Traveling In Time

       Traveling In Time

What if time was not linier?

You could jump around in time.

I know, it is a little queer.

But, all good times would be mine.

I would have the best of times every day.

Visit them again and again.

Every day I would play.

I probably wouldn’t know where to begin.

I could transverse time to my own pleasure.

Relive some of the most loving moments.

There are times I really treasure.

Go back to when I could eat donuts.

But, such an idea would be unsafe.

Man has not matured enough to handle it.

Some would try to manipulate a better fate.

The result would be bad, if they don’t quit.

No, man is not ready to traverse time.

We’ll have to learn from our mistakes.

If we do that, we may find

a better world, it will create.

Until then, it doesn’t hurt to dream.

We can come up with wonderful things.

Make them happen, if we scheme.

Amazing what imagination can bring.

————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

Social Fears

 

       Social Fears

You seem to know

 when there’s no way out.

You lay low.

You’re not out and about.

Call you wise.

Call you afraid of it all.

The other guys

saw you at the mall.

 

You’re a creeper.

You come and go.

You’re not a seeker.

You just lay low.

You stir the pot.

Then disappear.

Likely, as not,

it’s all out of fear.

 

When trouble brews,

you have been seen around.

If only I knew,

I could have made you found.

This is it.

Face up to your actions.

I’ll never quit,

to get an extraction.

 

You’re a creeper.

You come and go.

You’re not a seeker.

You just lay low.

You stir the pot.

Then disappear.

Likely, as not,

it’s all out of fear.

 

What’s the game?

Why do you always do this?

It’s not the fame.

But, it is a real risk.

It’s just you.

It is how you are.

Fear is it.

But, why be afraid at all?

You don’t fit.

Chill out. Just have a ball.

——–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Too Many Lies

         Too Many Lies 

Lies, Lies—–will it ever end?

You keep telling lies. Why pretend?

You lie about this and lie about that.

How can you lie about being fat?

 

You can’t seem to tell truth from error.

You say you’re here, when you’re really there.

But, you can’t hide your lying eyes.

You couldn’t, even if you tried.

 

There seems to be no truth in you.

It is all lies, no matter what you do.

You lie so much, as you try to explain.

It is enough to drive a man insane.

 

You’re world is distorted by all the lies.

It is not real. All made up of alibis.

It is a fantasy world where only you exist.

I have had about all I can take of this.

 

I am leaving. You call it a lie.

You don’t even start to cry.

In your world, this wouldn’t happen.

If it did, you’d feel like crap then.

 

You can’t even be truthful with yourself.

If you could, you would seek some help.

In your world, if it doesn’t work.

You make up a lie to fix the quirk.

 

If I could see inside your core,

I would find a shop of horrors.

Totally fictional existence.

Nothing concrete , just pretence.

 

You’re hanging on to reality by a narrow thread.

That thread may snap and you’ll lose your head.

There is little help for that, though you’ll be free.

No more pressures or stress.—– Just fantasy.

 

Wake up and smell the roses.

Yes, they are real. So is psychosis.

You are skating on the lunatic fringe.

One little slip and it is the end.

———————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

Person Of Mystery

              Person Of Mystery

She was described as dark and beautiful.

She was quite reclusive, you could tell.

Often, quite shy when around people.

She could still work her magic spell.

She had an easy, addicting laugh.

A winning smile to go along with it.

She was an expert at her craft.

Described as mysterious, the title fit.

Yet, she had spells of depression.

She would withdraw from everything.

Often for weeks, she would have a session.

When seen again, it was like the spring.

Her eyes would glow with vibrant life.

She made you aware of her presence.

Though, still shy and full of strife.

Having her around was very pleasant.

You felt if she could be drawn out.

If she could overcome her fears.

She would impress all who were about.

There would never be a need for tears.

Her vitality would infect all others.

They would be in a better place.

She would influence all mothers.

To give all of what it takes.

Such a person is rarely seen.

Why the depression, is a mystery?

It is like she is stuck in between

heaven and hell. Happiness and misery.

She will end up in one place or the other.

Happiness is what I would like to see.

But, then, I am her lover.

I would like to see her set free.

————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

From The Dark Into The Light

 

      From The Dark Into The Light

I am glad I was around.

You were going to the dark side of town.

You said you had to help someone.

I knew where you were coming from.

You would always think of others.

You would help them, despite your druthers.

It is not safe on the dark side of town.

There are rapists and evil clowns.

You will feel better if I come along.

Only for protection, don’t get me wrong.

 

You will want me to be around.

When you go to the dark side of town.

Together, we will make a team.

A couple who are looking mean.

Ready to take on any threat.

