Month: December 2014

Bittersweet To The End

Bittersweet To The End

Don’t snuggle up close by my side.

Don’t kiss and massage my hide.

Don’t say you’ll always be there.

Don’t run your fingers through my hair.

Because in the morning you’ll be gone.

You’ll say that you have to run along.

All will be like it never was.

If I ask why you’ll say “Just because.”

It’s happened so many times now.

It’s just routine to you somehow.

 

You’ve ripped my heart & tore it apart.

Like you planned it from the start.

You say you would never do that.

How  about the times you’ve left me flat?

To you I think it’s all a game.

To me it all seems so insane.

Yet, I’m insane to want you back.

 

You act as if you haven’t a care.

You say you love me but, I declare.

It’s time for me to watch my heart.

Cause you’re about to tear it apart.

You’ll be as sweet as you can be.

Then, without a word you’ll leave me.

I do nothing to bring it on.

I look around & then you’re gone.

My heart is a rubber ball kicked around.

At your desire, I have found.

 

You’ve ripped my heart & tore it apart.

Like you’ve planned it from the start.

You say you would never do that.

How about the times you’ve left me flat?

To you I think it’s all a game.

To me it all seems so insane.

Yet, I’m insane to want you back.

 

The heart can only take so much.

There’s a limit to your touch.

The emotional strain can make me snap.

PTSD is similar to all this crap.

I may snap and go berserk.

I can only take so much hurt.

When I snap you’d best beware.

By then I will no longer care.

The nightmare will finally end then.

Bittersweet to the very end.—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2012)

 

 

 

Rainy Days

 

      Rainy Days

Rainy days. They are such a bore.

I don’t like them anymore.

People say they love the rain.

The sound eaises all their pain.

It is fine at the start.

But, after days, it’s a lark.

The constant pounding of the rain.

It’s enough to drive one insane.

The mud, the muck, the messiness.

The floods, the wrecks, the pettiness.

People mad as a wet hen.

Once wet, the temper wears thin.

We need the rain for flowers to bloom.

Rain helps spring to get here soon.

But, too much rain is not so good.

I would stop it if I could.

 

Praise the Lord for rainbows.

Once seen,  the rain usually goes.

A sign we won’t be destroyed by water.

Sent to us from a loving Father.

Yes, we need rain so we can live.

I hope your house don’t leak like a sieve.

When there’s a drought you’ll pray for rain.

Though right now it may sound lame.

Without rain we are in a hurt.

We would give all for a little squirt.

So take the extra rain with a smile.

Know it will be dry after awhile.

You may be bored while it rains.

But, you’re not sunburned & in pain.

Think positive & do your best.

God will take care of all the rest.————–R. W. Johnson—–(2012)

 

 

A Crusade For Love

 

      A Crusade For Love

I’ve been lonely for way too long.

I’ve heard the music. I’ve sung the song.

I’ve searched my sole for some relief.

I need an answer. I’ve hear the beat.

Somewhere in this big old world

is a love that would be thrilled

to meld with me in harmony.

It’s more than just my karma, see.

I know she’s near. I have no fear.

I’ll never stop searching. That is clear.

 

I’m on a crusade. I’m on a search for love.

A love that most have only dreamed of.

A love so fine it would be a crime

If I never made her mine.

A love to be written down in history.

A love without any tragedy.

 

I met this girl the other night.

Everything seemed to be just right.

Till she dropped this bomb on me.

She was married but, would soon be free.

Such things happen all the time.

Like the one who ripped me off for all but, a dime.

Or the one who insisted on playing the field.

Then got mad because I wouldn’t yield.

This is just not what I’m looking for.

I’m not trying to run up a score.

 

I’m on a crusade. I’m on a search for love.

A love that most have only dreamed of.

A love so fine it would be a crime

If I never made her mine.

A love to be written down in history.

A love without any tragedy.

 

I want a love who will be faithful and true.

A love who won’t treat me like a fool.

Because I would treat her like royalty.

