A Trip Within

         A Trip To Within

Why did I wait until the end?

To try and travel within.

Within the mind of another.

Not talking about my brother.

Into the mind of one disturbed.

I know, you think it is weird.

This ability is only mine.

I have known about it for some time.

I decided to try this trip.

I work with patients that will fit.

I got one to sit and relax.

Said I was looking for facts.

Didn’t tell it all to him.

Just to relax. Rest from within.

Slowly, I eased my way in.

I didn’t want to disturb him.

I had explored this way with others.

Other people, like my brother.

They all were considered sane.

The trip didn’t cause them pain.

When I reached the area of thought.

I was wondering what I sought?

Everything was jumbled here.

It was hard to see things clear.

Was that him riding a white horse?

Dressed up like a knight, of course.

He pointed his lance at me.

Then, started charging, you see.

Just before he ran me through.

The scene changed to something new.

He was small and quite ashamed.

It was causing him a lot of pain.

He had done something he knew was wrong.

He feared his parents, who came on strong.

He always felt small, and unworthy.

He had a fear of getting dirty.

His parents would whip his ass good.

He couldn’t please them, but, he knew he should.

His thinking became warped and delusional.

He withdrew into a world unusual.

He was the authority here.

He generated nothing, but fear.

His word was law to all around.

Else, he would smash them into the ground.

This had little to do with reality.

It was his way to compensate, you see.

They say he is a schizophrenic.

Not someone you would like to mimic.

I withdrew, understanding much more now.

Now, if I could only reach him somehow.

There may be hope for him to see the light.

To no longer fear that it may not be right.

It will take time, but I have a direction.

I must show him that I respect him.

Decisions for him are hard to make.

I want it to become a piece of cake.

Time will tell if this all paid off.

I am not one who will scoff.

——————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

A Christian Life

               A Christian Life

Wherever you go and whatever you do.

Others are always watching you.

All you do and all you say

makes up all you are today.

Improve your lot and do your best.

Leave an impression that will pass the test.

Never be naughty, always be nice.

Make it a habit so you don’t think twice.

You’ll be respected in your neighborhood.

Because you always act like you should.

When you take your girlfriend out,

There is nothing to worry about.

Her parents know you are responsible.

To not trust you would be unconscionable.

You will make a good impression.

Be it job, romance, or a study session.

More people like you is what we need.

But, don’t go around spreading your seed.

Just spread your honorable ways.

Others will admire you in every way.

Hopefully, they will strive to do the same.

Your shining example won’t be in vain.

————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

Missing Him

          Missing Him

Sitting here in a blue mood.

Just staring at the moon.

Thinking about you.

Where ever you went to.

You’re on a secret mission.

One Navy Seal is missing.

Missing from by my side.

I miss you so, I cried.

I know it is your job.

I pray for protection from God.

Please let him come home safe.

Let that be his only fate.

He does it for his country.

Let the children run free.

Let us maintain our freedom.

He fights so we can see them.

Yet,—– I miss him so.

Let someone else do the show.

He has paid his dues.

I hope it’s me he’ll choose.

His hitch will be up soon.

Let him make my heart swoon.

Let him tell me he’s home to stay.

All my prayers will be answered that day.

————————R.W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

The Imagination Of Children

 

      The Imagination Of Children

Children can see things adults can’t.

Adults don’t believe in that rant.

Kids see magical beings, elves, or fairies.

Sometimes things better left buried.

Adults outgrow the magical thinking.

They ignore it without even blinking.

But, how real are these ‘beings.’

They leave kids with a scary feeling.

Like the bogie man in the room.

Or evil climbing out of a tomb.

Physical scratches can appear on kids.

Bruises or cuts will flip parents lid.

Police suspect child abuse.

Foolish to tell them the real excuse.

Seems, the creatures can only appear

to those that believe. That much is clear.

What can be done about such threats?

Scaring little kids almost to death.

Not much, unless you think like a kid.

If you do, can you keep your lid?

If it scares kids, it will scare you.

Transport yourself to that world of magic.

Once there, Can you not be fanatic?

Actually come up with a plan.

One to stop them from coming to this land?

Would it be a wise thing to do?

A lot of children would be depending on you.

Yet, how will this affect their imagination?

They must have one to make a creation.

To reach their full potential in life,

They need that young experience of strife.

Maybe, better to leave well enough alone.

As long as it keeps a subdued tone.

