Author: papasmurf

High Flyer

      High Flyer

You shot me down & I fell from the light.

You thought I would fall from sight.

Gone—living in misery

without you near me.

But, I have risen , like the bird of flight,

the Phoenix. I have risen to a new height.

 

I am soaring among the clouds.

As high as a kite can fly.

My heart is crying out loud.

I can fly. I can fly. I can fly.

Since I met her I am high.

As high as a kit can fly.

I can fly. I can fly. I can fly.

 

She has your charms, but, not your gile.

She always greets me with a smile.

Be it lengthy or for only awhile.

For time with her, I’d walk a mile.

She has the charms of spring in bloom.

Her lovely eyes just make me swoon.

 

I am soaring among the clouds.

As high as a kite can fly.

My heart is crying out loud.

I can fly. I can fly. I can fly.

Since I met her I am high.

As high as a kite can fly.

I can fly. I can fly. I can fly.

 

Like a night bird in its flight.

She showed me how to fly at night.

She taught me how to fly in the day.

To her, it’s all a game to play.

But, she is serious when it comes to love.

That’s why I can soar high above.

 

I am soaring among the clouds.

As high as a kite can fly.

My heart is crying out loud.

I can fly. I can fly. I can fly.

Since I met her I am high.

As high as a kite can fly.

I can fly. I can fly. I can fly.———————R. W. Johnson—–(2012)

The Way

      The Way

All I ever wanted was to hang around.

I get bored going from town to town.

I’ll just try to make some friends.

If I stay at all, it just depends.

I gotta find somebody that understands.

Someone who will listen to my plans.

I’ve been called kind of wild.

Crazy ideas that come from a child.

 

All my plans and schemes are simple.

People, come together in love.

Love one another like kin folk.

Love can lead to world peace.

It is the greatest gift received.

If you love and never cease.

Your heart will swell tenfold.

 

Everywhere I go I spread this news.

All I get in return is taunts and boos.

Does no one believe in love today?

Other than the backseat, front page way?

I mean agape love. That comes from above.

It is the only kind of real love.

If I had a friend to spread the Word.

Soon, it would be all that would be heard.

 

All my plans and schemes are simple.

People, come together in love.

Love one another like kin folk.

Love can lead to world peace.

It is the greatest gift received.

If you love and never cease.

Your heart will swell tenfold.

 

Then I realized I have a friend.

One who is with me till the end.

He will help me spread the Word.

Soon, all will have seen and heard.

For my friend will talk thru me.

It will be quite a sight to see.

Hundreds converted in a day.

Praise the Lord, I’ve found The Way.———-R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

 

Angelic Visions

      Angelic Visions

Going down to the town.

Going just to look around.

A lot that’s old. Nothing new.

That’s till I got a look at you.

My heart pounded real fast.

My foot slipped off the gas.

I almost ran off the road.

My brain was twitching like a toad.

I pulled over to catch my breath.

You were the one. My mind was set.

I began to make great plans.

I would make you mine, if I can.

How to start, I wasn’t sure.

All I knew is you were the cure

for a heart doing cartwheels.

Only a lover knows how it feels.

I looked up and you were gone.

Where did you go? I can’t go on.

You must be close. I’ll look around.

Try as I might, you couldn’t be found.

Were you an angel that I saw?

Or my imagination having a ball?

I doubted then that you were real.

I had to stay on an even keel.

I had a drink & headed for home.

Guess I will remain all alone.——————-R. W. Johnson—–(2012)

Addictive Voices. Sober Choices

Addiction Voices. Sober Choices

Before I lay me down to sleep.

I’m writing down these thoughts to keep.

I have booze that I can drink.

Pills I haven’t thrown down the sink.

 

I could use and feel quite good.

But, what would happen if I should?

Hooked again with none to blame.

Living with the guilt and shame.

 

Down the drain with the nasty crap.

Remaining clean and sober is where it’s at.

Being loaded and high can go to hell!!

