Tragedy – Page 14 – Word Smith Wisdom

Can’t Take It Anymore

Can’t take It Anymore

My patience is running mighty thin.

I am your whipping post again & again.

Drive another nail into my crucifixion.

But, I can’t redeem your sinful affliction.

Your tongue is like a nine pound sledge.

Breaking down my feeble hedge.

Defense mechanisms just won’t do.

When you come slamming your way through.

You leave me laying as a mental wreck.

A shell, my former confidence, a speck.

Destroyed, to never raise again.

Do you feel proud that you always win?

You are a mental vampire.

Making truth into a liar.

You would make even Dracula proud.

Your abilities stand out loud.

Others say “What’s the matter with you?”

“Why are you always acting the fool?”

“Letting her kick your heart around.”

“While you crawl on your belly, like a clown.”

Their observations are all right on.

I have groveled and it is wrong.

Time for me to walk like a man.

I am out of here as fast as I can.—————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Un-Named Short Poems

I have a feeling it’s gonna be

a little cold at home tonight.

My baby will make sure

I feel a little draft, alright.

She’ll be a little sore

And want to even the score.

Yes, it’s gonna be a little

Cold at home tonight.

—–O—–

Your flippin through the pages of my heart.

That’s all you’ve done.

Right from the very start.

If ever, you take the time

to read each and every line,

there would be no doubt.

I loved you from the start.

—–O—–

Searching for love

But, it never comes.

Bait the path.

Right to the gate.

The gate is locked.

Why hesitate??

Searching for love

But, it never comes.

Trying again, with other ones.

Get so far

but, always turn back.

Somewhere along the way

I lose my track.

—–O—–

Papa, why did you leave?

All Mama does is cry.

I say not to grieve.

Mama just gives a sigh.

I’m too small to be head of house.

Though I try and try.

I can’t even catch the mouse.

All Mama does is cry.

I’m really scared

and I’m not lying.

I’m gonna hug my T.V.

till Mama quits crying.

—–O—–

I tiptoe through the softness of your love.

Afraid to make ripples where I go.

But, I know that darkness is to the light

as hate is to love.

So, I know all is well.

Though, I am moving slowly.

————————————————–R. W. Johnson——-(2002)

—–O—–

A Tornado Tale

A Tornado Tale

Twenty four people busted through heaven’s gate.

From Moore, Ok., where they met their fate.

Ten were children, whose lives were snuffed out

By an F-5 tornado, that threw them about.

There were hero’s that day that saved many.

Even during the storm, they did plenty.

Like, the teacher who covered a few classmates

with her own body. The best shield she could make.

It broke her back and did much more damage.

To save the children, it was all she could manage.

The few children under her were safe.

Without her, who knows what would be their fates.

Many ask: “Where was God when the tornado hit?”

He helped all but twenty four get out of it.

Satan was doing his best to see all would die.

You must admit, he gave it one good try.

May all the survivors give testimony for God.

There is nothing about this that would be odd.

Calamity causes a paradigm shift in thinking. If you didn’t love God before, you weren’t thinking.

You end up in the valley of decision .

Praise God or curse Him . You will be driven

to choose one position or the other.

You need a Father as well as a mother.

Choose the heavenly Father & tell it to others.

Soon, they will be your sisters and brothers.

For the day is coming when the F-5 in Moore

will be a minor storm by ‘end time’s’ score.

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

Private World

Private World

Everything was black.

There was no sight.

There was no crap!

No emotions.

No feeling at all.

No commotions.

He was locked away.

Deep in his mind.

He had nothing to say.

To be left alone

was all he wanted.

He didn’t even moan.

He was drawn and gaunt.

His face was a mask.

No emotions there.

He wouldn’t last.

Death was drawing near.

Then,— she came.

A sweet smell he noticed first.

A gentle touch.

Others just made it worse.

As time passed,

He started to hear her voice.

Finally,— at last.

He had to look and see.

She was beautiful.

She was gentle and kind.

She trimmed his cuticles.

She washed his feet.

As he grew stronger,

She helped him to eat.

She was an angel to him.

She gave him hope.

Her heart he wanted to win.

So, one day, he actually spoke.

He told her he loved her.

He wanted her for his own.

She said what he didn’t want to hear.

“I am only your nurse.”

“I am married to another.”

It—it couldn’t be any worse!!

The black came slamming in.

He slipped back into his shell.

He would let no one in.

He would die first.

He was safe here from all pain.

The Dr. told the nurse:

“I think it’s all in vain”

He is going——-going———-going—————gone!!