The monsters come and the monsters go.

The children live on, becoming stars of the show.

———————————R.W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

It Was A Lie

             It Was A Lie

I didn’t want you to go away.

Your place is here by my side.

Tell me why you wouldn’t stay?

I wasn’t taking you for a ride.

 

Someone has been telling you lies.

Someone who was jealous of us.

I couldn’t lie to you, even if I tried

There is just no need for all the fuss.

 

You’re the one I’ve always dreamed of.

I felt you were sent from God above.

I cherish you more than life itself.

This is the worst I have ever felt.

You’re hurting from a lie that’s not true.

Please,—– put it all behind you

I was meant for you and you for me.

The happiness is us together, you see.

 

The best times were the two of us.

I never wanted anyone but you.

Have total faith and all your trust

that I am true. On this point you must.

 

Come back. We must make up the time.

I’m so into you. There is no other.

I want to know you are once again mine.

Please believe me. I don’t want another.

 

You’re the one I‘ve always dreamed of.

I felt you were sent from God above.

I cherish you more than life itself.

This is the worst I have ever felt.

You’re hurting from a lie that’s not true.

Please,—–put it all behind you.

I was meant for you and you for me.

The happiness is us together, you see.

———————–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)

 

 

 

Only Way To Travel In Time

 

Only Way To Travel In Time

I had a flash in my mind.

I had an idea about time.

As I walk down this dusty road.

My mind totes a heavy load.

Is time a constant, no variants?

Good thing I carry mints.

I popped one into my mouth.

It was good, as I roamed about.

Is time something we can travel?

Like this dusty road with gravel?

I move in time without moving at all.

I can’t run or move at a crawl.

Yet, something is happening here.

I can’t go back. Only look to the rear.

I move forward at a set speed.

If faster, would I age indeed?

Time travel gets scarier each minute.

One could lose one’s self in it.

The unknowns are a big turn off.

Yet, maybe, it will all burn off.

The how is the big problem here.

Can you travel within a mirror?

About as easy as time travel is.

Possible?  Maybe. But, gee whiz.

There is one way to do it now.

Imagination works somehow.

If you can think it, you can do it.

About as open as it can get.

So, buckle up and go for a ride.

Read Si Fi and ride the tide.

It is something anyone can do.

It sounds perfect for me and you.

—————-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)

 

 

 

Society Has Lost Sight

Society Has Lost Sight

Society is looking real sad.

Everything is turning bad.

People want it given to them.

They will bitch until the end.

Young people want it all.

Yet, not willing to recall.

How to succeed in business.

Or,  whatever it is they wish.

The world owes them a living.

Their country is good at giving.

But, still they burn the flag.

Protest all in which they lag.

They want, , still they taunt.

No cure for what they want.

Hang them with a new rope.

They will bitch without hope.

What I am trying to say.

How did they get here today?

They forgot where they came from.

Now, they are little better than scum.

Time to study our real past.

Take a look at what will last.

Have pride in your endeavors

True, it won’t last forever.

Yet, it should not end this way.

Take pride in what our past does say.

Live like a true American.

Not like a Socialist veteran.

Work hard and try to succeed.

No more whining. No need to plead.

Ask not what your government can do for you.

Ask what you can do for your government too.

—————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

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Lonely At Christmas

        Lonely At Christmas

I don’t wanna be lonely no more.

I don’t wanna answer the door.

I know it means more heartache for me.

All I want is to really be free.

 

Free from all the pain and hurting inside.

I want more than just to know I tried.

I’ve been down and lonely for so long.

I have no idea where I went wrong.

 

I see people enjoying each other’s love.

Like blessings sent from God above.

I have never been able to enjoy this.

It is truly something to bring bliss.

 

Just four walls and a deck of cards.

A table that rocks to make it hard.

I spend my time playing solitaire.

Wishing for a call from anywhere.

 

The holiday season is worst of all.

Celebrating Christmas is no ball.

I sit here carving up some spam.

Wishing the best for every man.

 

Something is tearing me up inside.

My pillow is wet because I cried.

I will hug my TV till someone comes.

Someone to bring me out of this slum.

 

The word lonely isn’t the end.

It is an endless hell to walk in.

There seems to be no way out.

Life sucks, if this is what it is about.

 

I pray Santa will answer my call.

Bring me a girlfriend to end it all.

Let me have a real Christmas.

One that I do not want to miss.

———————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)