Fantasy – Page 33 – Word Smith Wisdom

No Comfort In The Truth

No Comfort In The Truth

She was acting squirrelly. Something is wrong.

I’ll just be patient. It won’t take long.

The truth will come out sooner or later.

I’d rather be pulling teeth from a gator.

Then she says it’s got to end. It’s over.

She can’t go on . It’s no field of clover.

We just don’t seem to be compatible.

It seems to be where it’s at, you know.

There is no comfort in the truth

This is driving me through the roof.

Makes me suspicious . Is she lying?

Is there another? She’s not crying.

How much longer must this go on?

Probably just until she’s gone.

There’s no comfort in the truth.

This is driving me through the roof.

I said we share most everything.

We are even both right wing.

We like much of the same things.

Any more alike would be boring.

She said don’t try to change my mind.

It’s not like something that you find.

Then put in your pocket to keep around.

I am feeling lost instead of found.

There is no comfort in the truth.

This is driving me through the roof.

Makes me suspicious. Is she lying?

Is there another? She’s not crying.

How much longer must this go on?

Probably just until she’s gone.

There is no comfort in the truth.

This is driving me through the roof.

What are you talking about?, I said.

You make me feel like I am dead.

You’re not something that I found.

Your someone I want around.

That’s the point. I’m not a “thing.”

No, I’m not trying to be mean.

What I’m saying; I’m an individual.

A living person with a free will.

There is no comfort in the truth.

This is driving me through the roof.

Makes me suspicious. Is she lying?

Is there another? She’s not crying.

How much longer must this go on?

Probably just until she’s gone.

There is no comfort in the truth.

This is driving me through the roof.

———————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2011)

I’ve Never Been In This Place Before

I’ve Never Been In This Place Before

I’m older now and my hair is gray.

But, I still feel good enough to play.

I thought I had done it all.

Summer is over. Here comes the fall.

Then came the high school reunion.

Seeing old friends that I knew then.

Then from out of the blue

I got an E-Mail from a girl I once knew.

She was so happy to have seen me

at the high school reunion party.

We started E mailing each other.

I was shocked to discover

she had a crush on me in school.

I tell you I didn’t have a clue.

We talked more and I found

this girl only lived right across town.

We both were single at this time.

We both had bad times left behind.

Things progressed then came the call.

We were talking and having a ball.

The time came when we would meet.

I was giddy as a dog in heat.

She had me feeling like a kid.

I knew my feelings were not well hid.

Was there fire in the heart after all these years?

There was a little fear but, there were no tears.

Will this take me where I’ve never been before?

Or, will I be too scared to knock on her door?

I’ve never been in this place before.

It’s got me shaking to my very core.

Come on honey.—- Open that door.———R. W. Johnson—–(2012)

Hot Man, Cold Women

Hot Man, Cold Women

One thing I can’t understand.

Why your hot cause you’re a man?

Five women in a room. All cold.

You, however, are hot, we are told.

Could it be due to female hormones?

“Not that old story again”, he groans.

“There is no reason to be cold” he gloats.

“It’s hot enough to croak a goat.”

All the women then glare at him.

One of them asks if he can swim.

Then, the women start closing in.

He says “calm down now” with a grin.

Quickly he springs for the door.

He wasn’t going back there anymore.

The women then turned up the heat.

Then, all was well, from head to feet.

———————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2011)

A Long Road To Love

A Long Road To Love

We first met at a walk a thon event.

She was flying around the track.

Going so fast I wondered where she went.

I had to move it to even see her back.

When I asked her what was the rush?

She said some exercise was all she needed.

I said I am not trying to raise a fuss.

But, killing yourself is not what’s needed.

That was the start of a whirlwind relationship.

We were quite physical in all we did.

We couldn’t slow down. That was the way of it.

Eventually, she got a new job offer bid.

We went our separate ways.

I went north to the mountains there.

Got a job logging for a while.

Then I drifted down to the Kansas open air.

Helped bring in the corn in style.

The work sometimes was worse for wear.

Got up early, worked till dusk.

Had fun every evening with all the locals.

Drank and ate till I thought I’d bust.

Before long I was one of the yokels.

Then I went down around the gulf.

Oil was gone and fishing was back.

I would buy bread by the loaf.

Throw pieces off the pier where I sat.

Got a job on a crabbing crawler.

Cleaning out crab traps for our catch.

Turn them over to the crab hauler.

Who threw them down the tanker hatch.

I drifted out west to California.

Working in the fields harvesting crops.

I thought of the girl back home enough to boar ya.

Found more & more she was in my thoughts.

I traveled on always alone.

One thought was burning in my brain.

I headed to where I thought she called home.

Hoping to see her, which was insane.

I found her listed in a phonebook in Chicago.

Would she remember me? Was it worth a try?

I wondered, would she now have a bow?

I finally called her & prayed with a sigh.

She was surprised, but, oh so happy.

I had been on her mind for a long, long time.

A negative response would have felt crappy.

But, now I felt she could again be mine.

I was working my way back to her.