I’ll stay clean and sober and doing well.——-R. W. Johnson—-(2011)

 

Remember

      Remember

It says to remember the Sabbath Day and keep it holy.

For the Sabbath was made for man and man only.

But, what does this day of rest honor?

On this, have you ever come to ponder?

It is man’s way to give homage to the creator God.

Our creator and redeemer. The only true God.

It’s not a law of do’s and don’ts, as many think.

Many just smile and give you a wink.

It’s a guide to give you rest and meditation.

To think about your creator and all His inspiration.

Become one with the One who loves you so.

Who gave His Son that you may know;

you are His most loved creation.

He wants to make of you a great nation.

He wants you to understand His will.

Listen to His small voice and be still.

All He does is for our growth and protection.

He is the general who will do the inspection.

All will be perfect with His blood to cover

any blemish that Satan thinks to uncover.

So spend one day a week to give thanks.

Be proud to be counted among God’s ranks.

For on the seventh day God rested.

After six days of creation invested.

No other day can honor the creator.

It is the distinguishing mark of our creator.

Let all know you honor Him.

And His redeeming plan from sin.

Keep it holy and stand firm and proud.

You’re not just one of the average crowd.

You are a son or daughter of God.

Redeemed by the blood of the lamb of God.

Be proud to remember and never forget.

The Seventh Day Sabbath is God’s precious gift.

——————————————————-R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

 

Tell Me Why?

      Tell Me Why?

Sometimes you can be so sweet.

Then you can be just so discreet.

Tell me why?

You tell me “Let’s go see a show.”

Then you say that you have to go.

Tell me why?

 

Tell me why?

Tell me why I must cry?

Every time you go.

Tell me why?

Tell me why I must cry?

I have to know.

 

Often, you tell me that I’m your man.

Then, when I call, you have other plans.

Tell me why?

You say you love having me around.

Next you’re nowhere to be found.

Tell me why?

 

Tell me why?

Tell me why I must cry?

Every time you go.

Tell me why?

Tell me why I must cry?

I have to know.

 

You say to take you at your word.

You tell me not to be so absurd.

I want to know.

Then you’re lovingly sweet.

You sweep me off my feet.

I want to know.

 

Tell me why?

Tell me why I must cry?

Every time you go.

Tell me why?

Tell me why I must cry?

I have to know.

 

Tell me true. Is there another man?

Why won’t you tell me, if you can?

I need to know.

You say to trust you. It’s for the best.

Why can’t you tell me? Why must I guess?

I need to know.

 

Tell me why?

Tell me why I must cry?

Every time you go.

Tell me why?

Tell me why I must cry?

I have to know.

Tell me why?—Tell me, tell me, tell me why??

——————————————————-R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Transformation

      Transformation

Here is the story of a foul little piglet boy.

When he acted dumb he thought it was coy.

He made noises and burped and farted.

He jumped around and acted retarded.

Other kids didn’t want him around.

Because he was always acting the clown.

This made him worse so he acted about 3.

Oh, what a great baby, was he.

He often got beat up for such behavior.

But, his behavior did not waver.

Till one day he met a girl.

Not just anyone, but one with a curl.

He fell hard and his behavior changed.

From his foul behavior, he refrained.

He acted like a young gentleman.

All stopped thinking he was mental then.

Seems he was decent and so refined,

when he was around others didn’t mind.

The girl with the curls took notice too.

Instead of acting like he belonged in a zoo,

he acted courteous and polite.

Being kind to her was his delight.

So ends the story of the piglet boy.

Who changed his ways and became a joy.—-R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

 

Happiness Found

      Happiness Found

I came into town with a back pack on my shoulders

and a pocket full of stories that I just had to tell.

You know I’ve knocked  around a bit

and had my share of small town glories.

It’s time to hit the city

and that crazy carousel.

I’ve been thinking now for so long.

I’m tired of  going nowhere but,

I just keep moving on.

 

Till you brought your Sunday morning sunshine

Here into my Monday morning rain.

