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Moderately Confused #2

Moderately Confused #2

After just one date, you won’t come around.

I am very sorry I let you down.

I am sorry I acted like I did, my dear.

I was just trying to cover up my fear.

I know now that I was a real ass.

I acted like someone without any class.

I embarrassed you in front of your friends.

I will never get another date with you again.

I have always been afraid of what I’d do.

I found out on my date with you.

That was the first real date I have been on.

I felt really sad when you were gone.

I have this built in fear of failure.

I hoped I would overcome it if I ‘date her.’

That didn’t work and you hate me for it.

I was hoping I could score a hit.

Once there, I just fell apart & became a jerk.

Whatever I tried, it just didn’t work.

There is no redemption I could mention.

If it was a job, I’d lose my pension.

I deserve all that has happened to me.

But, you didn’t deserve any of it, you see.

The jig is up, I’ll be on my way.

I hope I never repeat this day.

—————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

The Existence Of The Others

The Existence Of The Others

The walking man looks like a bag of bones.

He wanders along alone without a home.

He never knows where his next meal is.

Don’t put your blame on him for this.

Circumstances were beyond his control.

What brought them on, he didn’t know?

He once was a lot like you are now.

Earning a living by the sweat of his brow.

Now, he doesn’t live, he just exists.

He is beyond being mad and having fits.

His focus is strictly on what’s to come.

Where is his next meal coming from.

True, the poor will always be with us.

Society rejecting them can make you cuss.

There’s little help. They have stopped trying.

There is no motivation. I’m not lying.

It is an existence hard to comprehend.

For them, they have reached the very end.

You could say they are waiting for God.

That’s all that is left. This is not odd.

What else to do if they were you?

There must be something we can do?

The answer is a curse to society.

Unsolvable, probably do to our piety.

At the least, we can all pray for them.

Treat them like they were our kin.

They are already down and out.

In a zombie land, without a doubt.

An hour, a day, a year to them,

is just the passing of a blur within.

The high points being a decent meal.

Little is said about how they feel.

Except for the grace of God, go you.

Can you see what they are going through?

—————————R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

The ‘Redneck’ Way

The ‘Redneck’ Way

Way back in the Ozark mountains.

There are some ‘rednecks’ living there.

The census taker can’t count them.

He is told: ‘Don’t enter. Beware.’

The rumors, taken all in fun.

Say the ‘rednecks’ are inbred.

They will greet you with a gun.

The women want a man to wed.

Most stay clear of going there.

Just in case the rumor is true.

A ‘redneck’ gal is too much to bare.

She will rape you fore she’s through.

Some city slickers went there fishing.

They were not seen for some time.

They’d rather be dead than just missing.

What happened to them was a major crime.

They wouldn’t talk about it at all.

They walked like a corncob was up their ass.

If pushed, they just started to bawl.

Given the chance, they got out fast.

They only gave this final warning.

Don’t go into the Ozark mountains.

You’ll be raped every night and morning.

You’ll squeal like a pig. It is their way of courting.

———————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

It’s A Crazy World

It’s a Crazy World

I was there when it started coming down.

There was no more happiness to be found.

All there was, was heartbreak and misery.

There was no way to reverse it, that I could see.

The parents told me to get the hell out.

But, I wasn’t going to sit around and pout.

I went about proving that they were wrong.

I didn’t want this to take too long.

I was not two timing their daughter.

It was all a bunch of hog fodder.

I will get the bastards who said such a thing.

They are not getting away with anything.

I followed my sources to the very end.

It pays to have some real friends.

The last clue fell into place.

I almost fell right on my face.

The culprit of rumors was my sister.

Just because I wouldn’t kiss her?

I told her it was the wrong thing to do.

I’d rather kiss my girlfriend than I would you.

She vowed to get revenge.

She wasn’t sorry, so why pretend.

So, I gave her a kiss and told her to talk.

Most won’t believe it, as likely as not.

She came clean about the whole darned thing.

Told the parents why she tried to make a scene.

The parents apologized for saying I flirted.

But, still no dating, cause I was perverted.

I almost flew into a rage.

I felt like I was in a cage.

I’m not perverted, it is my sister.

They said that’s a real twister.

How do we know it doesn’t run in the family?

I said, I don’t try to give little girls candy.

They finally relented and said we could date.

My girlfriend said I was a little bit late.

She found another to occupy her time.

This whole thing almost blew my mind.

But, the men is white coats are nice to me.

They let me roam around on the grounds, you see.

My sister comes to visit now and then.

She seems to be dating my X- girlfriend.

———————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

Disaster From Space

Disaster From Space

I was overseas when it happened.

At first, I thought it was a distraction.

It was much more than that, it seems.

An asteroid hit to the extremes.

Life on this planet was disrupted.

Like everyone had become corrupted.

All forms of transportation was down.

No communication anywhere around.

Back to the stone age in one big blast.

Man will be lucky if he can last.

Somehow, I had to get back home.

Can’t leave my loved ones all alone.

I found a sailing yacht willing to take me.

The Captain said yes, for a large fee.

I barely had enough to cover it.

I just hoped he wouldn’t quit.

Incredible storms were brewing.

Due to the blast and its undoing.

Several times I thought we would sink.

It almost threw my ass into the drink.

Constant rain the entire way.

Winds strong enough to blow us astray.

We finally made land in a U.S. harbor.

To get home, I must go much farther.

The asteroid hit in New York state.

The people there had a deadly fate.

My home was in Northern California.

Damage there was torn land and lava.

Bad weather covered the entire world.

