Life Lessons – Page 13 – Word Smith Wisdom

Uncontrollable Love

Uncontrollable Love

I can’t believe that we’re together.

I hope this day will last forever.

It is not good to deceive a friend.

But, it had to be, so why pretend.

I’m not proud of lying to others.

I felt like I was in the gutter.

The reward is being with you.

For this, I will do all I have to do.

You are worth all my contemplations.

The friends I had have bad relations.

They want to make me suffer.

They want to treat me rougher.

I screwed them all over to get to you.

For you, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.

I know all this, you may not approve.

I’m not in a rut, I’m in a groove.

A love like this, I can’t control.

Please, just let this all unfold.

You will see I was meant for you.

And you were meant for me too.

Our friends will forgive us in time.

Once they see you are truly mine.

Love is blind and I did run amuck.

Like being run over by a garbage truck.

I can’t control what I may do.

As long as the end result is you.

We are there. We must make it last.

Or else, they all will beat my ass.

The path to true love passes through forever.

A signpost up ahead. Eternity or never.

Take this trip with me you won’t regret.

You won’t feel sorry for the day we met.

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

A Land Without Signs

A Land Without Signs

Lost in a land without signs.

How it would be if I were blind.

No ‘do this,’ ‘do that,’ or whatever.

I don’t know if this is better.

Advertizing is out the door.

For that, I’m happy to the core.

No road signs or mileage signs either.

Bad news if I get cabin fever.

No sign to keep off the grass.

Someone yelled “Move your ass.”

No warning signs of danger.

Walk carefully, if a stranger.

No buildings with names on them.

Embarrassing, walking into a girls gym.

Where’s the bathroom? I got to go.

Without a sign, I’ll be quite a show.

No stop signs. Drive with care.

No signs that say BEWARE!!

I don’t think I like this place.

I’ll take signs, whatever it takes.

A cop tapped me on the shoulder.

Woke me up, without being bolder.

The sign said no loitering or sleeping.

He waves me on, the park bench creaking.

I was back, as I kissed the sign.

The cop just shrugged. He didn’t mind.

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

Lost Gold, Found & Lost

Lost Gold, Found & Lost

The dust storm was severe.

I was lost, that was clear.

Grit was getting in my eyes.

It was burning, making me cry.

I kept staggering along.

Wondering which way I had gone?

I couldn’t see a single thing.

Wondering what each step will bring?

A wet handkerchief over my face.

Goggles on, I can’t see this place.

I was out, mining for gold.

“It’s in the desert,” I was told.

They failed to mention the storms.

Now, I feel so forlorn.

I may die before this is over.

They will find me pushing up clover.

Suddenly, I fell and rolled down a hill.

A sand dune, building for the kill?

I imagined it falling and covering me.

There was nowhere for me to flee.

The wind was much less down here.

It felt better, that was clear.

I found I could see around a bit.

Sand was blowing over a rift.

A small bluff of higher land.

Behind it, I was below the sand.

Then, I saw something shiny.

It was gold! Quite a find for me.

I dug around & found a bunch in a sack.

I had found some miner’s pack.

I would lay low till the storm blew out.

Grab the gold and set a route.

If I can make it out of here.

I will be rich. That was clear.

Then, I remembered the stories.

A miner left his gold behind, his glory.

He knew he couldn’t carry it out .

“I need more water,” he did shout.

Indians found him barely alive.

They helped him to survive.

He searched for his stash of gold for years.

It was lost, along with his fears.

I decided he may have been right.

I gave up the gold without a fight.

I took 2 nuggets along with me.

I made it out. I was lucky & free.

I went back to find that gold.

It was lost, as I had been told.

Which is better? Gold or life?

I’ll take life with all its strife.

That gold may never be found again.

But, overall, it is better to win.

——————–R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

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)

A Trip That Keeps On Giving

A Trip That Keeps On Giving

While walking in this new place,

I ended up at the marketplace.

All the people everywhere.

Many new smells in the air.

Different spices from many lands.

People talking with their hands.

As they bargained for the lowest price.

Everything here looked so nice.

Then, I saw her walking by.

She smiled when she caught my eye.

I had never seen her before.

But, I knew I wanted to see her more.

She had a scarf wrapped around her head.

Like most women, as she moved ahead.

