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Religious Freedom

Religious Freedom??

On that dreadful day in April 1993

The smoke spread for miles for all to see.

Broadcast on radio and TV.

What a disgrace to the land of the free.

Who was responsible. Who could it be?

Branch Davidians were holed up for 51 days.

Armed to the teeth, they refused the phrase:

“Surrender and we’ll give you a fair trial.”

They wouldn’t give up, they said with a smile.

Freedom of religion is our only style.

Men, women & children were enclosed.

Rumors spread that some wore no clothes.

It couldn’t be proven one way or the other.

Responses were that they loved one another.

They followed David Koresh like he was a mother.

A certain person, we’ll call J.R., gave the order

“Burn them out!!” “We’ll take no quarter!!”

Men, women, & children died that day.

They became ‘crispy critters’ all the way.

81 people. None left alive to have a say.

What a ‘black eye’ for the land of the free.

Life has been worse for you & for me.

Since that injustice was done to our fellow man.

While J. R. skates free without any plan

to prosecute J.R. for that evil plan.

Let this be a lesson for you and for me.

The day is coming when we will see.

Religious freedom will not mean a thing.

Religious persecution is all it will bring.

Then, like the Davidians, His praises we’ll sing.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

The Terrorist’s Son

The Terrorist’s Son

Good morning America. How are you?

Don’t ya know me? I’m a terrorist’s son.

You don’t know me, but, you soon will.

There’ll be 500 dead fore the day is done.

Riding on the train they call Glory Bound.

I’m planning my big day in the news.

I’m doing all my work in the club car.

Just how to pull it off without any clues.

The people drinking their beers

and the people who shed no tears.

Will be in for a big surprise just about dawn.

They will have their beers cut short.

By a loud reverberating report.

Loud enough to deafen all their ears.

Two old duffs playing cribbage in the club car.

A penny a point. No one’s keeping score.

25 bags of mail in the mail car.

Will go right up in flames and be no more.

This train is definitely Glory Bound.

There will be no survivors, that’s for sure.

Only parts of passengers will be found.

America, I think it’s time for a cure.

The people drinking their beers

and the people who shed no tears.

Will be in for a big surprise just about dawn.

They will have their beers cut short.

By a loud reverberating report.

Loud enough to deafen all their ears.

As we pull into the crowded city station.

Hundreds are waiting just to get on board.

They won’t have to be too long awaiting.

I exit just before the entering hoard.

I get safely far enough away.

I have my cell phone in hand ready to use.

As the train starts to pull away

I punch out a number & blow up all the fools.

The people drinking their beers

and the people who shed no tears .

will be in for a big surprise just about dawn.

They will have their beers cut short.

By a loud reverberating report.

Loud enough to deafen all their ears.

I slip away in all the panic that ensues.

People screaming & running everywhere.

The club car has disappeared is news

that spreads fast with rumors to spare.

Someone did this horrible deed.

No one has a clue who it might be.

But, they will know when they read

the message I sent to the paper for all to see.

You have been weighed in the balances

and found wanting—–A terrorist’s son.

—————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

A Lesson Well Learned

Lesson Well Learned

It was hot. Well over 110 degrees.

The air was hot. No trace of a breeze.

Sand as far as the eye could see.

This could well be the end of me.

So thought the miner as he walked.

Alone in the desert with his thoughts.

He came to the desert looking for gold.

Rumors said it was there, so, on he rode.

Till his horse stepped in a hole.

It staggered then went into a roll.

The miner was thrown free.

The horse had broken it’s leg, you see.

The poor horse had to be shot.

The minor didn’t know if he could or not.

In the end he pulled the trigger.

‘Now, how do I get out of here?’, he figured.

He started walking West.

Occasionally stopping to get rest.

After a day or so, his water was running low.

He rested under a small out cropping.

A breeze blew the sand off the topping.

He looked at it, but, he couldn’t believe.

The out cropping was gold., if he wasn’t deceived.

He checked it out much more closely.

It was quartz with veins of gold mostly.

He was ecstatic!! He would stake a claim.

But, he didn’t know which way he came.

He didn’t know where he was

The wind was blowing with a buzz.

Soon the out cropping might disappear

under the sand and not reappear.

He decided to carry out all he could.

He worked hard where the quartz stood.

Exhausted, he finally had a large pile.

He decided to sit and rest for awhile.

He stuffed all the quartz in his pack.

It was really heavy on his back.

Then he realized, as it was told.

