Fire And Ice

      Fire And Ice

Is living with my wife paradise?

Or, am I caught between the fire and ice?

Is she the way she supposed to be?

I often felt it wasn’t right to me.

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The fire is an emotional outburst of explicative’s.

Now, you can see just how sick it is.

The ice is the deadly silence that follows.

Makes you feel like your hung from a gallows.

 

Is this paradise?

Caught between the fire and the ice.

Is this the way it supposed to be?

It just doesn’t seem right to me.

 

It could happen at most any time.

I don’t believe the fault is always mine.

I sometimes feel like I’ll come unglued.

But, I say no!!– I will not be fooled.

 

I know I’m living in paradise.

Caught between the fire and the ice.

This must be what it supposed to be.

Because I know she really loves me.———–R. W. Johnson—-(2011)

 

 

The Dark Meets The Light

     The Dark Meets The Light

I was wondering about a lot of things.

Life is more complicated than it seems.

I started checking out secret societies

It started giving me ” I”  disease.

I checked out mystics and the dark arts.

It all made my head ache & my eyes smart.

I checked out new age and all it’s wonders.

Comparative religions and .other blunders.

There was UFO’s and parallel universes.

Time travel and magical  verses.

I’m going mad. The dark is closing in.

Is there anyone who can help me from this sin?

 

Help me. Help me out of this dark.

I feel it squeezing, stopping my heart.

I can only see what’s right in front of me.

There must be something to set me free?

Too many churches and not enough truth.

Too many people. They act so aloof.

Too many mountains & not enough stairs to climb.

Too many secrets to learn and not enough time.

 

I studied more but, I learned less.

So many things were only a guess.

Wise men will tell you look over there.

When you do it leads to nowhere.

Drugs messed it up worse than they say.

I tried herbs and the natural way.

The answers were elusive. It didn’t come.

I searched and searched till I felt rum dumb.

I tried crystals, message, oils,  and yoga.

None of it worked, I should have asked Yoda.

Some said Indian medicine men was the way.

They wouldn’t give me the time of day.

 

Help me. Help me out of this dark.

I feel it squeezing , stopping my heart.

I can only see what’s right in front of me.

There must be something to set me free?

Too many churches and not enough truth.

Too many people. They act so aloof.

Too many mountains & not enough stairs to climb.

Too many secrets and not enough time.

 

I tried to meditate. To free my mind.

I practiced out of body travel  to save time.

I chased rumors of aliens here on earth.

I found none but, gave all I was worth.

Hypnosis had nothing to offer.

It was no better than the books author.

Fortune tellers and tarot didn’t work.

Even LSD just left me to hurt.

Then, late at night, as I prayed for an answer.

A small quiet voice said “I am the answer.”

“I have been here all the time.”

“Don’t you know you have always been mine?”

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ode To Squally

      Ode To Squally

I have an orange tabby cat.

Let me tell you this cat is fat.

He is VERY heavy in the gut.

He seems to be stuck in a rut.

He will bat your foot anytime

he doesn’t think he’s fed on time.

He is strictly an indoor cat.

So he never gets to chase a rat.

Exercise is very rare for him.

He would rather sleep than be thin.

People say he’s a mean cat.

But, he’s just lazy and he’s fat.

He doesn’t like his belly rubbed.

So people think he doesn’t want loved.

But, he’ll purr and cuddle on our laps.

Want to be petted like other cats.

He doesn’t trust strangers, so runs away.

That way he lives to eat another day.

When he jumps up you know he’s there.

His weight will really shake the chair.

He really hates to go to the vet.

Hasn’t forgiven him for the neutering yet.

He hates all  other dogs or cats.

A one cat family is where it’s at.

He tolerates a parakeet that’s in a cage.

If he gets close the bird goes into a rage.

Just keep the snacks coming and let him sleep.

Then he will be a cat that you can keep.——R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Our Hometown

      Our Hometown

We took a trip to our hometown.

We only stopped just to look around.

The changes there took us by surprise.

But, there it all was before our eyes.

Population 500 when we were small.

Now it was over 5,000 and that ain’t all.

They have a traffic light or two.

Many new stores and sidewalks too.

It’s not the same as it used to be.

Not like it was when you met me.

We had fun in this rural town.

Just kicking back and fooling around.

Our romance started down by the tracks

where we watched for trains with smoking stacks.

We graduated and moved away.

Off to college, work, and a lotta play.

We kept in touch & got back together.

Then we married and it was forever.

After many years we came home.

To this town where we had grown.

Yes, it’s changed a lot, but, we have too.

But, in the end, I still have you.

The town has changed. It has grown.