I made every effort to get it all back.

She was wanting to be back for sure.

In record time we did it. We didn’t lack.

I told her where I had drifted to and from.

She felt a mistake happened when she’d gone.

I said, it set in concrete, she was the one.

She said the same as we sat on the lawn.

We set a date and were married.

Years later we are still together.

We’re still physical & our love we carried.

A perfect match in any weather.—————R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

The Path To Respect

The Path To Respect

I rolled into town late at night

after hitching a ride with a trucker.

I said thanks as he pulled out of site.

The diner was open. I’m in luck here.

I stuck my pack under the table.

I ordered coffee, strong, & a steak.

The waitress turned the TV on to cable.

She said I need it on to stay awake.

Not much business that I can see.

She said it’s slow this late at night.

I got up and went to pee.

I returned and tried my first bite.

How is the steak she asked so sweet.

Just like my mother used to make.

She laughed & slid into the seat.

What brings you here this late?

I hitched a ride with an 18 wheeler.

Back to my old stomping ground.

Are saying you’re from here in Cleaver?

It’s long ago since I was around.

Split in my teens in the dead of night.

Back then the world owed me a living.

I headed for those big city lights.

I starved. The world is unforgiving.

I finally landed a job as a busboy.

Minimum wage and a share of tips.

In time I moved up to waiter/busboy.

Then, my break came. I was up for it.

The fry cook died. I took his job.

More pay and better hours.

A place to live. That felt odd.

I had access to regular showers.

After a couple years, I moved on.

Picked up odd jobs here and there.

A few months & I would be gone.

I never stayed long anywhere.

I had my share of small town glories

Life was just a crazy carousel.

Sometimes I suffered more fleas

than I would really care to tell.

Lately, I been feeling sorry for myself.

I needed something to turn my life around.

Then, one day, It came to me and I felt

I had to come back to this town.

Back to where the whole thing started.

I needed a second start to do it right.

I have felt this is where my heart is.

To do it right, I’ll have to fight.

Fight for a respectable name in this town.

Fight to be a man people will respect.

I don’t want you to think I’m a clown.

But, I have a plan that I don’t regret.

What kind of a plan do you have in mind?

I met a rich friend in my travels.

I saved his life but, that’s another time.

He had plans he started to unravel.

He wanted vineyards and a winery.

There is big money to be had in that.

But, he needed land, you see.

I inherited 100 acres. Right here, in fact.

He said this was ideal to grow grapes.

He would put up the money to plant.

I would share 50-50. Nothing to waste.

I owned the land on which he’d plant.

The waitress said sounds super to me.

I own this diner & business has been slow.

I could use the extra business you see.

There’s a motel 2 blocks down for you to go.

—– 0 —–

10 years later the wine business was booming.

They had acquired more land & planted.

Tourists came to buy & taste the wine for consuming.

I married the waitress he said, quite candid.

He was elected mayor in the local election.

He had respect & the family he wanted

But, the greatest thing he confessed in.

He had found God & the peace he wanted.

————————————————–R. W. Johnson—- (2012)

The Tomb Of 10,000 Dead

The Tomb Of 10,000 Dead

I had a dream last night while lying in bed.

It was about the tomb of 10,000 dead.

It was thrilling and chilling to say the least.

I worried about awaking the sleeping beast.

Was it long ago or was the dream of today?

As to the exact date of it I cannot say.

Ancient ruins were lying all around.

I followed some stairs deep into the ground.

Through twists and turns I traveled on.

I had no idea how far I had gone.

The walls were wet and slick with slime.

I had no idea just what I would find.

I came to a door made of stone.

I shivered and felt so all alone.

I found a carved monstrous face.

I twisted it’s nose, which was out of place.

The door creaked and slowly opened.

A smell of musty air escaped unbroken.

I nervously shined my light within.

I saw endless rows of caskets therein.

They were on shelves, reaching twenty high.

They seemed to go on up to the sky.

There were no markers or other signs.

Nothing to indicate the date or time.

I slowly approached the first casket.

I pried it open using my hatchet.

My eyes grew large as I peeked within.

I thought: “Could this be a sin?”

The lid fell open with a creaking sound.

I could not believe what I had found.

A solitary golden plaque lay within.

It said: “Peace on earth. Good will to men.”

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Only God Can Set You Free

Only God Can Set You Free

He was in a deep dark hole and he couldn’t get out.

Terrible, screaming demons were all about.

A black tunnel loomed ahead.

Barely room to squeeze in his head.

There was a little more room once he was inside.

The walls were slimy and slick. Nowhere to hide.

He tried to run, run for his life.

Where were his kids? Where was his wife?

How did he ever get into this jam.

He was just your “average Joe” man.

He taught philosophy at the local college.

He felt he had a well rounded knowledge.

That evening a student brought up evil & sin.

He said “There is no evil. It all comes from within.”

“As far as that goes, it’s the same with God.”

“But, don’t you believe in the devil or God?”

“They are a crutch for man’s inner fears.”