He couldn’t walk out with that much gold.

He buried most of it in the sand.

Then left with a couple pieces like a man.

He would have died if he hadn’t been found

face down in the sand with no one around.

He still nearly died from dehydration.

His life was saved by the Indian Nation.

The quartz paid for another horse and supplies.

Then, for the next 20 years he tried

to find that out cropping in the desert sand.

He covered every inch of that land.

He still thinks back to his decision time.

Carry out a lot of gold or leave some behind.

Though he never found the gold again.

He knows he made the choice to win.

For he finally realized that life is worth

all the gold there is on earth.——————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Back To Our Roots

Back To Our Roots

Word on the street is something is coming down.

There is something brewing this side of town.

Maybe it’s a rumble between rival gangs.

Maybe it is only Friday night football signs.

It all depends on where you are located.

In the slums, where trash is accumulated.

Or, in the suburbs, or maybe, a rural town.

Or, it might be someone clowning around?

Most likely, it is serious to those involved.

They will push it as far as they are allowed.

I turn on the TV and what do I see?

Occupy Wall Street going on near me.

Is this what the fuss is all about?

Have not’s wanting the haves to feel the clout.

Do they think the world owes them a living?

Or maybe, they like taking instead of giving?

Capitalism is the American way.

Socialism is not. What else can I say.

Maybe things have tipped too far

In favor of those with money and cars.

When people can’t make a living

they will blame those who are not giving.

If everybody was working today

they would have a means to say:

“I can work my way to the top.”

“I will no longer have to push a mop.”

But, no work means no way to improve.

Which leads to rally’s and a lousy mood.

Our country did fine for 200 years.

Now, hard times has everyone’s ears.

Is there any way out of this terrible mess

that greedy leaders have caused, I’d guess?

Somehow, we have to get back to our roots.

Back when our nation produced the fruits

of ambitious, hard working men.

Who put God first and fought to win

the right for all to have the choice

to go to the top and have a voice

in all that is decided to be done.

Always knowing we all are the ones

that make this country what it is .

The greatest country that there is.———–R. W. Johnson—–(2011)

Duel Of The Titans

Duel Of The Titans

The duel of the Titans some have said

is my wife and I when we are in bed.

Others say it’s just a fantasy movie.

On the big screen, it’s pretty groovy.

Still others say it’s a political situation.

Liberals VS Conservatives for the nation.

But, I think along different lines.

Christ VS Satan till the end of times.

Good VS evil is another way

to describe the battle happening each day.

It is happening on the National scene.

It’s happening with everything in between.

It happens inside me and you.

No matter what you may do.

You’re on one side or the other.

Same with sister, mom, or brother.

Everyone has a choice to make.

No one wants to make a mistake.

The ending is described in the Bible.

Only one being can be liable.

Each of us has the freedom of choice.

By your actions and your voice

your final destination will be known.

It’s up to you. The path has been shown.

Take the straight & narrow way.

Or, the wide road to death & decay.———-R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Devotion Hurts

Devotion Hurts

Everything I do I do for you.

You seem to be unaware of what I do.

I always go out of my way to please you.

This you take for granite too.

Forget one thing & your quick with criticism.

Yet, when all is right your slow with the kissin

Have we been together that long?

Are you bored when I’m home & happy when I’m gone?

Interests we used to share no longer happen.

You’re no longer Tennille & I’m not the Captain.

I’m sliding down a hill with banana peels for shoes.

I’m no longer winning for fear I will lose.

I am sure there is a song that ends without a hitch.

It’s just that it’s hard to think when your such a bitch.

I have suggested counseling, but you just say why?

Is it that you have already found another guy?

This is not how it was when the relationship was new.

I’ve said this but, it seems to mean nothing to you.

These are changes anyone can see.

I don’t think the changes are just going on in me.

Anything that you can do? I’m hurting here.

I really miss you, dear—————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Moment Of Decision

Moment Of Decision

He showed up on my doorstep late last night.

And, said he didn’t want to fight anymore.

Going back is near impossible, I cried.

You should have thought of this long before.

Said he was sorry— & wants to make it right.

Would I consider coming back once more.

It’s too late. His betrayal had turned to spite.

The love that I believed in has all but, slipped away.

We were both like children, caught up in our own lies.

Could I believe in you if I took you back today?

Memories are easy when they are new.

The right ones followed will lead you to romance.

But, when those memories are not the truth

it’s hard for me to take a second chance.

A resurrected life of lies is not the way to go.