But, the principles it had sown

when we were young and running free

kept us together, you and me.

So we love this town for what it gave.

It helped us love & helped us stay.

Something in common to talk about.

Something to share and never pout.

We love this town the way it was.

But, changes or not, it still means love.

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

 

Watchman, What Of The Night??

 

Watchman, What Of The Night??

Watchman, what of the night??

Are we headed for a dreadful plight?

Things are not well, we are aware.

There are rumors in the air.

We have banned God from schools .

Are people no longer allowed to choose?

The government limiting our constitutional rights.

Enough of this and people will fight.

Are we sliding into socialism with communism not far behind?

Such thoughts or talk is enough to blow your mind.

Is the government telling women to get abortions?

Fighting such thinking can cost a fortune.

Can we own guns? A constitutional  right.

Or, will they be banned so we can’t fight?

Murder is wrong. Self defense is a not.

Better to shoot back before you get shot.

Freedom of speech is a precious thing.

Forced silence can make you scream.

Freedom of religion is most precious of all.

If that is banned this country will fall.

 

Watchman, what of the night??

Is the final days finally in sight?

Things look bad on every front.

It’s enough to put one in a funk.

But, as we see prophecy  unfold.

We know it’s true what we were told.

Surrender to God with all your heart.

He promises you will never be apart.

He will carry you through the time of trouble.

As safe as if you were in a bubble.

Your food and water will be sure.

It can be done, if your heart is pure.

It won’t be easy but, faith will prevail.

Weather in caves or even in jail.

God will seal you with a seal  in your mind.

You would die before sinning at this time.

You will end up going with Him.

To heaven and beyond, safe from sin.

What better reward can there be?

Than to be with God for eternity!!———–R. W. Johnson—–(2012)

 

 

Is There No Time?

      Is There No Time?

There  is time to do what you really want.

There is time to play, time for love,

Time  on the computer if you want.

Time to bird watch. See the dove!

 

Always time for whatever comes up

If not, time can be made as needed.

It’s almost like we are in a rut.

So busy you missed Him as He pleaded.

 

No time for God. There’s so much to do.

There is no time for me and You.

You plead and I, always, find excuses.

Don’t You ever wonder what the use is?

It seems, I always find time for others.

Why not time for my heavenly brothers?

 

There is time to work and pay the bills.

Time to pray only to ask for help.

Drive like crazy no matter who it kills.

Got to get there before I melt.

Pray again for cool air, if it’s His will.

 

Things are always done in a rush.

Run like mad to get it all done.

Yet, there’s always time enough.

It all fits in at the end of the run.

 

No time for God. There’s so much to do.

There is no time for me and You.

You plead and, always, I find excuses.

Don’t You ever wonder what the use is?

It seems,  I always find time for others.

Why not time for my heavenly brothers?

 

Time marches on and you grow older.

You wonder where all the time has gone.

You think of it all and you grow colder.

Was there something forgotten with the dawn?

 

Something is missing in your busy life.

You try to think just what it is.

Then, as you gaze at your lovely wife.

It’s God!!  I forgot to make me His.————R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

 

Dreams Of You

      Dreams Of You

The candy colored clown they call The Sandman

slips into my room every night.

He says: “Go to sleep, if you can.”

“Everything —-will be alright.”

 

I close my eyes and say a prayer.

I pray that I will dream of you.

Then, suddenly, you are there.

In my dreams I’m with you too.

We walk along, as dreamers do.

I hold your hand as I walk with you.

You smile and say: “I love you.”

I pray that this is really true.

Then slow but, sure. You slip away.

I’m all alone standing there.

I awake as I start to say—-.

 

I go back to sleep again.

Soon, I am sleeping sound.

I dream I have you back again.

There is no one else around.

Your standing there in all your beauty.

I come to you with trembling lips.

You turn and give yourself to me.

I hold you firmly in my grip.

Then I awake once more.

I have a death grip on my pillow.

A sound. I run to the door—-

 

Of course, no one is there.

You have left this earth forever.

But, in my dreams, you still care.

You say, your with me forever.—————–R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

 

 

 

Long Road Home

 

      Long Road Home

He was from a small town in Northern California.

She always said that’s where she was born, yeah.

She was really from the flat lands of Kansas.

They met in a little café in Lands End.

She was just getting a bite while passing through.

He was taking a short break from his traveling too.

They started talking and hit it off well.

He was looking for sources of stories to tell.

He was a writer of songs and fiction.

She played guitar and sang with perfect diction.

He showed her some songs he’d written.

She loved the lyrics and was truly smitten.

He didn’t  write music so  he only had the words.

