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Demented Dancer Gets Help

Dancing with dementia.
Pretend that it is not there.
Look at the fairies dancing.
They are dancing everywhere.
Dance at night in the moon light.
Be provocative in your moves.
Just be glad that it is night.
Dance until they accept you.
It should only be a little longer.
Let them know you are no fool.
You can see them dancing there.
There is a place that dancers go.
You will get there if you try.
You will be the star of the show.
You will be known far and wide.
Dancing with dementia is the way.
There is no other way it’s done.
You might even dance in the day.
Where do we go from here?
You have arrived. This is it.
There is only one more thing to do.
Some ECT should do the trick.

——————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Music Of Love

There is music ringing in the air.
I can hear it singing everywhere.
Sweeter than honey from the hive.
My spirits raise & I come alive.

Then, suddenly, I began to see.
The music is inside of me.
I have become so into you.
The music rings of you. It’s true.

It is like when the angels sing.
You are my all & everything.
The music of life rings true.
When that life is with you.

I am floating in the clouds.
The music is playing really loud.
I am oblivious to any others.
Except for you. To this I shudder

I cannot think of anyone else.
I cannot even think of self.
You have taken over my mind.
Just sweet music all the time.

What’s this? I see you dancing to?
You say “It’s because I’m into you.”
My heart soars to a greater height.
I am higher than a kite.

——————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

No Help Coming

I was targeted by someone.
Or, maybe, it was by something.
My internet access is no more.
I threw my phone out the door.
All electronics won’t work.
I don’t think it is a quirk.
No one else is affected so.
I don’t know where to go?
I called the power company for help.
They said: “All is o.k.” I said: “ See YELP.”
I gave them a nasty review.
My girl said: “Someone is coming for you.”
“They have white coats & a butterfly net.”
I said: “I have not gone crazy yet.”
Someone has destroyed my life.
Wiped out all credit and the like.
No more bank records. I am broke.
Fired from work for a fictitious note.
I can’t buy gas. I can’t buy food.
Nothing will improve my mood.
Did the government do all this?
Soon, they will tell you when to piss.
I have to figure this mess out.
I might be becoming psychotic, no doubt.
It won’t help to maim and murder.
I’d go to jail before it went further.
At least there I have 3 hots and a cot.
Is that better than this mess? Or not?

I’m in the soup line on skid row.
I have nowhere else to go.
Waiting to get in a homeless shelter.
It is hot and I’m in a swelter.
I can’t find work. I need references.
I no longer exist on internet, my guess is.
I am an invisible man without a country.
I feel like hanging myself from some tree.
What has happened to ‘the American way?’
Somehow I have gone astray.
I have been cut down in my prime.
I might as well be doing time.
There seems to be no way out for me.
So much for ‘the land of the free.’

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Halloween Ghost Story

“I found something. Come and see.”
“What was it? You can tell me.”
“You have to see it, first of all.”
“Sounds fishy, but I’ll answer your call.”
I followed him down several streets.
Excited, but trying to look discreet.
“Where the hell are you leading me?”
“Just a little further and you will see.”
We came to a dirty, filthy, narrow alley.
“In here.” We went in. It seemed a folly.
“It stinks in here”, I said loudly.
“Shhesh”, he said. Almost a little pouty.
“Be quiet. It’s right up here.” He said.
Mysteries were running through my head.
We came to stairs leading down.
“What the hell?” I said with a frown.
“It doesn’t go under either building.”
“It leads straight down.” He said, beholding.
“What is down there?” I said with fear.
That’s what we’ll find out” he said in my ear.
“Are you nuts” I said with fright.
He said “I have 2 flash lights.”
He gave me one and started down.
I followed. I didn’t want to look like a clown.
We went down unbelievably far.
No doors, windows, or even bars.
Suddenly, it leveled out and widened.
I think I was on the verge of crying.
The room was big. We couldn’t see the walls.
Cobwebs and dust covered all.
We walked on, though I was shaking.
It was bad. I thought things were quaking.
Soon we saw subway type tracks.
Up ahead, we saw a little shack.
There was a sign hanging on the shack.
SUBWAY STATION 13 it read.
I couldn’t believe what it said.
“There is no station 13 on the subway?”
“They must have closed it years ago, some way.”
We looked around for awhile, then we left.
I went to the library next day to check.
I found out it was closed many years before.
Reason: It was a real story of horror.
Several people had been murdered down there.
Rumors of ghosts were heard everywhere.
People quit going to that station.
It was closed down. They said for sanitation.
I knew for sure I wasn’t going back there.
I would rather go almost anywhere.
Except there. Ghosts and I do not agree.
I would much rather feel safe and free.

————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Can Opener Problems

Have you ever tried to open a can?
My wife couldn’t either. I’m the man.
The electric can opener wouldn’t work.
It made noise, but it wouldn’t cut dirt.
It wouldn’t even make a hole in the can.
I worked up a sweat and needed a fan.
Finally, I looked for a manual opener.
It was hard to find,—- to be sure.
It made a hole in the can okay.
But, it was super hard to use anyway.
It took all my strength to turn the handle.
Now I know why I replaced the manual.
After making Nixon sound like a saint,
I felt really tired and about to faint.
I succeeded in getting the can open.
It was a can of beans. No great token.
Hardly worth the effort at all.
I should have found a way to stall.
Come up with something else to eat.
Like take out. Now that would be a treat.

——————————-R, W, Johnson—–(2015)

Addict Makes A Recovery

Once I was a druggie, down and out.
I loved to get high, without a doubt.
Be it pills, booze, crack, or grass.
I would go at it till I fell on my ass.

