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Early Morning Dawn

Early Morning Dawn

In the early morning dawn.

With a coffee in my hand.

I remember that you are gone.

No longer now am I your man.

In my car, down the street from you.

I see the frost upon the lawn.

I am wondering what to do?

My head is throbbing. What’s going on?

The coffee seems to help a little.

It is all that drinking done last night.

I am no longer as fit as a fiddle.

Mostly,—– I am just uptight.

You and I were a perfect pair.

Till the day our child died.

You didn’t talk. You wouldn’t share.

I did all I could. I really tried.

You cut me loose & I was lost.

I turned to drinking. Empty inside.

The sun is up & melting the frost.

Soon, he’ll be here to give you a ride.

He pulls up in his shiny sports car.

I know it is mostly all for show.

On the seat, he has his guitar.

How you two met, I’ll never know.

You come running out to meet him.

He holds you briefly in his arms.

You head to work with him then.

I know he is captured by your charms.

I just sit & stare at the empty road.

There is no reason for me to stay.

I feel half dead & I am getting cold.

I guess I’d best be on my way.

———————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

I look out upon the barren and dusty land.
There is little sign at all left from man.
This is said to once be a great city.
Not much in sight as far as I can see.
Here and there traces of ruins sticking up.
Like a giants fingers raising from the muck.
All around, the forest is closing in.
Soon, it will cover it all again.
Man’s time has come and gone.
There was a time when he was strong.
He ruled the world and all that was in it.
But, for mother earth, he didn’t give a sh–.
He became so arrogant he destroyed his race.
Very little reminders remain in any place.
The wind of change has covered all.
Man returned to dust after his fall.
Mother earth is returning to her glory.
The wind of change has done it for free.
Man is gone, but nature goes on.
Soon, another will sing their song.
I pray they learn from what’s left of man.
Try to realize what happened, if they can.
The chances of this are pretty slim.
The learning must come from within.
The only constant is the wind of change.
Be one with it, or you won’t remain.

——————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Drawbacks To The Foreign Leigon

Drawbacks To The Foreign Legion

It is dark and chilly on the desert tonight.
To hold this fort, we must stay and fight.
I am on duty. Walking on the walls.
Watching for movement out in the drawls.

This is our 49th day we have been here.
We cannot let the enemy near.
This is the only oasis for 50 miles.
If you control the water, you are all smiles.

I cannot remember what it’s all about.
I just follow orders and never pout.
The Foreign Legion is the best of the best.
I really love my desert colored vest.

It took us many days to get here by camel.
I was so tired & thirsty, I started to ramble.
We were told to hold this fort at all costs.
To lose this fort meant all was lost.

Whoever controls the water controls all.
We have the only water, from what I saw.
I saw a skeleton face down in a dried up ditch.
Life in the desert without water is a bitch.

Yet, I don’t get it? What is there to protect?
Water is the only thing—– I would bet.
Water in the desert is worth more than gold.
A person will give all for a drink, I am told.

But, if you’re not in the desert, water is around.
You can find it by just digging in the ground.
So, why come to the desert where water is rare?
There has to be something else here, I’ll swear.

They don’t tell us of low rank a thing.
Fight for the glory is all they sing.
I will do this, if the enemy gives us a try.
But, I sure wouldn’t mind a piece of the pie.

To the victors goes the spoils, they say.
That could be better than a pay day.
But, you don’t get rich in the Foreign Legion.
If you try, you could be hung for treason.

So, I’ll just keep doing what I do best.
Keep an eye out for all the rest.
Fight when the time is at hand.
If I survive,—– I will be ‘the man.’

——————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

A Mysterious ‘Thing’

A friend came by the other day.
He had something important to say.
Said he had to show me what it was.
He couldn’t tell me,— just because.
I said: “o.k. Let’s go.” I was curious.
We headed out. This was mysterious.
Deep in the woods he stopped me.
“Take a look. What do you see?”
“I see trees, sky, grass, and bushes.”
“No, just to the left of where your foot is.”
I looked. It was a square of shiny bluish metal.
It looked like the square lid to a kettle.
“What is it?”, I asked as I bent down.
“I don’t know.”, he said with a frown.
I touched it, expecting it to be cool.
“It is the same temp as me or you.”
“That’s not all. Pick it up and see.”
I tried, but it was heavy as can be.
“Is it stuck in the ground?”
“I don’t think so.” As he looked around.
He handed me an entrenching tool.
“Dig it up. I will help you.”
We dug the dirt out from all around it.
Then, we dug out the dirt under it.
It just sat there. Floating in the air.
We tried to move it, to our despair
It wouldn’t move. It was locked in place.
All around it was just open space.
We looked at it real close on all sides.
I used the shovel and really pried.
It wouldn’t move. It wouldn’t scratch.
About 6 inches. All sides matched.
We tried heat to no effect.
We covered it, but it wouldn’t move yet.
We sprayed it with paint. it dripped off.
The heat didn’t make it turn soft.
We dug much deeper, but nothing was there.
We used a metal dector everywhere.
No metal registered. Nothing to be found.
There was no way to get it off the ground.
Neither heat or cold changed the temp.
It was not magnetic or radioactive.
It was totally inert. In no way active.
Impervious to drills, acid, or major blows.
It never moved or got a dent or a hole.
The next day we returned with help.
Our college science professor. He knelt.
He looked in the hole. “Is this some joke?”
There was nothing in the hole but smoke.
The ‘thing’ was gone. To where, we don’t know?
The professor was pissed & said he had to go.
We never saw ‘it’ again or found another.
But, I swear it’s true. I’m not lying, brother.

