Month: December 2014

Contemplating

      Contemplating

Thinking back, my life is quite a story.

I’ve had lots of girls & small town glories.

I never found my soul mate.

Even though, I’ve had tons of dates.

In high school I was considered a good catch.

A football star with good looks to match.

I played the field and loved it all.

Be they tall or be they small.

In my twenty’s I was in a bar.

With my buddy, we drove his car.

We picked up two girls that night.

What a time. It was out of sight.

I’ve dated friends of friends & others.

I would’ve chosen different if I had my druthers.

A few relationships got serious & lasted awhile.

In the long run I have to smile.

They didn’t work out for this reason or that.

It wasn’t always me that was the rat.

Some have said look inward & I will see.

The problem here lies within me.

Thinking back in retrospect.

That wasn’t always true. What did they expect?

Now that I am older and set in my ways

you would think I could find a match  someday.

I’m pretty much an independent guy.

I often speak up. I’m not too shy.

I am not sure I want to be tied down.

Though, I think I have both feet on the ground.

Maybe it’s a fear of giving up control?

Now, I am the man, wherever I go.

Some say I fear  the commitment it takes.

Am I afraid I will make mistakes?

Whatever the cause, here I am, single.

I still get the urge to mingle.

But, I think I’m destined to be a bachelor.

Not because I couldn’t catch her.

I hate to be hurt or to hurt others.

Too much emotion smoothers.

Here lies the root of the problem.

Best to keep it casual. Don’t crowd them.

That way no one gets hurt in the end.

I don’t want a lover, I want a friend.

Too bad there wasn’t some way to have both.

Maybe there is. I can’t give up hope.———R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

 

 

Fool Me Once, It’s On Me

Fool me once, it’s on me

It was just an any old kind of day.

The kind that comes  & slips away.

The kind that fills up easy my lifetime.

I was thinking I’m not so smart.

I wouldn’t have this broken heart.

If I only stopped it at the right time.

 

She came on like a burst of fresh air.

The smell of Lavender in her hair.

Something totally new to this shy guy.

She woke up emotions deep inside.

My heart went along for the ride.

It melted when she called me “My guy.”

 

Gradually, one thing led to another.

Then I introduced her to my brother.

Something I knew I shouldn’t have done.

It seems it was hardly any time

she was saying that “He was mine.”

That put an end to me being ‘the one.’

 

Brotherly love only goes so far.

It was too late to raise the bar.

He no longer comes around .

If he did, I might just snap.

Built up anger is where I’m at.

Brotherly love can no longer be found.

 

So, it’s just an any old kind of day.

The kind that comes & slips away.

The kind that fills up easy my lifetime.

I’ll suffer with a broken heart.

The next time I will be smart.

being such a sap is quite a crime.————–R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

 

 

 

Forgiveness

 

      Forgiveness

Locked away in solitude, I try to survive.

I pull together the shattered  life

that once was in heaven gazing into her eyes.

How could such love lead to such strife?

We were the perfect couple.

In all we did we were together.

She was my loving honey suckle.

I was hers forever and ever.

Things were happy. The future was bright.

We planed everything we did.

Such joy and fun was out of sight.

I thought nothing between us was ever hid.

Then, one day, she had something to tell me.

She told me to sit down and be calm.

Such news might be too much for me.

I should be patient. it won’t take long.

She talked about another life.

One she had before I knew her.

She had lived in poverty and strife.

None of it she liked, to be sure.

She made her living on her back.

She had to survive somehow.

She was in tears right where she sat.

She said “It’s come back to haunt me now.”

“I met someone from my past life.”

“He wanted to start it up again.”

“I ran away from him. I don’t want that life.”

“I don’t want to ever live in sin.”

I was so shocked I couldn’t speak.

She longed for support, but, I ran away.

Now I am so drunk that I reek.

In this solitude, I will stay.

Then a thought occurred to me.

I remembered The Lord’s Prayer

I could forgive her if she could forgive me.

I found her & apologized. I didn’t care.

I said I loved her as she is now.

the past was just a good bye.

Could she please take me back somehow.

I poured out me heart. Gave it my best try.

She flew into my arms smothering me with kisses.

She said all she wanted was me and me alone.

She said us together is what bliss is.

Now neither of us will ever be alone.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

 

 

Religious Freedom

 

      Religious Freedom??

On that dreadful day in April 1993

The smoke spread for miles for all to see.

Broadcast on radio and TV.

What a disgrace to the land of the free.

Who was responsible. Who could it be?

 

Branch Davidians were holed up for 51 days.

Armed to the teeth, they refused the phrase:

“Surrender and we’ll give you a fair trial.”