Then one day, when I was really low,
I sat wondering; ‘where does this go?’
If I kept on like this I would be gone.
I had a feeling it wouldn’t take long.

I decided to change my ways.
I looked old, flabby, & pretty frayed.
I got online & read a lot.
Much of it was just a crock.

You are what you eat.
Eat veggies, fruit, nuts, & meat.
Do everything in moderation.
Even exercise, to my elation.

Keep away from everything I did before.
Now that really opened up a new door.
Do prayer & meditation.
Before bed or when you awaken.

Drink pure water. Much more than usual.
Yet, don’t overdo it. It’s a good move though.
I had my list of what to do.
I would need some help from you.

It was real rough starting out.
Till I learned what it was about.
Till I flushed & detoxed my system,
I didn’t know what I was missing.

I ate organic fruits & veggies.
No more processed food. Not even spaghetti.
After a couple months I had it down.
People were amazed when they came around.

I lost weight & looked super healthy.
My body looked like I was wealthy.
My muscles had definition.
I looked like I was on a mission.

A six pack was starting to show.
I had tons of energy, you know.
Girls were beginning to look my way.
It was a ton of work, but worth every day.

Addicts, let this be a lesson for you.
You can become just like this to.
Just set your mind & save your life.
You will have much less strain & strife.

——————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Man

He. He is a man in every way.
He. He is never to humble to pray.
He is valiant and he is bold.
He won’t always do as told.

He, however, is loving and kind.
He will totally consume your mind.
He is mysterious in many ways.
He is at his best when he plays.

He can dominate any situation.
He takes control without hesitation.
He never forces his will on others.
He loves children and his mother.

He is a man of few words, at times.
He made his point. He acts refined.
He is respectful of others wishes.
He will even wash the dishes.

He is a man for all seasons.
He is relevant, for many reasons.
He is a man all look up to.
Yet, he always has time for you.

——————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Let’s Keep Our Thoughts Private

Have you ever wondered how it would be
If others could read your mind & see what you see?
You may think that would be fun.
But, soon, you would be on the run.
Privacy would be nonexistent at best.
You would bare it all , putting all doubt to rest.
Many thoughts you don’t want others to know.
Their reaction could be a real show.
Forget guilt and shame.
Swallow them with the rest of your pain.
You would want to read others thoughts too.
Even the ground. Know what they think of you.
I have a hunch things could get nasty.
At least you would never be a patsy.
What about the thoughts of those who are mentally ill?
Could you handle that with any type of skill?
No. It would be a very unpleasant thing.
I don’t want to hear others thoughts ring.
Think of God, who can hear all of our thoughts.
Bare to Him our souls, & that’s a lot.
His love for us knows no bounds.
Hearing our thoughts & He stays around.
That is beyond my comprehension.
I am glad it’s not me, but it is Him.

———————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Keep An Open Mind To Life

Some understanding takes a lifetime of learning.
It’s the ones that keep the emotions churning.
Look back and reap the lessons from your past.
Never throw a bad experience into the trash.
Take the lesson and apply it to the situation.
Never give in to your overwhelming temptation.
Make the best of every experience in life.
File it away to use as a guide when there is strife.
In the final analysis you will be a better man.
You will handle the situation as best you can.
Others will see the wisdom of your ways.
They will come to you for advice in the coming days.
You, yourself, will feel better with the end result.
If it was based on life experiences you did consult.
We are here for a lot of different reasons.
One of those would be to learn from the seasons.
The seasons we go through as we age.
There is a season for every stage.
Every stage brings new experiences to bare.
The result is a better person for us to share.
So keep this in mind if you should get off track.
It also applies to others to explain where they are at.
A broader view of life and all it holds for you
can be obtained by always maintaining a broader view.

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

Magic: Gone With A Vengence

I heard of a land of magic.
A different type I didn’t know.
They used colors for their magic.
If it was dark, magic didn’t flow.

During sunny days they did all.
They used magic in many ways.
At night things moved at a crawl.
Daytime, it was like running a maze.

Not everyone had the power.
Others could only use certain colors.
They would tire in a few hours.
Few used all colors better than others.

These few were called prisms.
They were the ruling class.
Also called full spectrum magicians.
They used magic to kick others ass.

Thinking all citizens needed a leader.
Such a prism was called a black prism.
Other prisms were his advisors.
Ruling by magic, they were the bleeders.

They would bled magic from others.
Those with little or no power had no chance.
They could only run to their mothers.
Unless they could find a thing called ‘The Lance.’

“The Lance’ could wipe out a prism’s magic.
They would be powerless. A common one.
‘The Lance’ was hidden years ago by black magic.
Black magic could only be used by some.

Very few was the number of them.
Most would destroy ‘The Lance’ if they found it.
Just a couple would use it. They were real men.
If used, magic would cease to exist. Every bit.

Those with no magic would be happy with that.
Everyone would be equal. No prism’s anymore.
No ‘magician’s’ treating others like a rat.
It would make those former magicians very sore.

One day Morvel found ‘The Lance’ using black magic.
He loved his magic, but he hated prism’s.
The Black Prism took away his brother’s magic.
His brother later committed suicide. A real schism.

He activated ‘The Lance’ at noon that day.
All magic magically disappeared.
He did it to get revenge for his brother, they say.
The prism’s went nuts. Loss of their life, they feared.

Many were killed or put in prison.
Things were different from that day on.
We would call it as normal as kissin.
From that day on all magic was gone.

———————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)