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Secret Agent Man

      Secret Agent Man

I walked through the crowd trying to blend in.

My eyes moved constantly checking where I’ve been.

Was anyone following or watching too closely?

Just weekend shoppers with kids mostly.

A trained eye can spot a gunman easily.

Most aren’t careful enough. They are moving to seize me.

They only have a general description to follow.

I can appear like anyone. The disguise is hollow.

If stopped & questioned they may see through it.

I have got to pad my edge a bit.

They are looking for a single person.

I must join with another. Curse them.

I go into a busy bar and spot a girl alone.

I buy her a drink & make myself at home.

Fortunately, she seems interested in me.

The conversation is proceeding nicely.

One of the goons came in & made the rounds.

He didn’t give me a second look, I found.

After awhile, to the girls dismay.

I excuse myself & head on my way.

The coast seems clear. I am barely able to catch a train.

I have made good my escape without giving my name.

A secret agent man is always under pressure.

I can’t always look suave and be a slick dresser.

People have died by my hand.

All done in the name of my land.

I never kill if it can be avoided.

Sometimes, the situation says destroy it.

Mostly, it’s obtaining information of one type or another.

Information I wouldn’t even tell my mother.

It’s a matter of national security.

It must be stopped to maintain purity.

Maintain our democratic basic freedom.

Yet, someone has to be the one to seize them.

There is no attachments in this job.

It could mean their life. I’m not talking odd.

They will be used as a tool to get me to talk.

So I must talk the talk and walk the walk.

Many a girl I would love to be with forever.

The chances of that is next to never.

You can’t trust anyone but yourself.

Now that’s really hitting below the belt.

Another day, another secret revealed.

That’s how it is when you’re out in the field.

Someday,——- if I survive.

I will quit while still alive.

Then I’ll retire to a small corner of the world.

With my love and we will be dead to the world.

We will live out our lives in peace unsurpassed.

Provided I can leave behind for good my past.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

Day Trippin, Or Prophecy?

       Day Tripping Or Prophecy??

If you hear a step upon your star tonight.

See a light not much brighter than a candlelight.

It’s not your imagination leading you astray.

It’s only me. Talk for awhile, before I slip away.

 

I have fought my way through fairy dust.

Followed a rainbow till it turned to rust.

Traveled beyond the imagination of man.

Just to talk with you while I can.

 

I love how the colors dance on your dress.

Your beauty leaves poets trying to guess

what to say to capture it in words.

You’re more beautiful than exotic birds.

 

You have been with us throughout time.

Every man has wished ‘you were mine.’

Your wisdom stretches to infinity.

Then back again as you check on me.

 

I have blundered in many ways.

Yet, you never let me stray.

Tell me what you have in mind?

Asks a humble servant from one so kind.

 

The answer will come as I travel the road.

I feel as  unworthy as a horny toad.

Your thoughts  are so beyond my own.

I can only lie here and moan.

 

The knowledge has been put in my head.

It’s like magic, all that you’ve said.

I will go forward with your words.

Tell everyone what I’ve heard.

 

Others will find their way to you.

Then you can tell them what to do.

Before long, all will know the way.

Take us all  to your place to stay.————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two Wrongs Don’t Make A Right

  Two Wrongs Don’t Make A Right

My girl and I were out in the woods.

Checking out nature as best we could.

“Watch out for that poison oak”

“O.k.” I said as I gave her a poke.

We wound up down by the lake.

The warm sun made us feel like we would bake.

We decided to take a swim.

The water was cool as we got in.

We swam out to the raft anchored there.

Climbed on board & wrung out our underwear.

We splashed around some just for fun.

Then we laid back to soak up the sun.

Before long we heard some noise.

We looked up and saw two boys.

They were filming us with a phone.

Then they took off heading for home.

We got out fast and got dressed.

We tried to catch them. We did our best.

They were gone but, they went to our school.

We had a feeling we would end up being the fool.

Sure enough, Monday when we went to school

people were snickering & acting real cool.

We found out later pictures of us on the raft

went out to half the students real fast.

Our reputations really suffered after that.

It made both of us feel like crap.

We ended up getting married after graduation.

Years later, we still recall that situation.

The moral is don’t go skinny dipping with your chick.

The aftermath will cause you a fit.

As for the two who filmed us there.

Later they went to jail for an x-rated affair.

They got what they deserved in the end.

Never film others and do not send

the pictures to others without permission.

It is a sin for which there is no omission.—–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Snippets Of Simplicity

           Snippets Of Simplicity

This might be the day to run away.

To see who comes after you today.

Talking quieter at times is good.

To see who is listening, like they should.

Sometimes stepping up, ready to fight,

will show who steps up with you tonight.

Sometimes, making the wrong decision.

Lets you see who helps fix it with a revision.

Sometimes you have to let her go, & yearn.

Just to see if she loves you enough to return.

Sometimes doing what seems to be wrong

is the only way to make the relationship strong.

It never hurts to forgive more than once.

In the end, you’re a winner, regardless of the bumps.

The heart can shatter and be torn apart.

Also the heart is flexible and can mend & restart.

What goes up must come down.

Life goes on, then comes around.

A circle continues without end.

It stretches through time, though it may twist and bend.

All things have a beginning and an end.

Not a counterdiction, just ask a friend.

————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

Negativity Will Not Stay

        Negativity Will Not Stay

There’s a light on in your house today.

But, you’re not there. You’ve gone away.

I wanted so for you to stay—– to stay.

You seemed so distant and far away.

I couldn’t give you a reason to stay.

 

The little things, they mean alot.