Don’t try something you will regret.

 

We made it to the one you seek.

They were ready to claim defeat.

They had hit bottom. Down and out.

Lying in an alley with feces about.

The place stunk to high heaven.

He had reached his Armageddon.

He was drunk and smelled like a brewery.

Too undernourished for any Tom Foolery.

He barely had the energy to walk with help.

This place wouldn’t rate one star on Yelp.

 

You will want me to be around.

When you go to the dark side of town.

Together, we will make a team.

A couple who are looking mean.

Ready to take on any threat.

Don’t try anything you will regret.

 

We got him up and the hell out of there.

He was almost more than we could bare.

She said “Are you ready to go with me?”

He said “Anywhere is a better place to be.”

We hailed a cab and took him home.

Cleaned him up and said he wasn’t alone.

Nursed him back to health again.

Got him in A.A. where he made a friend.

He remained sober and worked the steps.

He got a job. He had no regrets.

—————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

 

Whatever It Takes

            Whatever It Takes

Could I do it? No one else would dare.

I would much rather wrestle a bear.

It is dangerous and a little crazy.

But, then again, I thought—-Maybe.

Just because its never been done before

doesn’t mean it will end in gore.

It should be done on Halloween.

It is not as crazy as it may seem.

I could go down in history.

The only one to try it, you see.

But, then maybe they are right.

To try it will be a fright.

I am almost convinced to not try.

Just walk away and say goodbye.

But, something keeps saying ‘go for it.’

It will  be frightening for a  little bit.

Then, before you know it, it will be over.

I will then be rolling in the clover.

The rewards are worth the risk.

Better than the sidelines to just sit.

I will have a small cheering section.

Louder than the results of an election.

If I fail, my name will be mud.

Might as well change it to Elmer Fudd.

No, I don’t want to think of that.

I am a ‘do or die’ type of rat.

So, wish me luck, here I go.

I intend to steal the show.

———————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

The Party Clown

       The Party Clown   

I’ve been here and I’ve been there.

I’ve been almost everywhere.

What I do is always fun.

No, I am not on the run

I am up, I am not down.

It’s the other way around.

Life is wonderful all the time.

Have another glass of wine.

Yes, I am a party animal.

Hippie hair and raunchy sandals.

I am always up for some fun.

Time to party. Everybody come.

People call me the party clown.

Mostly when you are around.

All know a clown never cries.

He couldn’t, even if he tried.

Yet, inside,  I am a wreck.

Because you don’t give a heck.

I joke around at a party when you are there.

You don’t laugh, don’t look, you just don’t care.

What you’re doing is tearing this clown apart.

Dreaming of your love and not knowing where to start.

But,—- then,—- I’m a happy guy.

I feel good, with my head in the sky.

Yes, it is a long way down.

But, you will never see me hit the ground.

Famous last words of a party clown.

——————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

Tea Leaf Deceived

            Tea Leaf Deceived

He was a guy who drifted around.

One day he drifted into our town.

He wasn’t one who looked for trouble.

I don’t want to be one to burst his bubble.

But, when he arrived, his fate was sealed.

You might say he got a rotten deal.

Right away he attracted attention.

Mostly from girls. Not to mention.

He was a real good looking guy.

That is why he caught their eye.

The town bully had a girl.

The newcomer gave her a thrill.

She started giving him a lot of her time.

The bully found out and said ‘She’s mine.”

He took a swing at the newcomer.

The result was a real bummer.

The new guy moped up the floor with him.

Then,—- he said with a grin.

“I’m not here to steal your girl.”

“I am looking for Jeffery Till.”

“He lives just outside town.”

“What do you want with him?” he frowned.

“It’s my business and none of yours.”

“Stay out of it or do you want some more?”

The bully cowered and scooted away.

He would settle this another day.

The new comer found his way to Till’s place.

He had a grim look on his face.

“Mr Till, I want to talk to you.”

“I have things to tell you that are true.”

“Who are you?” Till said with a sneer.

“You’ll find out. Have no fear.”

“I knew your daughter before she died.”

“She missed you. She cried and cried.”

“She was raped and beaten badly”

“Died from her injuries.”  He said sadly.

“Before she died she asked me to find you.”

“To tell you she missed you and loved you to.”

“She told me how you threw her out.”

“She didn’t even know what it was all about.”

“Why did you throw her out on her ear Mr Till?”

“Yelling that you didn’t forgive her and never will.”

“She had no knowledge of why you were mad.”

“I know that you made her miserable and sad.”

Mr Till said  “I have nothing to say to you.”

“Run along now and find something else to do.”

“I loved your daughter and I’m not leaving.”