With so many heartaches and so many lies

So many years wasted with nothing left to show.

How could you make up for that when all is pointed down?

We’ve covered it all. There’s nowhere else to go

Could I believe in you if I took you back today?

I’ve spent lonely nights just crying myself to sleep.

I’ve finally been able to close tight every door.

Then you show up in the middle of the night.

Saying you want me back again once more.

A heart can only take so much strife

before it stops and will no longer fight.

My roller coaster ride was nearly at an end.

Then you show up with promises to make it right.

I don’t need a lover now, I need a friend.

Could I believe in you if I took you back today?

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Magic

Magic

I had given up on love. I had no desire.

It always turned into a turn off. There was no fire.

Then I saw you. I couldn’t believe it.

You stole my heart. I couldn’t retrieve it.

You can do magic!!

Like the song, you cast your spell.

With your eyes. You do it so well.

You can do magic!!

I knew when I let you in.

You would control me until the end.

I’m lost in your arms. I have no will.

I just lie here & be real still.

I am hypnotized by your eyes.

Your smile could be a thin disguise.

I have no defense from your charms.

I only desire to be in your arms.

If I wanted to, I couldn’t leave.

I have no tricks hidden up my sleeve.

You can do magic!!

Like the song, you cast your spell.

With your eyes. You do it so well.

You can do magic!!

I knew when I let you in.

You would control me until the end.

On those nights when it’s dark and cold.

The thunder roars and I feel so old.

You come to me & stop my shaking.

I sleep till dawn without waking.

When you wrap me in your arms,

I feel warm and safe from all harm.

I never, never want to let you go.

I tell myself I should take it slow.

You can do magic!!

Like the song, you cast your spell.

With your eyes. You do it so well.

You can do magic!!

I knew when I let you in.

You would control me until the end.

Now the years have passed and you’re still mine.

I am still in a trance around you all the time.

I realize how happy it has been for me.

Finding real love made the difference, you see.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Searching For Love

Searching For Love

I’ve been searching high and low for love.

A friend said “Pull it from a hat, not a glove.”

So, off to Straw Hat Pizza I went.

Told them I was there cause I was sent.

I wanted love served in a hat.

“Are you nuts?” the guy said back.

“My friend said get love out of a hat.”

He said “Straw Hat is not where it is at.”

He said “Go down the road till you see the red light.”

I walked into the firehouse. I hoped he was right.

“I’m here for love”, I said with a grin.

The man looked like his temper was thin.

“Get out of here you little cock roach.”

I was appalled by his reproach.

I told him I was directed there.

He said “Someone was pulling your hair.”

He said “You need a house of ill repute.”

He sent me flying down the road with his boot.

I thought about what he had said.

Then a new thought came into my head.

I rushed across town as fast as I could go.

I knew then what he said was so.

I went to the state legislature & I walked in.

I thought ‘This is surly a house of sin.’

They asked me what I was doing there?

I said “I have come to get my share.”

They said “Do you have any idea where you are?”

I said “Not for sure, but I have come pretty far.”

I said “I am on a quest for love.”

They escorted me out with a shove.

I guess it’s right what they say.

Congress will ‘screw’ you—with NO love. It’s their way.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Trying To Get Back

Trying To Get Back

Well, hello there?

I haven’t seen you in a long, long time.

Where you been hiding?

You never were a close friend of mine.

You say you’re sorry?

Is time supposed to heal all wounds?

You have a story?

I can’t say it hasn’t come too soon.

Your all alone now?

Well, welcome to the loners club.

I need to listen?

Are you going to drag me through the mud?

You’re starting over?

I know that could spell certain doom.

You’ve learned a lesson?

Is that supposed to brighten up the gloom?

You want to tell me?

That is something I fear the most.

How it went down?

I feel like I’m at a ‘celebrity roast.’

You’re wanting back now?

Do I have a label saying fool on my forehead?

Just one chance?

I’m the “Last Chance Café”, or you’re dead?

Not a guilt trip?

Just forty miles of bad road. No end in sight.

A girl I’m with?

No, no girl, which means less chance for a fight.

Well, come on now?

Have you been listening to me at all?

It’s not over?

Does a one legged man ever take a fall?

You’re not willing?

I’m not even considering jumping into the fire.

I have changed now. I’m willing.

I don’t want to change from a hater to a crier.

When you’re gone, you’re gone?

Only to be believed when on your epitaph .

Well now, so long.

Now that that’s over,—- I’ll hit the sack.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)