—————————————————–R. W. Johnson——(2005)

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)

Mending A Broken Heart

Mending A Broken Heart

Take me to the breaking of a beautiful dawn.

Take me to where my heart has gone.

Take me to the end to search for the start.

There is only one way to mend a broken heart.

Take me to where I don’t feel so small.

Take me to where I don’t need to stand tall.

Take me there quickly before I fall apart.

There is only one way to mend a broken heart.

Teach me how to see when I close my eyes.

Teach me how to forgive and to apologize.

Show me quickly before I die in the dark.

There is only one way to mend a broken heart.

Take me to where love isn’t for sale.

To a place where hearts are not so frail.

Take me to where I don’t need to play a part.

There is only one way to mend a broken heart.

Take me to a place where I feel no shame.

Take me to a place where I feel no pain.

Learning a new game is the hardest part.

There is only one way to mend a broken heart.

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

It’s Forever

It’s Forever

I think back to the day,

we were married in the month of May.

You were so beautiful,

and I cried. I loved you so.

All my dreams of happiness

were coming true that day of bliss.

“It’s forever”, you heard me say

when you said “I do”, that day.

Without you —-

I know I can’t go on.

Without you —-

There is no morning dawn.

Without you —-

The stars no longer shine.

Without you —-

I know I’ll lose my mind.

Without you —- Without you.

I think back to the time

we spent together when you were mine.

You were so wonderful.

I never wanted to let you go.

I lived every day for you.

Your love for me was always true.

“It’s forever”, I told our friends.

I hoped that it would never end.

Without you —-

I know I can’t go on.

Without you —-

There is no morning dawn.

Without you —-

The stars no longer shine.

Without you —-

I know I’ll lose my mind.

Without you —- Without you —-.

It ended on that day,

the angles came to carry you away.

“Please God! —- Tell me why?”

“Was there a reason for her to die?”

She was so beautiful,

and, you know I loved her so.

“It’s forever”, —- was a lie!!

It ended the day she had to die.—————R. W. Johnson—-(1994)

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)

No Comfort In The Truth

No Comfort In The Truth

She was acting squirrelly. Something is wrong.

I’ll just be patient. It won’t take long.

The truth will come out sooner or later.

I’d rather be pulling teeth from a gator.

Then she says it’s got to end. It’s over.

She can’t go on . It’s no field of clover.

We just don’t seem to be compatible.

It seems to be where it’s at, you know.

There is no comfort in the truth

This is driving me through the roof.

Makes me suspicious . Is she lying?

Is there another? She’s not crying.

How much longer must this go on?

Probably just until she’s gone.

There’s no comfort in the truth.

This is driving me through the roof.

I said we share most everything.

We are even both right wing.

We like much of the same things.

Any more alike would be boring.

She said don’t try to change my mind.

It’s not like something that you find.

Then put in your pocket to keep around.

I am feeling lost instead of found.

There is no comfort in the truth.

This is driving me through the roof.

Makes me suspicious. Is she lying?

Is there another? She’s not crying.

How much longer must this go on?

Probably just until she’s gone.

There is no comfort in the truth.

This is driving me through the roof.

What are you talking about?, I said.

You make me feel like I am dead.

You’re not something that I found.

Your someone I want around.

That’s the point. I’m not a “thing.”

No, I’m not trying to be mean.

What I’m saying; I’m an individual.

A living person with a free will.

There is no comfort in the truth.

This is driving me through the roof.

Makes me suspicious. Is she lying?

Is there another? She’s not crying.

How much longer must this go on?

Probably just until she’s gone.

There is no comfort in the truth.

This is driving me through the roof.

———————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2011)

A Molester’s Dilemma

A Molester’s Dilemma

Hey little girl in the high school sweater.

Don’t mess with her cause you know better.

You should not be near a school

I hope you registered . Don’t be a fool

Someone bothered that girl last night.

You better just stay out of sight.

I hear tell they’re looking for you.

Tell me now, what you’re going to do.

What do you mean, it wasn’t you?

You know they saw you by the school.

Don’t tell me you’ve changed your ways.

You’ll be that way till the end of days.

If you messed around you will get caught.

You can’t run from the onslot.

In the end you’ll pay the price.

The girl will too and that ain’t nice.

You should have kept it in your pants.

You never should have taken the chance.

They will lock you away for a long time.

Till you’re too old to do the crime.

Even though you are a sinner

You still can become a winner.

Neal down and repent of it all.

Become like Adam before the fall.

You’ll still have to do the time.

But, you’ll be forgiven for the crime.

That still does not make it right.

But, in Jesus eyes you’ll be alright.————-R. W. Johnson—-(2011)