Shower her with love and mystery.

The best mate she could ever imagine.

She will think that she’s in heaven.

If she treats me Like I would her.

Something very special would occur.

Such love and devotion like never known

Would happen daily without being shown.

 

I’m on a crusade. I’m on a search for love.

A love that most have only dreamed of.

A love so fine it would be a crime

If I never made her mine.

A love to be written down in history.

A love without any tragedy.——————-R. W. Johnson—–(2012)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mustang Cure

Mustang Cure

When I’m down and feeling blue.

I know just what I need to do.

I go out to the garage & get in the car.

Then drive my red Mustang convertible afar.

I go zipping along with the top down.

I end up driving all over town.

Wind blowing through my blonde hair.

I get wolf whistles everywhere.

I am enjoying the sun on my face

as I drive from place to place.

The radio is playing my favorite songs.

I sing and tap as I roll along.

Soon my mood is so much better.

I don’t worry about the weather.

I am in a world all my own.

I even turn off my cellular phone.

After an hour or so of cruising around,

I find I am again homeward bound.

Fixing dinner in the kitchen,

I find I no longer feel like bitching.

Hubby comes home looking for food.

He says I seem to be in a good mood.

I think he’s right. I feel good.

The Mustang helped like I knew it would..—R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

 

 

The Church

 

      The Church

People wait to greet you at the door.

One taste of God and; enlightened,

nothing but God will do anymore.

Someone must watch for the frightened.

They will sneak out shortly after coming in.

It is up to the enlightened

to convince them to stay within.

Sometimes, others will go out

who have been there a good while.

They let their light go out.

They leave without a parting smile.

Many that stay are all aglow.

They are very excited

to tell others & help them grow.

To be disciples, they have decided.

There are bigots, Pharisees, & preachers.

Devout Christians & humble, gentle people.

There are loving Bible teachers.

There are other, less friendly, people.

But, something is there

that draws people in.

It’s not that people care

or a hospital for people who sin.

It is the house of God.

His spirit abides there

in each believer. No matter how odd.

In the end, God really does care.————–R. W. Johnson—–(2002)

 

 

The Road Into The Unknown / He Knows

The Road Into The Unknown

We are all just travelers

on the road into the unknown.

We are aware of the architect of power.

Even though we know not where we are going.

The power will ripen the reactive void within you.

Like a womb accepting a seed.

Open yourself to what is unfamiliar to you.

So that the power, which is what you need,

can flow into you & make you whole.

You must become one with the power.

Let Him build, create, and mold

till there is no separating you from the power.

Then, you will be one

who will know we are all

on the road to Kingdom Come.—————-R. W. Johnson—–(2002)

 

He Knows

Yes, He knows

where broken dreams go.

Where heartaches & loneliness

rule the soul.

 

Where people cry

in agony,

to cast aside

their memories.

 

Where hope is just

a four letter word.

And misery is

all that is heard.

 

Yes, He knows.

But, still it’s true.

Because He knows,

there’s hope for you.—————-R. W. Johnson—–(2002)

 

 

Amazing Love / Ages Of Life

 

      Amazing Love

I never knew there could be such love.

It really blew my mind.

Now, I know I’ll always need your love.

You’ve been my greatest find.

I was down on myself the most.

You brought me into the light.

I was behaving like I was a ghost.

You showed me wrong from right.

I want to tell you just how I feel.

I want you right by my side.

I want to show you that my love is real.

I’m not just along for the ride.

A time may come when I slip away.

I never trusted myself.

But, I’ll come running back to stay.

I can’t give up my wealth.

You make me feel like a millionaire.

Although, I don’t have a dime.

I think , in time, I’ll be a zillionaire.

Because you are so fine.————————R. W. Johnson—–(2006)

 

      Ages Of Life

Age is like a flower growing.

Pushing upward & outward with a mighty will.

Age is like a river flowing.

Going faster, then slower till it’s still.

Age is like a tractor pulling.

It goes on & on with endless power.

