Life Lessons – Page 10 – Word Smith Wisdom

Stress Is A Killer

Stress Is A Killer

The stress is killing you. Let it go.

As the Paul McCartney song says. Let it be.

No one else really needs to know.

Let it go and you will be free.

Stress and worry is a killer.

It will bring you down.

It is worse than whipped cream filler.

Before long, you will no longer be around.

Get rid of stress, whatever it takes.

Exercise, vacation, even meditation.

You will sleep better and do better when awake.

I don’t think anyone needs that aggravation.

It manifests itself in a number of diseases.

You won’t be aware till it is too late.

With continued denial, it increases.

With the grim reaper, you will have a date.

Get rid of what is stressing you out.

Turn off the nightly news, if it’s the cause.

Maybe bills or health is what it’s about?

Time to sit back and take a pause.

Financial planners or doctors may help.

Relaxing music may do the trick.

Find what you like by checking Yelp.

Just don’t let relief give you the slip.

It can be a matter of life and death.

Something not to be ignored.

Take advantage of what you have left.

It is in your best interest, I implore.

—————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Life Goes On

Life Goes On

Skipping across the sea.

Flying fast and flying free.

Butterflies bursting into flame.

Everything is going insane.

The day before the sun didn’t shine.

Yet, I found this friend of mine.

We hiked through the driving rain.

Anything to wash away the pain.

Wash the memories from our mind.

It’s the best way to be kind.

Our jet skis are running low on fuel.

At least I am here with you.

Everywhere is a total waste.

Can this be our final fate?

We see a spit of land ahead.

A small island, isolated, it is said.

Fresh water, food, a way to live.

We have nothing left to give.

Man has tried to kill us all.

None were ready for the fall.

Hopefully, here, we will be left alone.

There is nowhere else that we can roam.

Paradise lost and paradise found.

We don’t know to smile or frown.

All we know is we will survive.

Despite all, it’s good to be alive.

—————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Singers And Songwriters

Singers And Songwriters

Singers and songwriters go through depression.

They use it as a form of expression.

They deliver a powerful message from deep in their sole.

They search through emotions and depressing lows.

They do the same when feeling high.

Use it as a source for reaching the sky.

Their songs are meaningful and can touch your heart.

Sometimes the content can tear you apart.

This is part of their creative ability.

To touch your heart with great agility.

You can identify with each word of the song.

The end is coming. It won’t be long.

But, you can play it again and again.

Play it until it is something within.

There is a song in almost anything.

Oh, what joy and beauty a song can bring.

If you have the skill to put such things to song.

You are highly blessed and where you belong.

Never give up on such a gift.

Too many people need the lift.

A world without music is no world at all.

It is a living hell with nowhere to fall.

So, enjoy whatever music rocks your boat.

For me, singers and songwriters get my vote.

—————————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Love Needs Trust

Love Needs Trust

I see a lot when I look in your eyes.

Could it be you are telling me lies?

The specks of gold are pretty in the blue.

It takes me to a place I never knew.

Like floating in the clouds above.

My hand in yours, like a glove.

Yet, is there a storm on the horizon?

I pray to God that you’re not lying.

Let it remain as it is right now.

Bright sunny days, I will allow.

The coming storm is not to be.

As long as you remain with me.

There is no reason for me to distrust.

Burned in the past. A victim of lust.

But, things are different this time.

You are quite different, I find.

Maybe I am seeing what’s not there.

A mirage sign that’s saying beware.

Just a vision of my imagination.

Emotional scaring causes hesitation.

We will take it a day at a time.

Trust will build within my mind.

In time, the scars will heal over.

Then, we are rolling in the clover.

Love is like a teeter totter in ways.

You’re up, then down over the days.

The past can affect what happens now.

I hope it will all change somehow.

I am willing to give it a try.

I see the smile in your eye.

Looks like we are on our way.

Each day will be a better day.

————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home

I am headed for home after many years.

If I can find my way through all my tears.

Things are not the same as they used to be.

Much has changed. Some very recently.

A fire has wiped out much of the town.

There are many new buildings around.

Home is not what it used to be.

Much of it is different to me.

I head out of town toward my home.

A small farm where I have grown.

There it is looking much the same.

It is like an old friend in name.

I feel the old nostalgia here.

This is home. That is clear.

I have been away far too long.

Now, I feel like singing a song.

I felt rocky till I arrived here.

This old farm takes away all my fear.

It is you in the doorway that I see.

I feel your fingers feather soft upon me.

I taste your kisses, sweet as honey.

I was gone, just to make some money.

But, the real riches are here in my arms.

I am overwhelmed by your charms.

I am home to never roam again.

Here with my lifelong lover and friend.

—————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Scientist Succeeds, For Himself Only

Scientist Succeeds, For Himself Only

The scientist was working in his lab.

His private project, for which he was glad.

Others would think he was totally nuts.