————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Dreamy Eyes

Dreamy eyes. You’ve got such dreamy eyes.
I look into them and I realize.
You could be an angel in disguise.
Because you have such dreamy eyes.

I see you across the room.
Your eyes light up the gloom.
The sight of you makes my heart swoon.
I want to see you again soon.

Your eyes are a deep shade of blue.
Before I saw them, I never knew.
They look just like beautiful jewels.
I hope you like my hazel eyes too.

They are no match to your beautiful eyes.
The way your eyes seem to hypnotize.
I am under your spell. It’s no surprise.
It happens each time I look into your eyes.

I pray someday you’ll be my wife.
We’ll have children with their own life.
I hope they all will avoid all strife.
With eyes like yours, they will not fight.

Just one look should do the trick.
Calm the heart of anyone who is miffed.
They will look in their eyes and just sit.
Hypnotized by the sight of it.

How would it be if your eyes were green?
The prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.
They would light up any movie screen.
Yet, those blue eyes would steal every scene.

Dreamy eyes. You’ve got such dreamy eyes.
I keep thinking, it’s no surprise.
I just want to sit and stare into your eyes.
Because you’ve got such dreamy eyes.

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Love, Mostly From A Distance

Love, Mostly At A Distance

If you go and see the world like you want,
remember,—– all I want is you.
You will go without me. Not a taunt.
Still, our love will never die. It is true.
Sometimes you are like a rolling stone.
You gather no moss as you move along.
I will remain here, faithful to the bone.
Just remember that as you sing your song.
You were born with a restless sole.
I was born to be a person happy at home.
Just remember wherever you go.
I don’t like staying here all alone.
Bring it back. Bring back your love to me.
The longer you’re gone, the worse it is.
I know in your heart you want to feel free.
Still, you don’t want our love to lose its fizz.
I don’t mind going for a day or two.
As long as you are with me the whole way.
For longer trips I always end up missing you.
I can’t stand leaving home and staying away.
Yet, this feeds your sole. It is what you do.
My love will survive till you return.
I can think of no other except you.
Will your love for me survive, is my concern.
Usually I say yes. Being positive is what I do.
I see no solution to this ongoing problem.
I live with it and take the blows.
Can you think of a way to solve them?
My love remains strong. And so it goes.

———————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Hillbilly With A Drinking Problem

Hey Boregard, what ya doin tonight?
I’m a goin outside and takin flight.
What chu sayin? You all can’t fly.
By 9:00 tonight—– I will be high.

Ya old boozer, yer at it again.
Ya drink more than Bobby Linn.
The town drunk fer the past 8 years.
He only knows ‘more’ & ‘cheers.’

Why ya getting all liquored up fer now?
Ya knows yer wife is gonna have a cow.
I’m gonna fly like the ‘witchy woman.’
She’s the one The Eagles saw coming.

Ya keep it up an you’ll have the D T’s again.
See pink elephants and kiss your friends.
You’ll be a twitchin on the floor.
Puking and a barfing all over some more.

Don’t chu a worry bout my drinkin now.
I don’t care ifin my wife has a cow.
I be a celebratin the big occasion.
I be the leader of a bran new nation.

What nation is that? The drunken nation?
No. The Nation of Dalmatians.
Ya know I got a slew o them dogs.
I have more dogs than I have hogs.

You be Looney tunes is what you are.
You’re whacker than a crazy ‘baar.’
That booze is a killin yer brain cells.
Yer brain gets pickled, then it swells.

Let me take ya somewhere tonight.
It’s a new meetin I think you’ll like.
Do they show the old smut films?
I like em & the food. Fire up those kilns.

This be an A. A. meetin. Might save yer life.
Before ya get yerself killed by yer wife.
It be a good thing fer you to do.
I don’t wanna be havin to bury you.

You can guess what Boregard said.
Yeah, he’s still drunk & out of his head.
He said A. A. was “Drunk A Logs” fer all.
Not as fun as actually havin a ball.

When he dies the town bar will go broke.
On his tombstone will be his quote.
“A beer to me is like a glass of water.”
“If it was a lake I’d swim like an otter.”

—————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

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)

What Is The Answer?

Are you a person who lives in the past?
Are you interested in ‘old things’ that last?
Do you imitate the lifestyle back then?
Do you wish you could relive it again?

Or are you one who knows what future means?
Do you live with tomorrow’s dreams?
Do you wish you were born a little later?
Do you think tomorrow there will be no haters?

Or do you live and thrive in the here and now?
Do you manage to live a day at a time, somehow?
Yesterday is a goodbye, tomorrow isn’t here.
All is the here and now; that you make very clear.

Whichever way you tend to be.
Will it make a difference between you and me?
Can we still be, as one, together?
Can we cling to one another, whatever the weather?

Does time and place rule over all?
Is that the announcement before the fall?
Or is it ‘whatever will be will be?’
You are still you and I am me.

——————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

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