They wouldn’t give up, they said with a smile.

Freedom of religion is our only style.

 

Men, women & children were enclosed.

Rumors spread that some wore no clothes.

It couldn’t be proven one way or the other.

Responses were that they loved one another.

They followed David Koresh like he was a mother.

 

A certain person, we’ll call J.R., gave the order

“Burn them out!!”  “We’ll take no quarter!!”

Men, women, & children died that day.

They became ‘crispy critters’ all the way.

81 people. None left alive to have a say.

 

What a ‘black eye’  for the land of the free.

Life has been worse for you & for me.

Since that injustice was done to our fellow man.

While J. R. skates free without any plan

to prosecute J.R. for that evil plan.

 

Let this be a lesson for you and for me.

The day is coming when we will see.

Religious freedom will not mean a thing.

Religious persecution is all it will bring.

Then, like the Davidians, His praises we’ll sing.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

 

 

 

 

The Terrorist’s Son

      The Terrorist’s Son

Good morning America. How are you?

Don’t ya know me? I’m a terrorist’s son.

You don’t know me, but, you soon will.

There’ll be 500 dead fore the day is done.

 

Riding on the train they call Glory Bound.

I’m planning my big day in the news.

I’m doing all my work in the club car.

Just how to pull it off without any clues.

 

The people drinking their beers

and the people who shed no tears.

Will be in for a big surprise just about dawn.

They will have their beers cut short.

By a loud reverberating report.

Loud enough to deafen all their ears.

 

Two old duffs playing cribbage in the club car.

A penny a point. No one’s keeping score.

25 bags of mail in the mail car.

Will go right up in flames and be no more.

 

This train is definitely Glory Bound.

There will be no survivors, that’s for sure.

Only parts of passengers will be found.

America, I think it’s time for a cure.

 

The people drinking their beers

and the people who shed no tears.

Will be in for a big surprise just about dawn.

They will have their beers cut short.

By a loud reverberating report.

Loud enough to deafen all their ears.

 

As we pull into the crowded city station.

Hundreds are waiting just to get on board.

They won’t have to be too long awaiting.

I exit just before the entering hoard.

 

I get safely far enough away.

I have my cell phone in hand ready to use.

As the train starts to pull away

I punch out a number & blow up all the fools.

 

The people drinking their beers

and the people who shed no tears .

will be in for a big surprise just about dawn.

They will have their beers cut short.

By a loud reverberating report.

Loud enough to deafen all their ears.

 

I slip away in all the panic that ensues.

People screaming & running everywhere.

The club car has disappeared is news

that spreads fast with rumors to spare.

 

Someone did this horrible deed.

No one has a clue who it might be.

But, they will know when they read

the message I sent to the paper for all to see.

 

You have been weighed in the balances

and found wanting—–A terrorist’s son.

—————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Lesson Well Learned

      Lesson Well Learned

It was hot. Well over 110 degrees.

The air was hot. No trace of a breeze.

Sand as far as the eye could see.

This could well be the end of me.

So thought the miner as he walked.

Alone in the desert with his thoughts.

He came to the desert looking for gold.

Rumors said it was there, so, on he rode.

Till his horse stepped in a hole.

It staggered then went into a roll.

The miner was thrown free.

The horse had broken it’s leg, you see.

The poor horse had to be shot.

The minor didn’t know if he could or not.

In the end he pulled the trigger.

‘Now, how do I get out of here?’, he figured.

He started walking West.

Occasionally stopping to get rest.

After a day or so, his water was running low.

He rested under a small out cropping.

A breeze blew the sand off the topping.

He looked at it, but, he couldn’t believe.

The out cropping was gold., if he wasn’t deceived.

He checked it out much more closely.

It was quartz with veins of gold mostly.

He was ecstatic!! He would stake a claim.

But, he didn’t know which way he came.

He didn’t know where he was

The wind was blowing with a buzz.

Soon the out cropping might disappear

under the sand and not reappear.

He decided to carry out all he could.

He worked hard where the quartz stood.

Exhausted, he finally had a large pile.

He decided to sit and rest for awhile.

He stuffed all the quartz in his pack.

It was really heavy on his back.

Then he realized, as it was told.

He couldn’t walk out with that much gold.

He buried most of it in the sand.

Then left with a couple pieces like a man.

He would have died if he hadn’t been found

face down in the sand with no one around.

He still nearly died from dehydration.

His life was saved by the Indian Nation.

The quartz paid for another horse and supplies.

Then, for the next 20 years he tried

to find that out cropping in the desert sand.

He covered every inch of that land.

He still thinks back to his decision time.

Carry out a lot of gold or leave some behind.

Though he never found the gold again.