“I could beat your ass, the way I’m feeling.”

Mr Till backed up, all color leaving his face.

“You better talk or I won’t leave this place.”

“O.K., o.k. I found out she was pregnant.”

“She thought you wanted her to pay rent.”

“She was NOT pregnant. You made an error.”

“Dr’s checked her after her rape affair.”

“Where did you get the idea she was?”

“I read it in tea leaves.” He said in a rush.

“Why, you stupid old fart.”

“Your ignorant superstitions tore you two apart.”

“She died of injuries and a broken heart.”

“All she wanted in life was for you to be a part.”

Mr Till broke down in tears.

“What have I done? All these years.”

“I have always lived by the tea leaf readings.”
“Now, you bring me terrible greetings.”

“I will never read tea leaves again.”

“So be it.” Said the new guy. Then,

the bully and some friends arrived.

“Grab him boys. We’ll skin him alive.”

A hell of a fight broke out then.

Mr Till helped the new guy to win.

The bully and friends were knocked out.

“Get off my property” Mr Till did shout.

The bully and friends took off.

Mr Till gave a slight cough.

Mr. Till said “I didn’t catch your name.”

The new guy said “That’s o.k., just the same.”

“I’ll be going now. Thanks for your help.”

“I am sorry. I don’t know if it will help.”

“It does Mr Till. I pray that she knows.”

With that, he was gone down the road.

———————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

Leave The Past In The Past

 

        Leave The Past In The Past


He drifted into town. He stayed all alone.

No one knew where he called home.

He kept to himself. He liked it that way.

They say, it was likely, he wouldn’t stay.

He was a mountain of a man. Easy to spot.

Most tried to avoid him, likely as not.

Then came the day when men were crying.

The café caught fire & people were frying.

He ran in & carried people out.

Two at a time. He was stout.

He survived, but was badly burned.

He had little money, it was learned.

Through donations his bill was paid.

He got a job worth his pay grade.

He was called “Big Bad John,” after the song.

It wasn’t his name, but he went along.

One day he walked into church.

He sat in a pew like it was a perch.

He decided to tell the pastor. He was no fool.

He told the pastor his past, which no one knew.

The pastor turned white, while sitting in the pew.

Yet, he knew the story he was told was true.

“None of this is a sin by you, son.”

I Know”, he said, “Thy will be done.”

The pastor invited him to join the church.

He said he would, for what it is worth.

It wasn’t long till he became a deacon.

He accepted without even blinking.

He met his soul mate at the church.

They dated a year. He put her first.

The wedding was a lovely one.

The whole town came, just for the fun.

Within a year they had a little boy.

He grew like a weed. He was their joy.

He was a chip off his old man’s block.

Looked just like him. Solid as a rock.

Then, some bad men came to town.

They were following the son around.

One day they grabbed the son and tied him up.

They weren’t gentle. They treated him rough.

They called his dad and said “We have your son.”

“You tried to get away, but you could never run.”

“We hunted for you for years. Now, you are ours.”

“Your son will die if you don’t meet us at the bar.”

His past had caught up with him.

He knew that he had not done a sin.

But, he might now, if his son was hurt.

He flexed his muscles, which tore his shirt.

He went  to the bar. His son was there with them.

They immediately put a knife under his chin.

His son strained his bonds and broke free.

He started kicking ass on the closest creep.

Soon, father and son were mopping up the floor.

Till the bad guys couldn’t fight anymore.

They were turned over to the police.

They went to prison for kidnapping the son.

It was party time for everyone.

People shouted “Like father, like son.”

Soon, election time had begun.

The Dad was elected mayor on a write in.

Everyone felt real safe with him.

A deacon, mayor, hero, and local legend.

He was very proud to be their leader then.

His life was much better than his secretive past.

He only prayed daily that it would last.

———————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

Love Is A Mystery

        Love Is A Mystery

There is mysteries all around.

Always, there are more found.

But, the greatest of them all

is love. Do you hear its call?

 

It can beacon from near or far.

It can reach you where you are.

Some love makes no sense at all.

Others can leave you standing tall.

 

Love can come and love can go.

Love can make your entire show.

Be it sweet or heartbreaking.

Love is worth the undertaking.

 

Love can lift your spirits high.

Love can hurt till you want to die.

It can tear your heart into.

It can make a fool of you.

 

Love can fill your every need.

It can leave you wondering , indeed.

love for one another is great.

Each giving what they take.

 

Why love comes our way

is a mystery for every day.

Where it comes and where it goes

only God really seems to know.

 

You can know how to make it better.

Or, you can get a ‘Dear John’ letter.

Just give love as you want to be loved.

The rest will come from God above.

——————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)