She said she felt the music & could add it to his words.

The words came alive with the music she was singing.

They became a team with the songs they were bringing.

Later, after, RV rally’s, coffee houses,  and Mall openings,

they hit it big when a music star asked them to  open things.

They went on the tour and opened the show each night.

The audience loved them, cheering till they were out of sight.

Soon after they had a record contract.

She looked at him and said “ This is where it’s at.”

From north to south, east to west. Overseas and down under.

They traveled all around showing their thunder.

Record sales climbed as they became known.

Before long they were up for a Grammy as shown.

They didn’t win but, they came close.

They sang on the show. It was the most.

They kept playing with a great big grin.

And the money just kept on pouring in.

Then one day, they got the word.

It was the worst news they had ever heard.

Her mother was dying. They went to her side.

Mom said “You remember the day your daddy died?”

“Remember the promise you made at his side?”

“Yes”, she said, as she hung her head.

“Make the same promise to me before I’m dead.”

She knelt and promised to give her heart to God.

He was shocked and thought it a little odd.

When they left she explained to him.

Her parents were Christian and sin was sin.

They wouldn’t force her but, had her promise

as their last request. They were so honest.

They felt it was the only way to save their daughter.

Since leaving home she had partaken of much muddy water.

“I’m not against going to church” he said.

“Oh, would you?” she cried. “I want to go with you.” She said.

“Not for just when someone is dead or for wedding vows.”

“I have felt the urge for awhile but, to ask, I didn’t know how”

They studied the Bible and prayed For God to show

the right church  where they could grow.

They were led to a church in Northern California.

They were on fire, let me warn ya.

They became filled with the Holy Spirit.

Their music  changed your heart to hear it.

Their music now became their ministry.

They were quite popular as you can see.

They won many soles for the Lord.

People heard Jesus in every cord.

They said The Lord was leading all the time.

We didn’t know He said “You are mine.”

Happier, they could not be.

They wish the same for you and me.———-R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Time

 

      Time

Time, times, and the dividing of time.

Time outside of time.

Once upon a time.

Time to change your mind.

 

Let time unwind.

Stretch time to find.

Time after time.

You will still be mine.

 

Will you spend the time?

To see you are still mine?

In the end you will find.

It’s true. Time after time.

 

Go back in time.

Go forward in time.

At any time you will find.

I am yours and you are mine.

 

Two as one throughout time.

The way we blend is oh so fine.

We will always walk the line.

Till we reach the end of time.—————R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Peace In A Fantasy World

 

Peace In A Fantasy World

The seven ethereal forms billowed into the room .

Like acrid smoke driven on the breath of doom.

Carried on by a cold bitter breeze.

Like an otherworldly collection  of eddies

of air carrying random spectral shapes.

They moved aimlessly, yet each had their place.

They wandered in a loose clutch that reached

among the still, stand mounted bears and beasts.

They rose up on pedestals holding books of prophecy.

Also, evenly displayed cases of oddities.

Their glass reflecting  fire from the hearth

at the side of the room giving birth

to swirling colors in their glow.

All the pillars sat neatly I n a row.

Each ethereal form settled on a prophetic book.

Then dissolved into it while I looked.

What ancient hell controls this cursed place?

I wondered as sweat ran down my face.

Living in  this tower of seven hells

was a creature Satan knows well.

It is said he wrote the prophecy’s.

In a language buried for eternity.

He is alive, yet among the undead.

His blood does not flow, it is often said.

I must retrieve the 7 books of prophecy.

Return them to hell for eternity.

The time draws near when they will become fact.

The only way to stop the prophecies is to act.

I have the power from the white throne.

I hope it will protect me since I am alone.

I know not what the ethereal beings mean?

Some type of protection by the unseen?

I mumble a silent prayer. Touch my heart.

I am ready, as I was from the start.

I know not to touch the books in any way.

I elevate them with power as I pray.

Then the bears and other beasts begin to stir.

They come to life at the summons I lure.

I send the books flying out of the room.

The bears and beasts attack  with a roar of doom.

I vanish right from their mists .

Then reappear outside the room of myths.

My robes are swirling around my legs.

I float the books into their kegs.

I move the kegs onto the cart.

Soon the tower and I am far apart.

I made my way back to the white throne.

To the one who sits there all alone.

He says I have done well

as he sends the books straight back to hell.

The ethereal shapes float back toward the tower.

They have been stripped of all their power.

The whole kingdom sings praises.

They bow in worship as the white throne raises.

“Peace will reign forever” He says, in a joyful mood.

As he sits high above the multitude.———–R. W. Johnson—-(2012)