But, he had a theory, he had the bucks.

He felt man could pass through solids.

He could walk through walls. He vowed this.

Everything is mostly open space.

The space between the atoms, in this case.

If you could line up your atoms with others.

You could pass through, if it’s your druthers.

Jesus did it in the Bible, or so it states.

After his resurrection, an altered state?

Before His death He passed through crowds.

Maybe invisible? Not because of a shroud.

Scientifically, it should be able to be done.

If it could, he would be the one.

He worked for years to figure out how.

There had to be a way somehow.

Then, his hand passed through the countertop.

He was totally and completely in shock.

What exactly had he done?

Could it be done by anyone?

He was mentally willing his atoms to align.

It happened so easily, it shocked his mind.

He immediately put it to the test.

His hand went through anything without rest.

Then, came the biggest challenge of all.

He would try to walk through a wall.

He walked right through without any sweat.

Why so long for this challenge to be met?

It was a peculiar way of thinking.

It did take years to develop, without blinking.

He realized it had to come automatically.

“It was natural,” he said dramatically.

What was he going to do now?

Such thoughts before, he wouldn’t allow.

He didn’t want to be distracted in any way.

Now, he had to figure out what to say.

In the end, he kept the secret for his own pleasure.

Too many complications could affect his fate here.

Just the fact that he did succeed.

Would have to fulfill his every need.

It was better this way.

Such knowledge could ruin the day.

————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

The Game Of Life

The Game Of Life

There is a way through this maze called life.

Avoid the traps, manholes, and fights.

To have a fight must first come disagreement.

To avoid it usually means concede sent.

Be what they call the bigger man.

Concede your point, if you can.

The same with overwhelming emotions.

Such a thing can cause a commotion.

Maneuver around them as best you can.

Emotional scars will remain, like grains of sand.

In every endeavor we make in life.

It is a big game, often with strife.

To win this game will take much skill.

You can do it, if you have the will.

You can become an exceptional player.

Defeating each problem layer by layer.

Don’t stop on free parking. A mental breakdown.

Just move right on past with your head down.

Work on increasing your positives.

Work on decreasing your negatives.

The game of life can be tons of fun.

But, you can also feel under the gun.

It is all how you play the game.

Play to win. You will love what you gain.

———————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Country Correlations

Country Correlations

Drinking and thinking about a better life.

Maybe one that also included a wife.

I know it is all more delusional thinking.

So, I forget about it and go back to drinking.

Drinking, , good old boys, and pickup trucks.

Living in the country and hunting ducks.

Drinking moonshine when it’s around.

Partying on the levee. That summer sound.

All adds up to my way of life.

Could all this include a wife?

It seems doubtful at this time.

After all, I’m just in my prime.

Now I know how it all starts.

The depression and broken hearts.

This way of life may not be best.

I just may not be up to the test.

Country music just makes it worse.

It just perpetrates this awful curse.

There has to be a way besides liquor

It surely can’t be becoming a city slicker.

Once there I’ll be toting a heavy load.

I’ll be singing “Take me home country roads.”

Yup, I can see. Country is the place for me.

Where’s that country lass that wants to be free?

———————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

The Crying Game

The Crying Game

It makes me dizzy and I wonder why?

Damsels dressed for a perfect lie.

I have seen so much pride

it could make you cry.

Footloose and fancy free.

In the park to see what I can see.

There is more than meets the eye.

It is enough to make you cry.

In a world with so many choices.

Why must I hear so many voices?

I just shrug and give a sigh.

There is no use to cry.

She came on strong with desires.

There was no way that I was tired.

Is this all just one big lie?

It is enough to make one cry.

There must be a way into the light.

Living in the dark is such a fright.

There was light. I said ‘My oh my.”

Pretty enough to make me cry.

——————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Time Is Running Out

Time Is Running Out

I had visitors come to me in the night.

In dreams and visions that were out of sight.

Was it visitors from Never Land?

Maybe Tinkerbelle and Peter Pan?

No such thing was happening to me.

It was religious visions for me to see.

Angels guiding me to heavenly places.

I was shown many suffering faces.

Those on earth who are on the fence.

The valley of decision in their defense.

Will they choose the heavenly path?

Or, be led astray by the devil, at last?

The time to choose will be closing soon.

Don’t be caught baying at the moon.

I was told to spread the word.

Let people know what I saw and heard.

Everything that can be shaken will be.

If you’re sealed, you will be free.

There is much to learn and little time to do it.

The end for such effort will be a heavenly trip.

There will be trouble here like never was.

Too horrible to describe. Turn to His love.

If you are His, you are never lost.

You can’t be taken from His hand at any cost.

Choose before probation closes.

Make the correct choice, like Moses.

You have freedom of choice.

You’re not an organic robitoid with no voice.

The day of the Lord is coming soon.

Tell Him your heart has plenty of room.

——————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)