Tea Leaf Deceived

            Tea Leaf Deceived

He was a guy who drifted around.

One day he drifted into our town.

He wasn’t one who looked for trouble.

I don’t want to be one to burst his bubble.

But, when he arrived, his fate was sealed.

You might say he got a rotten deal.

Right away he attracted attention.

Mostly from girls. Not to mention.

He was a real good looking guy.

That is why he caught their eye.

The town bully had a girl.

The newcomer gave her a thrill.

She started giving him a lot of her time.

The bully found out and said ‘She’s mine.”

He took a swing at the newcomer.

The result was a real bummer.

The new guy moped up the floor with him.

Then,—- he said with a grin.

“I’m not here to steal your girl.”

“I am looking for Jeffery Till.”

“He lives just outside town.”

“What do you want with him?” he frowned.

“It’s my business and none of yours.”

“Stay out of it or do you want some more?”

The bully cowered and scooted away.

He would settle this another day.

The new comer found his way to Till’s place.

He had a grim look on his face.

“Mr Till, I want to talk to you.”

“I have things to tell you that are true.”

“Who are you?” Till said with a sneer.

“You’ll find out. Have no fear.”

“I knew your daughter before she died.”

“She missed you. She cried and cried.”

“She was raped and beaten badly”

“Died from her injuries.”  He said sadly.

“Before she died she asked me to find you.”

“To tell you she missed you and loved you to.”

“She told me how you threw her out.”

“She didn’t even know what it was all about.”

“Why did you throw her out on her ear Mr Till?”

“Yelling that you didn’t forgive her and never will.”

“She had no knowledge of why you were mad.”

“I know that you made her miserable and sad.”

Mr Till said  “I have nothing to say to you.”

“Run along now and find something else to do.”

“I loved your daughter and I’m not leaving.”

“I could beat your ass, the way I’m feeling.”

Mr Till backed up, all color leaving his face.

“You better talk or I won’t leave this place.”

“O.K., o.k. I found out she was pregnant.”

“She thought you wanted her to pay rent.”

“She was NOT pregnant. You made an error.”

“Dr’s checked her after her rape affair.”

“Where did you get the idea she was?”

“I read it in tea leaves.” He said in a rush.

“Why, you stupid old fart.”

“Your ignorant superstitions tore you two apart.”

“She died of injuries and a broken heart.”

“All she wanted in life was for you to be a part.”

Mr Till broke down in tears.

“What have I done? All these years.”

“I have always lived by the tea leaf readings.”
“Now, you bring me terrible greetings.”

“I will never read tea leaves again.”

“So be it.” Said the new guy. Then,

the bully and some friends arrived.

“Grab him boys. We’ll skin him alive.”

A hell of a fight broke out then.

Mr Till helped the new guy to win.

The bully and friends were knocked out.

“Get off my property” Mr Till did shout.

The bully and friends took off.

Mr Till gave a slight cough.

Mr. Till said “I didn’t catch your name.”

The new guy said “That’s o.k., just the same.”

“I’ll be going now. Thanks for your help.”

“I am sorry. I don’t know if it will help.”

“It does Mr Till. I pray that she knows.”

With that, he was gone down the road.

———————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

Leave The Past In The Past

 

        Leave The Past In The Past


He drifted into town. He stayed all alone.

No one knew where he called home.

He kept to himself. He liked it that way.

They say, it was likely, he wouldn’t stay.

He was a mountain of a man. Easy to spot.

Most tried to avoid him, likely as not.

Then came the day when men were crying.

The café caught fire & people were frying.

He ran in & carried people out.

Two at a time. He was stout.

He survived, but was badly burned.

He had little money, it was learned.

Through donations his bill was paid.

He got a job worth his pay grade.

He was called “Big Bad John,” after the song.

It wasn’t his name, but he went along.

One day he walked into church.

He sat in a pew like it was a perch.

He decided to tell the pastor. He was no fool.

He told the pastor his past, which no one knew.

The pastor turned white, while sitting in the pew.

Yet, he knew the story he was told was true.

“None of this is a sin by you, son.”

I Know”, he said, “Thy will be done.”

The pastor invited him to join the church.

He said he would, for what it is worth.

It wasn’t long till he became a deacon.

He accepted without even blinking.

He met his soul mate at the church.

They dated a year. He put her first.

The wedding was a lovely one.

The whole town came, just for the fun.

Within a year they had a little boy.

He grew like a weed. He was their joy.

He was a chip off his old man’s block.

Looked just like him. Solid as a rock.

Then, some bad men came to town.

They were following the son around.

One day they grabbed the son and tied him up.

They weren’t gentle. They treated him rough.

They called his dad and said “We have your son.”

“You tried to get away, but you could never run.”

“We hunted for you for years. Now, you are ours.”

“Your son will die if you don’t meet us at the bar.”

His past had caught up with him.

He knew that he had not done a sin.

But, he might now, if his son was hurt.

He flexed his muscles, which tore his shirt.

He went  to the bar. His son was there with them.

