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Side Streets

 

      Side Streets

Time rolls along down the main highway of life.

Here, we face happiness, also,  our strife.

Yet, there are many things we learn and say

that we didn’t pick up along the main highway.

 

It seems there are many side streets.

Some that offer us many treats.

They may or may not be best for us.

I guess it depends on who you trust.

 

Other side streets offer adventure.

But, we may find, if we venture

down these streets, we get off course.

To get back, it may take force.

 

A force of will to overcome.

Overcoming is hard for some.

Yet, to reach our full potential,

It will be far from uneventful.

 

We may be following a goal.

So, we have some idea which way to go.

But, to reach our destiny,

we must resist trips down side streets, you see.

 

Side streets are not always named.

Going down them, we could be maimed.

Walk with pride but, with wisdom too.

Learn from your mistakes. Learn to be true.

 

True to yourself in every way.

Just take it day by day.

In the end you’ll know who you are.

Your destiny is fulfilled when you are your own star.

————————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dreams

Dreams

Nightmares and dreams.

What do they mean?

Do they mean anything?

Maybe, they’re not what they seem?

A nightmare is scary, it seems.

Sometimes, it’s the same with dreams.

Dreams can be reruns of what you’ve seen.

Nightmares can have ghouls and fiends.

Can they be the prophecy they seem?

Seldom do they become so keen.

Maybe it reflects how you feel in the dream.

Rather than how your feelings really seem.

I am not trying to be mean.

Who can really understand a dream?

There are books on how to interpret the scene.

But, people can write reams and reams.

They may or may not be right about your dreams.

There is more than just one type, it seems.

In the Bible, Daniel had a dream.

It was prophetic, or so it seems.

Others have had similar dreams.

For some people it becomes quite routine.

Like “The Sleeping Prophet”, it seems.

Nightmares though, are worse than dreams.

Always scary, often repeated, gory scenes.

Is it guilt, evil influences, or outside things?

Something is behind these scary scenes.

It is not for me to interrupt dreams.

Stay away from pizza before bed, it seems.

I just want sweet, happy, loving dreams.

I don’t want anything in- be-tween.

As for you, have sweet dreams!!

—————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Miracle

 

      The Miracle

A miracle happened for me a few years ago.

I have been blessed since, I want you to know.

The miracle was the birth of my first child.

Not an easy thing because it took awhile.

He was a large baby and labor was long.

I wanted it over & my wife just wanted it gone.

She wanted the baby, she just wanted labor to end.

After 3 days, she was becoming unhinged.

Then, finally, the moment arrived.

I was there, watching with pride.

Then, to my greatest surprise.

I was looking  at the little guy.

He looked exactly like me.

I couldn’t believe what I could see.

It was the greatest blessing there could be.

To know I procreated a minnie me.

He turned out to be my pride and joy.

Extremely smart and real coy.

He has since grown into a man.

I am still proud and say it whenever I can.

He excels in every way I did not.

A chip off the old block, or just a knot.

He is someone who would make any father proud.

I love him and will yell it out loud.

What greater miracle could there be?

To procreate a minnie me.

Then have him turn out better than me.

Only one miracle is better than this.

When God gave his Son, He would miss,

for someone as wretched as me.

No greater love could there possibly be.

———————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

The Mystery Of Schizophrenia

 

      The Mystery Of Schizophrenia

He was locked away in a padded room.

He just sat there in the gloom.

He did have outbursts in the past.

Now, he seems calm, at last.

The diagnosis is Schizophrenia, Undifferentiated.

Though a Psych diagnosis is highly overrated.

He is obviously in a world of his own.

Sometimes he will smile. Other times he will moan.

Mostly, he likes to be left alone.

Exactly what is going on in him is not known.

Sometimes he will eat, other times he must be fed.

He will usually use the floor as his bed.

Are there demons screaming in his head?

He is totally delusional, it is said.

They have tried Electro Convulsive Therapy.

The response is less than they want it to be.

Sometimes he talks, but it makes no sense.

Maybe it does where he went.

If you had the ability to read minds.

And you entered his, what would you find?

Would you want to come back out again?

Or, would you stay there within.

Would it be like entering the 7th level of hell?