Age is like a Mack truck rolling.

Hour after hour.

Age is like a faithful old dog

who, despite his age, when called, will come.

Age is like a white wispy fog

that fades away in the brightness of the morning sun.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2003)

 

 

 

The Gift

The Gift

Glowing in the darkness was the gift.

Like shadows glistening in the night.

Bedded down about the “old one” where he sits,

the entire herd was safe in the meager light.

 

At the first hint of smoke she sprang to action.

Pushing open the door, the horses ran to freedom.

Slowly, with dignity, the horses digging for traction,

She led them up the snowy hill to the “old one.”

 

The young horses were nervous & gave a whine.

But, calmed as the “old one” came into sight.

She moved up the hill to the safety of the pine

Where the “old one” rested with his wife.

 

She lay among the animals as one anointed

and gazed at the faces of the “old one” and his wife.

Those she loved she had not disappointed.

Her body, brittle,  with the years of her long life.

 

She was tired from the long climb and her years;

golden eyes filled with tears as she offered her gift.

Because of love, the couples eyes filled with joy & tears.

They shouted their praise and joy for the gift.

 

The gift of love and devotion until the end.

The bearer of the gift kneeled in praise.

The “old one” accepted the gift from his friend.

He said “May you always be wise in your ways.”

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2011)

 

 

 

 

Wanting Her To Stay

      Wanting Her To Stay

Going through life a day at a time.

No one to share a dream with through time.

Is that what life it’s all about?

Is there no reason to jump and shout?

 

I have a dream of a future with you.

Sharing our lives in all that we do.

If only you would feel the same.

There would be so much more to gain.

 

There has got to be a better way.

After one night, to have her stay.

There’s more to life than going all the way.

I just want her to want to stay.

Stick around through the thick & thin.

Want me more than she wants him.

We could live together but, not in sin.

I just want her to want to stay.

 

Life drags on when you’re all alone.

The loneliness hurts down to the bone.

She’s with another but, she won’t stay.

Leaving in the morning is just her way.

 

She won’t commit to anything lasting.

She only wants it to be a  fast thing.

A commitment could hurt her bad.

She won’t relent—- It is so sad.

 

There has got to be a better way.

After one night, to have her stay.

There’s more to life than going all the way.

I just want her to want to stay.

Stick around through thick & thin.

Want me more than she wants him.

We could live together but, not in sin.

I just want her to want to stay.

 

In the past she must have been burned.

It hurt her enough she won’t return.

Won’t commit to that kind of love again.

Will this nightmare ever come to an end?

 

I have poured out my heart to her.

The day I hurt her will never occur.

I just pray and wait for the day.

The day she will want to stay..

—-I just want her to stay!!———————R. W. Johnson—–(2012)

 

 

 

 

 

Misery Without Company

 

      Misery Without Company

Since you left I am hurting in every way.

The hole you left in my heart is filled with tears.

A pool for sorrows to swim in  each day.

Enough misery to last me through the years.

 

If you would flip through the pages of my heart

you would find you fill up every page.

When you got to where you tore it apart,

I have tried to mend it with rapid age.

 

I have aged a year for each day you’re gone.

I should have emotions filled with rage.

God only knows how much longer I can go on.

I just have the feeling of betrayal, no rage.

 

Also enough sorrow to last me forever.

The sun doesn’t shine for me anymore.

I see nothing but, wet,  rainy weather.

I feel too depressed to go to the store.

 

I am losing weight for lack of food.

I have no appetite to even eat.

I know it all sounds so crude.

It is the result of a heart of raw meat.

 

You’ve kicked it, ripped it, made it bled.

You’ve stomped it, romped on it,

drug it around like animal feed.

Yet, I hold onto the hope you will miss it.

 

You will take me back once more.

You will give me one more chance.

You will come knocking at my door.

Your rejection spears me like a lance.

 

I will go on crying, dying, a little more each day.

Always feeling that I can’t go on.

Always hoping that you will see a way

To return to me and we will bond.————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)