They immediately put a knife under his chin.

His son strained his bonds and broke free.

He started kicking ass on the closest creep.

Soon, father and son were mopping up the floor.

Till the bad guys couldn’t fight anymore.

They were turned over to the police.

They went to prison for kidnapping the son.

It was party time for everyone.

People shouted “Like father, like son.”

Soon, election time had begun.

The Dad was elected mayor on a write in.

Everyone felt real safe with him.

A deacon, mayor, hero, and local legend.

He was very proud to be their leader then.

His life was much better than his secretive past.

He only prayed daily that it would last.

———————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

The Hitchhiker’s Guide To Happiness

       The Hitchhiker’s Guide To Happiness

I met her while hitching through the western states.

She said she was ‘drifting’, if I heard her straight.

She gave me a lift into Reno, where we stopped.

We shared a room to save on the cost.

We decided to travel together. We needed jobs.

We found them in a casino. We beat the odds.

I worked security and she was a dealer.

We lasted about a year till long hours defeated her.

We pulled up stakes and traveled on.

Ended up in San Jose. I got work before dawn.

She painted and sold them on the street.

Also at flea markets and at artist meets.

We liked where we were. It was quiet.

Till we got caught up in a Trump riot.

We decided to look for greener pastures.

I remembered a little place from last year.

We ended up in Pahrump. Not a lot here.

Desert like country. Hot . I needed a cold beer.

Little work to be found. Fast food or car wash.

In two months we left, at any cost.

We headed for an ocean side town.

Much cooler for us all around.

Fishing and work with seafood was good.

We had a good time doing what we should.

We came to depend on one another.

Before she knew, I was more than a brother.

She became the most important thing to me.

We stayed six months, before we got itchy feet.

We went east and ended up down south.

The Alabama food was watering to our mouth.

We ended up in New Orleans during Marti Gras.

Things were kicked back. There was no boss.

We liked it and wanted to stay for awhile.

We found good jobs and were living in style.

I started thinking of maybe settling down.

She looked at me with a funny frown.

She really didn’t have much more to say.

Then, came that wonderful, fateful day.

She told me she was in a ‘family’ way.

She was pregnant, she meant to say.

So, we decided to marry and settle down.

This would be our final town.

I am not sorry for the way it turned out.

You will never see me sit and pout.

I had all I wanted the day I met her.

It was the end of her ‘drifting’, that’s for sure.

We now have two boys, who are doing fine.

I sit back with a glass of wine.

I said, “Let’s make a toast to their future.”

“If they ‘drift’, let them be true to her.”

“For they will find the girl of their dreams.”

“Let them enjoy the road and all it brings.”

—————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

Freedom Has Its Price

Freedom Has Its Price 

See the wild horses running free.

The eagle flies far above the trees.

The butterfly flirts here and there.

There is freedom everywhere.

 

My heart is chained and nailed down.

I have no freedom to move around.

If I try to be free, I will not succeed.

I am caught in the spell you’ve weaved.

 

Usually, lovers don’t want to be free.

They are enjoying all they see.

In this case,—- it is a living hell.

I am being smothered, I can tell.

 

There is no way out for me.

I will die in total misery.

You will never let me go.

I am the star of your show.

 

Without you I am half a man.

With you, I only do what I can.

I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t.

I feel like I should, but you know I won’t

 

This is going to end in a bad way.

I can see it coming this very day.

It will be nasty for both of us.

I can’t just get on the bus.

 

There may be 50 ways to leave your lover.

But, my only way out is like no other.

I can separate the light from the dark.

Despite saying we will never part.

 

Where I go you won’t be able to follow.

I am not talking about Sleepy Hollow.

It will all come as a shock to you.

Then, you will realize you have been a fool.

————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

Love Is A Mystery

        Love Is A Mystery

There is mysteries all around.

Always, there are more found.

But, the greatest of them all

is love. Do you hear its call?

 

It can beacon from near or far.

It can reach you where you are.

Some love makes no sense at all.

Others can leave you standing tall.

 

Love can come and love can go.

Love can make your entire show.

Be it sweet or heartbreaking.

Love is worth the undertaking.

 

Love can lift your spirits high.

Love can hurt till you want to die.

It can tear your heart into.

It can make a fool of you.

 

Love can fill your every need.

It can leave you wondering , indeed.

love for one another is great.

Each giving what they take.

 

Why love comes our way

is a mystery for every day.

Where it comes and where it goes

only God really seems to know.

 

You can know how to make it better.

Or, you can get a ‘Dear John’ letter.

Just give love as you want to be loved.

The rest will come from God above.

——————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

Not The Way Of Nature

      Not The Way Of Nature

We were going down a narrow path.

“Hands up, or I’ll blow away your ass!!”

We were mugged on a mountain trail.

“Is nowhere safe!,” my partner wailed.

 

The man had his face covered up.

His hand was steady, sure enough.

The pistol he used looked big to us.

Fast and efficient, without any fuss.

 

This man has probably done this before.

