live there anymore.
Now I have better ways to spend my time.
You can catch a streetcar that goes into the sea.
The quicker it’s done the better I will feel.
It would mean the quicker you are away from me.
Sometimes I wonder how I got in this mess.
Then I remember. You needed some help.
Being a nice guy, I volunteered, I guess.
Before long, you had ‘suckered’ this little whelp
My life has been a living tragedy ever since.
But, that is finally over now.
I have finally hopped over the fence.
I have made my escape, like a free range cow.
The day will come when someone will stop you.
They will put you in your place.
You will be put high upon a shelf with no stool.
Then no one will ever have to see your face.

—————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

A Chaperone Through Life

I went to a party on the back streets of L.A.
It was the same old thing I see every day.
A party without a chaperone is what it was.
Life without a chaperone is lousy because.
You have to learn things the hard way.
You can misinterpret what people say.
Life goes on, but the road gets rougher.
You grow up.——- You get tougher.
It seems it would be easier with a guide.
Someone who will take your hand with pride.
Guide you through the potholes of life.
Allow you to live with minimum strife.
What must such a person be?
Someone who will watch out for me.
An older brother or a street wise lover?
Maybe your father or your mother?
Whoever it is must be wise in their ways.
Be forgiving when I fail & say ‘it’s o.k.”
It could possibly be the Heavenly Father.
It wouldn’t be your son or daughter.
You should be such a person to them.
Let them learn from where you’ve been.
Life is not easy as we make our way.
Never be afraid of good advice, I say.

==================R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Start All Over

Seems I’m surrounded by jokers and liars.
They believe T V, radio, & what’s on the wires.
The truth is out there, but it’s hard to find.
Look long enough & it can blow your mind.

This cacophony has become a way of life.
Constantly jostled, both me & my wife.
Told this ‘garbage’ here & that ‘bs’ there.
Is there no truth out there anywhere?

We have to start all over.
Start all over.
We must be much bolder.
Things can’t get much colder.
Start now, before we get older.
We have to start all over.
Start all over.

We have to search till we find truth.
Not talking about The Fountain Of Youth.
The truth of it all, without any lies.
We may find a ‘big’ surprise.

There is lies in almost everything.
This is the worst mess I’ve ever seen.
Get jerked right, then get jerked left.
It is all lies. My mind is set.

We have to start all over.
Start all over.
We must be much bolder.
Things can’t get much colder.
Start now, before we get older.
We have to start all over.
Start all over.

We found the truth. Praise the Lord.
All who want can come aboard.
We are headed for the promised land.
We found truth in His loving hand.

We can cut right through the lies.
The ‘truth’ has opened our eyes.
The ‘truth’ as it is in the Lord.
It exposes the lies of the hoard.

We got to start all over.
Start all over.
We are now much bolder.
Things will not get colder.
We accepted now, before we were older.
We got to start all over.
Start all over.

——————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)
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Astral Travel, Or A Hoax?

Educate the people is the name.
But, they didn’t mean this game.
The only way to stay alive now
is to not let anyone know how.
How to put yourself in a trance.
Leave your body & do the dance.
Out of body experience is known.
But, this is different, if shown.
You can not only travel anywhere.
But, you can do what I will share.
You can traverse time with ease.
Forward or backward, as you please.
No, it’s not just imagination.
You are there for the duration.
Out of body—– you are there.
You can go anytime, anywhere.
You must be in the proper trance.
Then you can do this little dance.
It’s been called a voodoo hoax.
Mystic Magic, they seem to boast.
But this is actual astral travel.
The way it works can baffle.
Did you know Custer wore a wig?
That Mona Lisa’s smile was a gig?
Robin Hood was an actual person?
A future Pope will be heard cursing?
You can learn this & much, much more.
I am offering you the open door.
Be brave enough to step right up.
There are some risks, but with luck
you can go where ever you want.
Find the Fountain Of Youth, or a font.
Don’t go back and kill your granddad.
The results of that will be pretty sad.
The worst part is I wouldn’t get paid.
So, take the chance, don’t be afraid.

———————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Political Devolvement

I went to a political rally last night.
A tussle broke out turning into a fight.
Several ended up bloody and bruised.
There were arrests that happened too.
The end result was not productive.
It was nothing except disruptive.
They didn’t prove any points at all.
Except to show they have some gall.
No one changed how they felt.
Many just wanted to give them a belt.
They should say it in a non violent way.
Find someone who supports what they say.
Have them run for office some day.
They could then support their effort.
Let them make their claim unfettered.
That would be the American way.
Are things that much different today?
Come on folks. We are all Americans.
Don’t sell us short. Share with them.
Help us all to come together.
We can survive this stormy weather.
Freedom of speech is a special right.
Don’t drag it down anymore tonight.
Let’s keep alive the American dream.
Let’s make peace and stop being mean.

