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A Glimpse Of God’s World

Something was wrong today.
Had the matrix gone astray?
I seemed to have different choices.
I was hearing lots of voices.
I went out for breakfast as usual.
In the café, what I heard was brutal.
All these voices talking at once.
But, no lips were moving on the chumps.
I realized I was hearing their thoughts.
Scary as hell. It must stop at all costs.
What they thought and what they said.
Didn’t match up in most of the heads.
If people said what they think.
WW3 would be on the brink.
The noise was like a roar to me.
I wanted out. I wanted free.
Then, I learned to get some control.
I could tune out some I didn’t know.
Others, I could not ignore.
Their thoughts were pounding on the door.
Then I heard psychotic thinking.
I was frozen without blinking.
It was to muddled and illogical.
Could he be such a naughty soul?
I was almost ready to scream.
The waitress asked if I wanted cream.
“What, oh, yes” I said.
I was ready to lose my head.
I couldn’t go on like this.
It was too much. Stop it now. Desist.
Man wasn’t made to read another’s mind.
Knowing private thoughts was a real crime.
I can’t live in a world like this.
How does God not feel amiss?
Hearing every thought from everyone.
Praise to the omnipotent one.
He, and only He can deal with this.
I can barely handle a kiss.
With that thought, it went away.
Things returned to normal that day.
I praised God with all my heart.
May we never drift apart.

——————————R. W. Johnson—–(2018)

The Country Way

The time has come to run.
We’ve been having lots of fun.
But, our time of joy is over.
Either run, or push up clover.
Each of them has a gun.
They will shoot us just for fun.
It is time to color us gone.
Now, run faster than a fawn.
See you when it’s over and done.
Then we will have more fun.
They won’t chase us very far.
Even if they use a car.
They lose interest very fast.
Nothing they do seems to last.
They are just good old country boys.
A guitar, a beer, and make some noise.
They don’t care who lost or won.
Only if daddy has his white shotgun.
They want it formal, win or lose.
Then it’s back to drinking booze.
So we will lie low for awhile.
Soon, we will be able to smile.
Then I will walk up to him.
And say: “Guess what? Were next of kin.”

—————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

There Is No Cure For Stupidity

I read every book that he could find.
I was literally running out of time.
The Doctors said there was no cure.
The thought gave me a lot of fear.
Just a six word statement was all.
It meant I was in for a very big fall.
“There is no cure for stupidity.”
That’s what the doctor said to me.
There has to be something I can do.
I don’t want people thinking I’m a fool.
I can read, but not real well.
I just hope no one can tell.
A computer is way over my head.
I feel like I should stay in bed.
Then, I found a way to show I am smart.
I helped kids at the grade school with art.
Soon, the cops hauled me away.
Said I was a pervert. What did I say?
“There is no cure for stupidity.”
That’s what the cops said to me
What in the hell am I supposed to do?
I have never been mean to you.
They said I needed a special school.
They would have a lot for me to do.
Who knows, maybe I would get smarter.
Mind your manners. Don’t be a farter.
So,—– off to school I went.
I was mad and wanted to vent.
The school said no to me.
“There is no cure for stupidity.”

—————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Running From The Demons

I was doing what I usually do.
Living my life the way I wanted to.
Some say I was wild, out of control.
Others said I was just feeling low.

I say neither of them are right.
I want all I can get out of life.
You only live once. Do it right.
Live to the limit with all your might.

I am running, running from the demons.
Sometimes I end up just screaming.
I just go on without any feeling.
I am running, running from the demons.

I don’t know what brought me here.
I arrived with little to fear.
Why go on when there is nothing for you?
It is something I just have to do.

I’ve been doing this all my life.
I feel the pain, like from a knife.
It often reaches deep in my heart.
Trying its best to rip me apart.

I am running, running from the demons.
Sometimes I end up just screaming.
I just go on without any feeling.
I am running, running from the demons.

Mostly, I am numb to the pain.
If not,—– I will go insane.
Another gamble, another dare.
To most, it would be a scare.

I have tried to figure out why.
If I keep on, then I will die.
There has to be a better way.
I hope I will find it someday.

I am running, running from the demons.
Sometimes, I end up just screaming.
I just go on, without any feeling.
I am running, running from the demons.

——————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

The Mighty Hand Of Faa (Part 2)

A small group of scientists were hid out.
They had a plan they were talking about.
They had a means to speed up entropy.
The deterioration of all to nothing remotely
similar to what it was. Turned to waste.
They needed to get it to the Faa home base.
They needed to know how long it took.
The trip from earth to the Faa home nook.
They would sneak the device aboard their ship.
A timer would trigger it at the end of the trip.
One casually talked to a bored Faa guard.
He got the information. It wasn’t hard.
They would plant it among the mined ore.
It was undetectable, according to lore.
The ship blasted off for the home Faa planet.
It landed on the smog shrouded hunk of granite.
The whole planet was an industrial complex.
So polluted, home sweet home, lost its context.
The load of ore was needed badly here.
They also needed more. That was clear.
Just as the unloading had begun,
a timer clicked.—— It had begun.
Slowly at first, so it wasn’t noticed.
Then, rapid decay became the focus.
In a matter of hours the entire planet was consumed.
The Faa didn’t know what hit them. They were doomed.
Soon, on earth, no new Faa ships arrived.
The Faa here panicked. How will they stay alive.
They needed new supplies of the air they breathed.
Earth’s air was deadly. Had they been deceived?
They tried to breathe it. They had no choice.
An agonizing death ended their voice.
Humans were free. They knew their plan worked.
They had a number of Faa ships. What a quirk.
They became space explorers, but didn’t forget
how they got here using a trick.
They would not be like the Faa a bit.
They soon formed a Federation of Planets.
They eliminated all invaders and bandits.
Humans were a lot better off in the end.
Now, they had a lot of inner planetary friends.