He knows he made the choice to win.

For he finally realized that life is worth

all the gold there is on earth.——————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

 

 

 

 

Back To Our Roots

 

      Back To Our Roots

Word on the street is something is coming down.

There is something brewing this side of town.

Maybe it’s a rumble between rival gangs.

Maybe it is only Friday night football signs.

It all depends on where you are located.

In the slums, where trash is accumulated.

Or, in the suburbs, or maybe, a rural town.

Or,  it might be someone clowning around?

Most likely, it is serious to those involved.

They will push it as far as they are allowed.

I turn on the TV and what do I see?

Occupy Wall Street  going on near me.

Is this what the fuss is all about?

Have not’s wanting the haves to feel the clout.

Do they think the world owes them a living?

Or maybe, they like taking instead of giving?

Capitalism is the American way.

Socialism is not. What else can I say.

Maybe things have tipped too far

In favor of those with money and cars.

When people can’t make a living

they will blame those who are not giving.

If everybody was working today

they would have a means to say:

“I can work my way to the top.”

“I will no longer have to push a mop.”

But, no work means no way to improve.

Which leads to rally’s and a lousy mood.

Our country did fine for 200 years.

Now, hard times has everyone’s ears.

Is there any way out of this terrible mess

that greedy leaders have caused, I’d guess?

Somehow, we have to get back to our roots.

Back when our nation produced the fruits

of  ambitious, hard working men.

Who put God first and fought to win

the right for all to have the choice

to go to the top and have a voice

in  all that is decided to be done.

Always knowing we all are the ones

that make this country what it is .

The greatest country that there is.———–R. W. Johnson—–(2011)

 

 

 

 

Duel Of The Titans

      Duel Of The Titans

The duel of the Titans some have said

is my wife and I when we are in bed.

Others say it’s just a fantasy movie.

On the big screen, it’s pretty groovy.

Still others say it’s a political situation.

Liberals VS  Conservatives for the nation.

But, I think along different lines.

Christ VS Satan till the end of times.

Good VS evil  is another way

to describe the battle happening each day.

It is happening on the National scene.

It’s happening with everything in between.

It happens inside me and you.

No matter what you may do.

You’re on one side or the other.

Same with sister, mom, or brother.

Everyone has a choice to make.

No one wants to make a mistake.

The ending is described in the Bible.

Only one being can be liable.

Each of us has the freedom of choice.

By your actions and your voice

your final destination will be known.

It’s up to you. The path has been shown.

Take the straight & narrow way.

Or, the wide road to death & decay.———-R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Devotion Hurts

      Devotion Hurts

Everything I do I do for you.

You seem to be unaware of what I do.

I always go out of my way to please you.

This you take for granite too.

Forget one thing & your quick with criticism.

Yet, when all is right your slow with the kissin

Have we been together that long?

Are you bored when I’m home & happy when I’m gone?

Interests we used to share no longer happen.

You’re no longer Tennille & I’m not the Captain.

I’m sliding down a hill with banana peels for shoes.

I’m no longer winning for fear I will lose.

I am sure there is a song  that ends without a hitch.

It’s just that it’s hard to think when your such a bitch.

I have suggested counseling, but you just say why?

Is it that you have already found another guy?

This is not how it was when the relationship was new.

I’ve said this but, it seems to mean nothing to you.

These are changes anyone can see.

I don’t think the changes are just going on in me.

Anything that you can do? I’m hurting here.

I really miss you, dear—————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

 

 

Moment Of Decision

      Moment Of Decision

He showed up on my doorstep late last night.

And, said he didn’t want to fight  anymore.

Going back is near impossible, I cried.

You should have thought of this long before.

Said he was sorry— & wants to make it right.

Would I consider coming back once more.

It’s too late. His betrayal had turned to spite.

The love that I believed in has all but, slipped away.

We were both like children, caught up in our own lies.

Could I believe in you if I took you back today?

 

Memories are easy when they are new.

The right ones followed will lead you to romance.

But, when those memories are not the truth

it’s hard for me to take a second chance.

A resurrected life of lies is not the way to go.

With so many heartaches and so many lies

So many years wasted with nothing left to show.

How could you make up for that when all is pointed down?

We’ve covered it all. There’s nowhere else to go

Could I believe in you if I took you back today?

 

I’ve spent lonely nights just crying myself to sleep.

I’ve finally been able to close tight every door.

Then you show up in the middle of the night.

Saying you want me back again once more.

A heart can only take so much strife

before it stops and will no longer fight.

My roller coaster ride was nearly at an end.

Then you show up with promises to make it right.

I don’t need a lover now, I need a friend.

Could I believe in you if I took you back today?

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)