Or, would it be an escape from this place we know well?

What has happened to him & why it does

is still a mystery that eludes us.

Some day we may open that door.

And the patient may say: “I don’t want to be here anymore.”

—————————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

 

 

The Mystery Of Schizophrenia

      The Mystery Of Schizophrenia

He was locked away in a padded room.

He just sat there in the gloom.

He did have outbursts in the past.

Now, he seems calm, at last.

The diagnosis is Schizophrenia, Undifferentiated.

Though a Psych diagnosis is highly overrated.

He is obviously in a world of his own.

Sometimes he will smile. Other times he will moan.

Mostly, he likes to be left alone.

Exactly what is going on in him is not known.

Sometimes he will eat, other times he must be fed.

He will usually use the floor as his bed.

Are there demons screaming in his head?

He is totally delusional, it is said.

They have tried Electro Convulsive Therapy.

The response is less than they want it to be.

Sometimes he talks, but it makes no sense.

Maybe it does where he went.

If you had the ability to read minds.

And you entered his, what would you find?

Would you want to come back out again?

Or, would you stay there within.

Would it be like entering the 7th level of hell?

Or, would it be an escape from this place we know well?

What has happened to him & why it does

is still a mystery that eludes us.

Some day we may open that door.

And the patient may say: “I don’t want to be here anymore.”

—————————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

 

 

Imagination Rules

 

      Imagination Rules

A fictional life in a real world is a novel.

A real life in a fictional world is a gamer.

Fun with words can apply to either.

Let your imagination be neither.

 

Go anywhere or do anything.

Your imagination has no limits.

You can control your own destiny.

Your imagination is the key.

 

If you can’t imagine it on your own.

Let novels, games, or poetry help.

There is no limits in sight.

Your imagination is up to the fight.

 

There is little that you can’t do.

The limits are set by you.

Think of it and you are there.

You control power unbelievable.

 

The happiness that comes to you

is determined by all that you do.

Or, by all that you can imagine.

You control all that will be.

 

If not on your own, others can take you there.

Through stories, songs, & poetry, you’re anywhere.

Anywhere that the idea takes you to.

Accept it and enjoy the ride .———————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

Poet Goes Off Track

 

      Poet goes off track.

I’ve tried it once & I’ve tried it twice.

The camels have ‘hump day’. Is that nice?

Being hit can leave you black and blue.

I’m not drinking gas. I ain’t no fool.

If I could sing, people would gather around.

Have you ever heard of an ugly clown?

Mickey Mouse was once a rat.

How the heck does he do that?

I have a car that runs like a sewer.

It gurgles and burps. I wish it was newer.

It is cold. My lips are blue.

One flew over the cookoo’s  nest too.

Video games are full of violence and hate.

At least they aren’t playing Crazy Eights.

The power went off, then came back on.

I had a poem done, but now it’s gone.

I’ve gone off track. I am now on tilt.

I sure hope my flowers don’t wilt.

Everything is spinning around inside.

I couldn’t produce a poem if I tried.

ahhh,—- love and affection.

Do you see a human connection?

I am leaving it up to you.

I think I’m coming down with the flu.

Forget this poem writing, it’s late.

This doesn’t look good for my fate.———–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

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)

 

 

 

Here To Stay

    Here To Stay

I wish I could say.

I’m having a day

like yesterday.

It was a day, oh what a day.

Yesterday was quite a day.

Everything went my way

on yesterday.

You’re here to stay.

I had to play

along the way

as I thought of yesterday.

I must say.

It’s o.k.

If all there is to say

is talk of yesterday.

There will never be a day

like yesterday.

What can I say?

It all comes down to yesterday.

But, what about today?——————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

Lavender And Green

 

Lavender And Green

Lavender and green.

What a pretty scene.

What does it mean?

Lavender and green.

It was in my dream.

Nothing else was seen.

Nothing in between.

Just Lavender and green.

The sky was Lavender.

The trees were green.

You were Lavender.

I was green.

Does it mean

that you were mean?

Jealousy is green.

It doesn’t mean a thing.

Jealousy I didn’t bring.

You were not mean.

It must mean something?

Just call it a dream.

In time, see what it means.———R. W. Johnson—–(2014)