From the non-descript clothes he wore.

He was average height and weight.

A Caucasian, make no mistake.

 

I wouldn’t know him if I saw him again.

Except for one little thing, my friend.

In my wallet was an explosive ink pack.

It’s on his hands now. I’m sure of that.

 

I only had it for demonstration purposes.

I sell them,—– but the worst is

It won’t wash off. He’ll be marked for a month.

This could help lawmen get the jump.

 

He is probably wearing gloves in the summer.

Very suspicious and a real bummer.

Hopefully, they will nail his hide.

Not right to rob people when outside.

 

Not right to rob people at all.

Time for him to take a fall.

Then my nature walks will go my way.

I can hardly wait till that day.-

——————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

The Mystery Of Life

          The Mystery Of Life

I found it’s like a squeaky door.

Squeeze through to see some more.

Once there you wonder where to go?

Not possible to blend with the flow.

You get bumped and jerked around.

Never knowing where you’re bound.

If you knew up from down while here.

You might be able to make it clear.

You just want to get through it.

Keep the stress to a little bit.

But, things are never easy.

Even if you are a little sleazy.

Over time you learn much more.

What am I really here for?

Take it all and form a picture.

Mental process is much richer.

Time flies by and you reach the end.

Which way will you go my friend?

Will you slip out quietly?

Or, make headlines for all to see?

What you did here lives on.

In the memory of others who carry on.

What comes next, you haven’t a clue.

Take it on faith. Don’t be a fool.

Some peoples trips are shorter.

Other’s are a lot longer.

Either way, your beginnings are the same.

Your endings may not be yours to claim.

Yet, after exiting, all blends together.

In the minds of those who write these letters.

—————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

Come Back Home

             Come Back Home

There was a time when you would come around.

You’re face would shine with love unbound

The dove of peace would fly your way.

You fed him virtues every day.

Hallelujah.

 

Then something happened in your life.

Something that brought in major strife.

Like they tied you in a kitchen chair.

Then force fed you till you didn’t care.

Hallelujah.

 

You were fed on the ways of the world.

Your lips grew bright, your hair curled.

All that mattered no longer did.

The sins of the world kept you hid.

Hallelujah.

 

I have faced the wicked ways.

They once tried to draw me away.

I fought back with all the armor.

I didn’t want to be a charmer.

Hallelujah.

 

Hallelujah, hallelujah. Hallelujah, hallelujah.

 

Haven’t you wanted something more?

Once before you were at the door.

Knock once and you can come in.

Walk away from the world of sin.

Hallelujah.

 

More than one has been led astray.

Most are sorry for that day.

Few say they’re sorry, then turn away.

I hope you haven’t missed that day.

Hallelujah.

 

The dove is wounded and cannot fly.

He needs your love to get him by.

You can do it, if you try.

Don’t end up rejected and cry.

Hallelujah.

 

He is there. Always waiting for you.

His love will see you through.

Trust in Him rather than worldly things.

Once you’re back your heart will sing.

Hallelujah.

 

Hallelujah, hallelujah. Hallelujah, Hallelujah.

—————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

A Positive Outlook

 

        A Positive Outlook

After all is said and done.

I will carry on, without the fun.

Life can be a tragedy.

Or, it can be happy and free.

It was happy once upon a time.

You were more than a friend of mine.

Now that it’s all said and done.

I think back on all the fun.

Those were happy times back then.

Back when you were more than a friend.

The past is just a good bye now.

Today is all that has survived, somehow.

Tomorrow is full of surprises.

What I do with them is my devices.

Be it good or be it bad.

Lessons from the past will help this lad.

I will approach tomorrow with hope.

And the knowledge that I can cope.

Make the most of what is to come.

Maybe get back to having fun.

Always look forward to the best.

Put all the past to rest.

Life is what you make it to be.

Even a life without you and me.

Upward and onward to infinity.

A life of happiness to set me free.

———————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

A Train To Nowhere

 

            A Train To Nowhere

Riding the train from Calif. To Idaho.

On a trip with nowhere to go.

Watching the deserts of Nevada roll by.

Keeping busy as I try not to cry.

 

The clickity clack of the wheels remind me of you.

I need more for my mind to do.

I watch as crops come into view.

Tractors moving, men growing food for you.

 

Small towns flash by every now and then.

The people seem to have peace within.

The sun goes down and the view dims.

Hiding from sight any and all sins.

 

Having dinner in the dining car.

My thoughts drift to a place afar.

Better times and better company.

Remembering how happy times can be.

 

Sleep is restless, the dreams are real.

The rocking car brings sleep anew.

Up early and pacing around.

Not much on this trip to be found.

 

Finally, I reach my destination.

I depart the train with elation.

Then, as I look around this place.

Why am I here? An internal debate.

 

A change of scenery is good for me.

Lots of new & different things to see.

New and different things to do.

All to help me forget about you.

 

I was bored to death by the second day.

This certainly was not the way.

I realized whatever I do, you see.

I can never run away from me.

————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)