Before long, she was out of sight.

I looked for her till it was night.

At the hotel, something was missing.

The thought of her and I kissing.

But, she was nowhere to be found.

No matter how much I looked around.

The next day she never showed.

The marketplace was growing old.

Day after that, I was headed home.

A long air flight back all alone.

The following week, I was walking downtown.

Suddenly, I turned around.

A woman was entering a store.

She looked the same as she did before.

Rapidly, I followed her in.

I was thinking how to begin.

I said: “I saw you in the marketplace.”

“Then, you were gone without a trace.”

She said: “Yes, I remember you.”

“ You remind me of someone I knew.”

“That was another lifetime now.”

“You remembered me somehow?”

She had a wrinkle appear on her brow.

“Something lit up in me when I saw you.”

“I knew I wanted to see more of you.”

“This is very strange, for sure.”

“I came home, and we meet at this store?”

“You’re from here also?”, I said.

“Yes, I have lived here since I was wed.”

“You are married then?”

”No, my husband died a few years ago.”

“You reminded me of him, very much so.”

My heart started a trip to forever.

I knew I had to be very cleaver.

But, I was sure she was my destiny.

She was everything I wanted her to be.

One thing led to another.

She introduced me to her brother.

We hit it off very good.

Everything was falling into place.

I was sure this was our fate.

If you travel abroad at any time.

Always keep this story in mind.

For, the same could happen to you.

Falling in love with the one met for you.

——————————-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)

Time Fulfilled

Time Fulfilled

Time is eternal, love is too.

I have enough time for you.

Distance is often a bummer

If only I could hear from her.

Days stretch into months.

I think of her a bunch.

Months stretch into years.

I see her through my tears.

Gray walls never change.

It doesn’t help to complain.

Only one word, or a letter,

and I would feel so much better.

Time passes, the memories stay.

Have to hang on one more day.

The day comes. I am released.

She is there,—– in the street.

Time becomes eternity.

There is only her and me.

My arms reach out for her.

I know she is mine for sure.

Two hearts are beating as one.

I’m not aware of the setting sun.

Here in eternity forever.

We walk away together.

————R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

End Time Prophet??

End Time Prophet??

My life is hanging by a very thin thread.

I can’t tell you what’s running through my head.

Ohh, ohh, ohh, —-not a lire.

All the people keep coming around.

They want the wisdom I can pass down.

Ohh, ohh, ohh, —not a lire.

Can he give you what you’re praying for?

Will you have to show him the door?

There are others who are wondering too.

What will be the end of you.?

The answer is written on the wall.

They will continue till they fall.

Many wonder what this world is coming to.

That is why I am praying for you.

The sky grows dark as they gather around.

There is moisture on the ground.

Ohh, ohh, ohh, —not a lire.

The final vision is coming fast now.

The people can make it through somehow.

Ohh, ohh, ohh, —not a lire.

Yes, the answer is written on the wall.

The prophets before have seen it all.

Small differences will mean very little.

You have to dance when He plays His fiddle.

The beat is fast, the tempo uplifting.

It is now time for the sifting.

Those marked with love will make it through.

In the hand or forehead is nothing new.

It is here with blinding speed.

None are sure just how to proceed.

Ohh, ohh, ohh, —not a lire.

Love is the greatest weapon of all.

If you can’t love, then you will fall.

Ohh, ohh, ohh, —not a lire.

———————————R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

It’s A Long Way To Never

It’s A Long Way To Never

We’ve been together a long, long time.

Since being introduced by a friend of mine.

I love living together, just you and me.

But, there’s so much more I want it to be.

It seems it’s a long way to never.

I know we belong together.

We are true to one another.

Neither would want any other.

I want to seal it with a ring.

Do you know what I mean?

You avoid the thought like a plague.

You say you want bacon and eggs.

Anything to change the subject.

Don’t you think it will fit our budget?

Are you afraid of the commitment?

It’s time you started to get with it.

If our love is true, time to tell others.

We are one till one dies, or the other.

It seems it’s a long way to never.

I know we belong together.

We are true to one another.

Neither would want any other.

I want to seal it with a ring.

Do you know what I mean?

Maybe it is something that will never be.

I know that you want to be with me.

Yet, marriage is something that scares you.

What do you think it would make me do?

————————-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)