They give hope where there is not.

But, negative things hang on & rot.

Though one of us may have forgot.

I’m sorry to say—- that I forgot.

 

Communication opens up the door.

It allows us to get to the very core.

Then neither needs to feel sore.

Before it turns negative some more.

Not discussing it is what I abhor.

 

Friends ask me where you’ve gone?

They never ask why it took so long.

They  don’t know what went wrong.

They know I’m singing a different song.

Ever since they know you’ve been gone.

 

Where is it that you needed to go?

Just away from me is all I know.

It could have been a different show.

We needed to take it really slow.

Then, at least, we both would know.

 

I’m cashing in on promises of yours.

Driving by is one of my daily chores.

I’ve found mine. Have you found yours?

If you have you’ll be home, of course.

Then we’ll become a mighty force.

 

The two of us will become as one.

Sharing our love under the sun.

Blending together like coke and rum.

No more negatives will ever come.

We will both know: You are the one.———R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

Early In The Morning

         Early In The Morning

It’s my favorite time of the day.

Sitting at the breakfast nook table.

Watching the birds outside play.

It’s so misty I can barely see the maple.

As a light rain falls, the birds are chirping away.

The dog is looking out the window.

He is watching for a cat gone astray.

He barks, though they be quick and nimble.

On my second cup of coffee & toast.

A little butter and jam makes it extra good.

I eat little for breakfast. Different than most.

I suppose I could eat more, like I should.

The newspaper opened to the word jumble.

I try to figure out the jumbled word.

I really feel warm and humble.

I have spent my time already with His word.

It is a time to give thanks .for all the blessings.

Time to take a look within.

It is not a time to be guessing.

Lord please guide my footsteps today from all sin.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

Bloodline

Bloodline

Her back was up against a wall.

But, she stood proud and tall.

It was always on her mind.

That it was in her bloodline.

 

She grew up in poverty & tough.

She didn’t take anyone’s guff.

She did whatever came to mind.

Till she heard about the bloodline.

 

Hers went back many years.

Further back than her peers.

She came from a line of royalty.

A warrior line of royalty.

 

She knew she should be a queen.

She stood proud in everything.

One day her star would shine.

It was in her bloodline.

 

Then one day she met a guy.

He had that spark in his eye.

His eye was only for her.

She was the one, he was sure.

 

He treated her like a queen.

His actions was just her thing.

She thought that he was fine.

Then she thought of the bloodline.

 

She was unsure what to do.

Until he said “I love you”.

He said he came from a long line.

He said it was his bloodline.

 

She told him of her bloodline.

Everything was going fine.

Before long, they came to find.

They would continue their bloodline.———–R.W. Johnson—(2011)

 

 

Captive

 

                            Captive

The first time to tell my story is a fright.

I’m the special speaker at A. A. tonight.

My sponsor says  it will be alright.

As I start my story I’m a little uptight.

For me it started in my teenage years.

No, not drinking or drugs. Not even beer.

I was a straight girl. Nothing less.

I was a virgin, as you might guess.

It happened as I was walking home.

I was grabbed from behind. I was alone.

I was thrown into the back of a van.

I was given chloroform by the man.

When I awoke I was locked in a room.

Mattress on the floor there in the gloom.

Bars on the window. The door was locked.

A bucket in the corner to use as a pot.

After awhile, the man came into the room.

“You’re my sex slave” said the goon.

I remember my thoughts as he stripped me bare.

What will I tell my teddy bear??

That first time hurt so bad I prayed he would stop.

Finally he got up. I was glued to the spot.

No sooner had he left than another came in.

Then the whole thing started again.

I won’t go into detail what all they did to me.

Let your imagine run wild, then you might see.

After almost a month the police broke in.

They took me from that house of sin.

To me, it seemed like a year or more.

I was frozen to my very core.

I have been asked how I survived.

It was a miracle I was even alive.

All I remember to fill the void.

I became an organic robitoid.

I went through the motions  they said to do.

Inside I thought— I am dead to you.

I had no emotional response.

A machine, moving only to their taunts.

Months of therapy didn’t help my gloom.

I lived with my parents, mostly in my room.

I rarely came out. I hated crowds.

I ate in my room. Often I cried out loud.

My dad gave me some wine once with dinner.

He said “Deep inside I know you’re a winner.”

I felt a little better after a drink or two.

Then I knew exactly what I’d do.

There was a liquor store near the house.

I would sneak out quiet as a mouse.

Cover myself up good with clothes.

All you could see was just my nose.

I was soon buying wine by the case.

Hiding the empties all over the place.

After 2-3 bottles of wine a day,

things seemed to be, almost, o.k.

Then, one day, while watching TV

It was like they were talking about me.

It was a program about alcohol abuse.

I was killing myself just to feel loose.

I said no,— I could stop if I wanted to.

So I told myself no to the booze.

Soon, I was shaking and sick as hell.

I told my folks I didn’t feel well.

I confessed all my drinking to them.

Asked them to take me to detox then.

I detoxed and started in a program.

Got a sponsor and said I’d show them.

I stayed sober and worked the steps.

Now, I’m telling all, how my life was a mess.

How I was captive of my own devices.

But, now, I really know what nice is.

I’d been captive to a sick sexual nut.

It was hard, but, I got out of that rut.

To sum it up as to what it means to me.

Thank God. Now I am finally free!!

 

A quiet hush fell over the place.

There was hardly a dry eye in the place.

As I stepped down everyone did clap

People were hugging me and patting my back.

I felt welcome. I felt loved.

I give all thanks to God above————–R. W. Johnson——(2011)