“Man uses them to explain the world’s tears”

Students were shocked to hear such talk.

One of them told him that he should not mock.

He just laughed and said “They don’t exist.”

He looked to heaven and shook his fist.

On his way home that very night.

The sidewalk opened up and he fell from sight.

Now, he’s in this nightmare pit.

Running and fearing this night would be it.

He dodged demons and horrible sights.

They all glowed though it was dark as night.

He screamed, he pleaded, he ran some more.

Nowhere was there an open door.

He could not find a way out of this hell.

Many times, he tripped and fell.

After, what seemed like hours, he hit a dead end.

Trapped with monsters & demons closing in.

He screamed “God save me” without a thought.

Deep inside he knew what denial had brought.

Then he noticed light off to the side.

A very narrow crack where he might hide.

He squeezed in and it started to slope up.

He started crawling though it was very rough.

After a long climb he got out.

He was in front of his home. He gave a shout.

Falling to his knees, he prayed from within.

“Lord, forgive me for all of my sins.”

“I know I led those students astray.”

“Give me one more chance, I pray.”

After a long time, he got to his feet

The hole was no longer in the street.

He went home and told his wife.

Told her how he almost lost his life.

He told her how he got it back again.

He told her he no longer wanted to sin.

He told his class he was saved by grace.

They could tell by seeing his face.

He said “There is evil, demons, and sin.”

“They have all been defeated, thanks to Him”

“There is only one way to overcome”

“Let Jesus save you. He is the one.”————R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

The World Of The Duck / A Perfect World

The World Of The Duck

Have you ever felt like

you ran out of luck?

Enter now the

world of the duck.

Everything you do

Is not working for you.

You feel knocked around

like a hockey puck.

Enter now, the

world of the duck.

You pray to God;

Lord, give me a job.

Your busted, your broke.

You don’t have a buck.

Enter now,

the world of the duck.

Just take to the skies.

Get out of the rut.

Similar to the

world of the duck.

Be foot loose and fancy free.

Swim all around, splashing with glee.

Keep your feet

away from the muck.

Enter now, the

world of the duck.——————-R. W. Johnson——(1994)

In A Perfect World

Alcohol would not be addictive.

Chasing women would not be wicked.

Popping drugs would cause no ills.

What is left to produce the thrills?

Things would soon become a drag.

Using alcohol and drugs would lag.

No, that’s not a perfect place.

Not for this here human race.

What we need is a higher power.

To see the beauty in a flower.

To love nature on a sunny day.

To learn to love and how to play.

We need God to show us how.

Then a perfect world can be ours now.——R. W. Johnson—–(2005)

Turn The Dirt Over

Turn The Dirt Over

Come closer to the window frame.

Look out on the field of snow.

Remember the summer fields aflame.

Your body’s tan a golden glow.

Oh, turn the snow over

if you want to go back.

You have to do it sober.

So, throw those shudders back.

You left your brother in a northern town.

He ran a ferry over the waters of the bay.

His body covered by the water when it went down.

His name on a plaque to remember the day.

Oh, turn the water over.

If you want to see the light again.

Run thru the fields of clover.

Take a chance & let it begin.

Come softly to the window frame.

Open the shudders, let the moonlight in.

See the sky from which the snow came.

Welcome back to this world of sin.

Turn the dirt over

if you want to go back.

You have to do it sober.

So, throw those shudders back.

I want you back from the dark & cold.

You blame yourself for everything.

You must return. Try to be bold.

I’ll be there to help you take wing.

Oh, turn the dirt over

if you want to get back.

You have to do it sober.

So, throw those shudders back.

It’s good to have you back!!——————-R. W. Johnson—–(2010)

Rambling Man / Reality

Rambling Man

I’ve always been a wayfaring wanderer.

Rambling back & forth across this land.

I’ve never wanted to settle down.

I’m just a fun loving traveling man.

Then I met that little gal.

Way down in Abilene.

She made my heart skip a beat.

As pretty as a beauty queen.

She looked my way & I was hooked.

I knew my rambling days were through.

But, it was more than just her looks.

My mama didn’t raise no fool.

She had the charms & manners of high class.

Yet, she could talk to me like an average Joe.

She was intelligent & well versed.

Yet, never made me feel stupid or low.

I stayed around & we dated some.

We fit together like a hand in a glove

I knew that I had found my soulmate.

Friends said “Ask her” & gave me a shove.

I proposed & the rest is history.

She is my woman. She is my life.

I gave up my rambling ways.

Just to make this woman my wife.————R. W. Johnson—–(2006)

Reality

My reality is slipping fast.

I think I’m sitting in a draft.

It is blowing my reality away.

Out the door like paper machae’ .

My only hope is to cling to you.

Comfort me, like you always do.

Keep me stable & on firm ground.

Keep my eyes from looking around.

For I may slip & flip right out.

An ugly sight, without a doubt.

Stop the demons from screaming in my head.

Before they tie me down to a bed.

Be my friend & guide me through.

Back to reality & back to you.——————R. W. Johnson—–(2002)