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

The Ways Of The Night

I am a creature of the night.
Causing fear, I must stay out of sight.
I am a dreadful looking beast.
Born this way, it will never cease.
I only come out when it is dark.
Dark clothes & a hoodie. I am smart.
I cause fear, then a rage in others.
I must remain alone. Not my druthers.
When quite young my guard got lax.
Several punks jumped my back.
They got me down & poured gas on me.
They lit me up like a torch to see.
I screamed & ran, going insane from pain.
I tried to outrun the flames.
I blindly ran into the river.
The flames went out as I shivered.
I had started to go under fast.
I thought this would be my last.
Then one like me was pulling me in.
He pulled me out & took me with him.
He had a place way under the city.
Him & his father took care of me.
It was touch & go for a long time.
Only pain was on my mind.
Little by little I began to heal.
I was strong. I wanted to live & feel.
My scars were ugly, but I already was.
My hair grew back instead of fuzz.
The man who saved me was ugly too.
He had a good idea what I’d been through.
His father was also the same.
They stayed alive by playing my game.
They hated no one. They understood.
It was our looks that made us no good.
I lived with them many years.
There were many laughs & a few tears.
Then, the one I called grandfather, died.
Father was devastated. Be strong. He tried.
Later, my father was caught by hoods.
My father knew they were up to no good.
They killed him by beating him with clubs.
I dearly miss all of his hugs.
I am alone as I walk the night.
Any flame gives me a real fright.
I make sure no one ever sees me.
I want to stay alive & remain free.

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Mystery Monster

I saw the thing and I almost wrecked.
It was driving a truck. It had no neck.
It looked like evolution gone amuck.
What was it doing driving a truck?
It was a throwback from all & no age.
Its vertically slitted eyes were filled with rage.
This thing was to be avoided at all cost.
Yet, the fascination with it was wroth.
I felt like I should stop it, but how??
This thing was a least as big as a cow.
It was doing 70 on a very slick road.
Its pickup wasn’t carrying a load.
Maybe, with luck, it would spin out.
Have a wreck and bust its snout.
It has to be an experiment gone bad.
For it to be free is not very rad.
Then, ahead, there was a roadblock.
Police stopping all in every lane stop.
The ‘thing’ tried to ram its way through.
The cops were after it, just like I knew.
I followed them all where they went.
They blew out its tires, quite a stint.
The truck flipped over & it flew out.
It started running. They were all about.
They filled it full of holes & down it went.
After awhile it was up, with a limp.
They burned it with a flame thrower.
It twitched & thrashed & became slower.
Finally, it was still, burned to a crisp.
What was the meaning of all this?
I am thinking I will never know.
Traffic was waved on, moving slow.
Whatever it was, I hope it’s the last.
I almost threw up on my dash.

——————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

School Of Hard Knocks

Two little boys were huddled together.
They were in the alley, despite the weather.
They had something on the ground.
They were fascinated by what they found.
It was a little non-descript box.
The excitement could blow off their socks.
They were trying to get it open.
They thought maybe it was broken.
They had no key & there was no slot.
Yet, they knew they had to lift the top.
They twisted, pulled, pried, & cussed.
There had to be a way to make it bust.
They had no idea what was inside.
It didn’t rattle around, though they tried.
What in the world could it be?
It was a total mystery, they could see.
They decided to take the box home.
It was about the size of an old phone.
Not too heavy, but not really light.
Put in a backpack, it was just right.
At home, they went in the garage.
A big old hammer should do the job.
They beat the hell out of it.
Nothing happened. More cussing & spit.
They tried a drill, but the bit broke.
They took a brake & drank a Coke.
Then they tried to saw it open.
All they tried eventually got broken.
Looking close, they saw a little lip.
They put a pry tool under it.
After a lot of effort, the lid popped open.
Inside the box was a little token.
Stuck to the bottom to keep it still.
Was this worth all their stubborn will?
It said: I LIKE IKE in big letters.
That really fluffed up their feathers.
They threw the box in the trash.
Later they saw their dad with cash.
He said: “I found a box worth money.”
“It had an I LIKE IKE button in it worth plenty.”
Both the kids looked abashed.
Their big treasure had turned to ash.
Let this be a lesson well learned.
If you’re too greedy, you could get burned.

————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)