Worse than a nuclear winter world.

We had landed in San Francisco Bay.

I rode a bike north for another day.

Finally, I reached our home.

Things were such a mess, I moaned.

The family was safe in our fallout shelter.

Their lives had been knocked all kilter.

But, physically, they were all safe.

Survival preparations and a lot of faith.

We were overjoyed to be together.

Now, we had to deal with the weather.

Global warming was out the door.

Now colder than it ever was before.

We had enough food to last a year.

It would take that long for the sky to clear.

But, with my loved ones by my side.

I will be in for the ride.

After everything, it is family that counts.

Any and all mountains we will mount.

With the Lord as our savior, we can’t fail.

We’ll get by with no internet or mail.

————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

The Sea And Me

The Sea And Me

Walking along by the sea.

This is a dream world to me.

I hear the waves breaking.

All the while, my heart is aching.

I used to walk with another.

Now my life is in the gutter.

She is no longer at my side.

She used to love to watch the tide.

This all brings back memories.

Even the crisp and salty breeze.

Many wonderful days spent here.

Now, it’s blurry through my tears.

I pick up a shell to hear the sea.

It’s her voice, or seems to be.

She is saying she met another.

This is what tore us asunder.

I watch a ship, way out at sea.

It seems to be calling out to me.

Get on board and sail away.

Forget about this terrible day.

But, I know that will not happen.

I head back to my little cabin.

The sea shore isn’t what it used to be.

When it was only you and me.

Given time, I may find another.

In the meantime, I just shudder.

Why is this all happening to me?

Is there somewhere else I’d rather be?

No, the green eyed lady is my friend.

I will keep coming here again.

To get condolence? I don’t know.

It just eases my very sole.

It washes away all that is bitter.

But, it will take time to quit her.

Never feel bad about it all.

Pride always goeth before a fall.

——————-R W. Johnson—–(2017)

The Final Decision

The Final Decision

If I go into the silence with you,

what will happen to all we knew?

You were my favorite song.

Not to hear it would be all wrong.

Is there anything there to see?

Is it the right place for you and me?

If we go, there’s no coming back.

I am not sure that’s where it is at?

True, others have done the same.

No one knows of what became?

I have considered long and hard.

We could be playing the wrong card.

Have you considered other options?

None that you say would top them?

Things are not the best they could be.

I guess it is a way to be free.

From frying pan into the fire.

Talk about coming down to the wire.

It does take a lot of faith.

Possibly faith misplaced.

A one way trip with no way back.

I am not sure I am ready for that.

You say you can’t go without me.

Time to find other ways to be free.

—————–R.W. Johnson—–(2016)

Coming Home

Coming Home

I have been on the road.

Looking for some answers.

Mostly in automatic mode.

The doubts are like a cancer.

You say you want me.

But, you never came to get me.

So, I began to doubt you.

There is something about you.

That makes me want to say.

Maybe tomorrow will be the day.

I think time will change it all.

So, new places for me to see.

It beats waiting for your call.

Wondering if you’ll set me free.

I never see or hear from you.

I have set my hopes too high.

Maybe I should see this through.

Come home, even if it’s to cry.

You say you want me.

But, you never came to get me.

So, I began to doubt you.

There is something about you.

That makes me want to say.

Maybe tomorrow will be the day.

I have caught the last flight home.

I hope this is the right thing to do.

Hopefully, I will never have to roam.

If you tell me what I want you to.

—————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

The Preacher Of The Punch

Preacher Of The Punch

They came from near and far.

To hear the preacher, a big star.

He preached hot hell and freezing snow.

He alone could steal the show.

By the time he got on stage.

He already had worked up a rage.

He had them crying and screaming.

He had them praying with feeling.

He flushed their pockets of all their change.

“The Lord will provide”, he fed their brains.

He tore them down to worthless sinners.

Then built them up to glorious winners.

He asked for a dedication and they all came up.

He blessed each one while they drank from a cup.

He said it was the blood of the Lord.

For each and every one it struck a chord.

They were all saved by the blood of the lamb.

He had them eating right out of his hand.

They would follow him anywhere.

They would do whatever he dared.

He took them to the jungle in Guyana.

To avoid the persecution that was falling like manna.

He got them all to drink “Guyana Punch.”

It wasn’t something just served for lunch.

It was poison that would release them home.

Now that it’s done, you have been shown.

A preacher may be full of fire and brimstone.

But, if he says he will bring you home.

Then it’s time to find a new congregation.

Somewhere else to drink your libations.

Otherwise you will be disappointed.

When it is time for you to be anointed.

There is a God who will save all who come.

Read the Bible, you’ll know who is the One.

That way in that glorious day

Your sins will have been forgiven and cast away.

————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Postage Due

Postage Due

I have traveled far for you.

My intentions have been true.

I sent a letter through the mail.

Stating it all in detail.

What do you mean by that?

You didn’t get the letter. It’s a fact.

It came with postage due.

You thought I thought more of you.

You were mad and rejected it.

They said you threw a little fit.

I used enough postage for sure.

It must have fallen off, as it were.

You don’t believe a word I say.

Save it for another day.

For another who will believe.

As for you, I can’t deceive.

You are sadly mistaken dear.

I’m not deceiving you. Never fear.

Retrieve it from the dead letter box.

Read it and learn that I’m not.

My letter is dead to you?

Just because of a little postage due?

Good thing I learned of this now.

Before I made a permanent vow.

Lacking postage has saved me.

I wonder how this could be?

Miracles seem to never cease.

Despite the loss, I can be in peace.

—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)