————————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

The Mighty Hand Of Faa

The time has come for all to decide.
Will you live,—— or will you die.
What a choice. Most will say live.
But, to do so, you must forgive.
Forgive what? You ask in awe.
Forgive those they call the Faa.
Those aliens who conquered the earth.
You now are a slave from your birth.
Accept it as your destiny.
There is nothing you can do, you see.
This rubs your hackles the wrong way.
You don’t accept being a slave today.
If you don’t, then you will die.
Acceptance means life, so do not cry.
All will accept because they want to live.
But, they will never come to forgive.
They will hope to someday be free.
This is not the life for you and me.
The Faa is stripping this earth to the bone.
All minerals, metals, and precious stones.
We, the slaves, will do all the work.
Killing our own world. What a quirk.
We are a back world dump to the Faa.
Being assigned here is a lowly call.
Slaves are treated with indifference.
Nothing we can do will make a difference.
But, as earthlings, we never give up.
A plan is developing in the ruff.
It will take time to carry it out.
They will learn what we are about.
But, that is another story.
Soon to be told in all its glory.
So, come back and hear it all.
You will be proud and stand tall.

——————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Beyond Reality

Beyond reality are things unexplained.
Yet, they happened just the same.
If you can’t wrap your mind around the facts.
Further investigation is stopped in its tracks.
Depending on what it is that happened.
A miracle, it seems, soon becomes fact then.
Or, it is credited to the paranormal realm.
‘The unknown’ seems to be at the helm.
Often, it is explained through religious faith.
This answer is jumped to, often in haste.
If seen, believe it,—- if not, it’s a myth.
Seeing the answer is considered a gift.
Often, it is chalked up to a hoax.
Especially, if you happen to see a ghost.
So, where do we go from here?
The unexplained is nothing to fear.
It simply means more study is needed.
Knowledge is gained when such acts are repeated.
When the real truth is known what then?
There will be others on which to begin.

——————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Life, And A Little More

We had help from the angels above.
I thought it was all based on love.
That was just the way it was.
It was always the local buzz.
Then, something seemed to change.
Things were no longer the same.
People blamed it on evil and sin.
The devil made me do it again.
Is it always so cut and dry?
If things do not meet your eye.
Blame it on Satan and his demons.
What a nightmare. I must be dreaming.
Let’s search for other answers here.
Maybe it is caused by fear?
Maybe it is the early training.
Spare the paddle. I’m not complaining.
The final answer is up to you.
You will do what you want to do.
You can follow the guidelines of life.
Or, do your own thing, despite the strife.
I guess there is much in the golden rule.
Do unto others as you want done to you.
The final result, good or bad.
Is what you make it. That could be sad.
Motivation is the name of the game.
Say it simple, say it plain.
Nobody said life would be easy.
In fact, usually, it’s kind of cheesy.
But, with the right condiments included.
Life can be all that it is eluded.

————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

A Day Like No Other

Tell me what you did today?
I went to another dimension to play.
What kind of crazy talk is that?
It’s not crazy,—- it is a fact.
But, how can this even be?
It is easy. Want to see?
The Shadow People opened the door.
Showed me what I was looking for.
Once there things were unreal.
A waking dream is how it feels.
Weird shapes and colors.
Things moving that are like no other.
Gravity is less. I could jump real high.
Jump way up into a purple sky.
Things would talk, but it made no sense.
Like someone gargling through a picket fence.
I would do flips and scary dives.
Float on the green water and stay alive.
I almost lost my way back to here.
Then I heard you loud and clear.
You were calling, asking if I was home.
Then, I was back. No longer alone.
That sounds scary as hell to me.
I think I’ll stay here and remain free.
Suit yourself, but you are missing out.
This other dimension will make you shout.
You’ll have a blast in all you do.
What if you can’t find your way back through?
Come looking if I’m not here tomorrow.
The Shadow People will show no sorrow.
But, they will show you to the door.
Just don’t ask them anything more.
See you tomorrow at twelve noon.
I can’t wait to see the double moon.

————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

The Problem Is CRS

I saw my friend the other night.
I must say he looked quite the sight.
“What is the matter with you?”
He said “I have CRS. Oh yeah, it’s true!”
“CRS? What did the Dr say?”
“He said I have CRS, earlier today.”
“Well, that’s not so bad” I said.
He said “Are you out of your head?”
“It’s CRS man, my days are numbered.”
“I guess that could be a real bummer.”
“But, it shouldn’t kill you. Not right away.”
“So, everyday I live in fear and pray?”
“You won’t remember by tomorrow.”
“Can’t you even show some sorrow?”
“Come on. I forget stuff every day.”
“It’s just a ‘senior moment’ is all I say.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“CRS. Can’t remember shit!!” I shout.
“What? That is not what CRS is.”
“Cancer Recurring Symptoms it is.”
“What? Is that what the Dr said?”
“He said I had CRS. It was in my head.”
“When I asked him what to do?”
He said ‘write it down. That’s best for you’”
“I thought he meant to make out a will.”
“My days are numbered. I’m feeling ill.”
I said “Not to worry my friend.”
“I am pretty sure this is not the end.”
“He meant you can’t remember shit.”
“So, write it down to remember it.”
“Well, shit. That is a bummer.”
“I’d rip his ass, but I forgot his number.

——————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)