You gave me happiness just one time.

It  keeps on coming back again and again.

 

You know when your heart is nowhere.

Then you’ve got no place called home.

So you keep on searching for somewhere.

Yet, you’re still just all alone.

It’s time to lay my feet down,

away from Lonely Street.

New adventures are somewhere.

As From day to day I see.

All the people going nowhere.

But, anywhere’s  a better place to be.

 

Till you brought your Sunday morning sunshine

Here into my Monday morning rain.

You brought me happiness just one time.

It keeps on coming back again and again.

 

These roads were never my roads

These highways and  the byways.

They were just a way for me

to drift from town to town.

I never thought  I’d find

someone who could love me.

Till finally you were found.

I thought I’d drift forever

In my anguish and my leathers.

Always moving on  but, really nowhere bound.

 

Till you brought your Sunday morning sunshine

Here into my Monday morning rain.

You gave me happiness just one time.

It keeps on coming back again and again.

————————————————R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

 

 

 

 

 

The Devil’s Thunder

      The Devil’s Thunder

Humans were placed on earth by aliens.

We are genetically altered Neanderthals.

Thru evolution we became “ today’s men.”

Earth is millions of years old. Changes happen.

Like cavemen evolving from a creature in the ocean..

Science proves it. Religion cannot trap them.

 

Going down with the Devils thunder.—-Going down.

Give me water.—-Give me water.

Going with the Devil down under—-Going down.

Give me water.—-Give me water.

 

I strongly believe there is life after death.

Be it ghosts, spirits, or a higher plain.

We will have a spirit form like the rest.

We are not sons and daughters of Cain.

It seems to me that God is dead.

The belief in a higher being has died.

People now have it in their head

They will “evolve” to eternal life.

 

Going down with the Devil’s thunder.—-Going down.

Give me water.—-Give me water.

Going with the Devil down under.—-Going down.

Give me water.—-Give me water.

 

I believe in magic and witchcraft.

Astrology can show your future life.

Magic can put curse or blessing on its path.

It can be a blessing or cause you much strife.

New age religion can save your soul.

Tarot cards can predict what’s coming down.

Devil worship is for those in the know.

To not believe this way makes you a clown.

 

Going down with the Devil’s thunder.—-Going down.

Give me water.—-Give me water.

Going with the Devil down under.—-Going down.

Give me water.—-Give me water.

 

The Bible is the word of God. The only truth.

If you don’t believe “The Word”, you will be lost .

Belief in any other words is the Devil’s “truth.”

He is the father of lies, which he tells at any cost.

When the Devil is cast out you will be too.

You’ll go down for eternity. You will be lost.

So get your truth from the Bible. It’s only for you.

Then you’ll be saved. Jesus has paid the cost.

 

Going down with the Devil’s thunder.—-Going down.

Give me water.—-Give me water.

Going with the Devil down under. —-Going down.

Give me water.—-Give me water.

Going down.—-Going down.—-Going down.

——————————————————-R. W. Johnson—-(2011)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

End Of My Rambling Ways

 

      End Of My Rambling Ways

I’ve always been a wayfaring wanderer.

Rambling back and forth across this land.

I’ve never wanted to settle down.

I’m just a fun loving traveling man.

Then I met that little gal.

Way down in Abilene.

She made my heart skip a beat.

As pretty as a beauty queen.

She looked my way and I was hooked.

I knew my rambling days were through.

But, it was more than just her looks.

My mama didn’t raise no fool.

She had the charms and manners of class.

Yet, she could talk to me like an average Joe.

She was intelligent and well versed.

Yet, never made me feel stupid or low.

I stayed around and we dated some.

We fit together like a hand in a glove.

I knew that I had found my soul mate.

Friends said, go ahead and ask her, with a shove.

I proposed and the rest is history.

She is my woman. She is my life.

I gave up my rambling ways.

Just to make this woman my wife.————-R. W. Johnson—-(2012)