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Trouble On The Muni

Trouble On The Muni

I took a ride on a Muni bus.

Everyone was in a rush.

A man started throwing a fit.

Started cussing and wouldn’t quit.

He pulled an old lady out of her seat.

Then sat down before anyone could speak.

The old lady hit him with her cane.

He called her a whore by name.

He got up and punched her lights out.

She hit the floor without a shout.

People grabbed him without a word.

As the driver pulled to the curb.

They threw him off the bus.

He started to rant and cuss.

The driver pulled back into the street.

As the guy was climbing to his feet.

Later, I read in a local paper.

The guy thrown off turned into a hater.

He tried to sue the old lady & the bus line.

Said they hurt him & he wasn’t fine.

Someone recorded it all with their phone.

The jury watched it as he let out a groan.

He is in the slammer now for assault.

I hope he knows how the old lady felt.

But, most likely, he didn’t learn a thing.

Who knows what trouble these idiots will bring.

——————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Creatures Of The Unknown

Creatures Of The Unknown

There are people; creatures that are around.

They come and go with an eerie sound.

They are not of this world, it’s true.

They could be coming just for you.

Call them creatures of the night.

To see one is a real fright.

They are the basis of many legends.

Real or not?—– It all depends.

Many strange things lead back to them.

To believe is more than just a whim.

Would you take a chance it’s all a hoax?

No more real than a ghost?

Have you heard of the shadow people?

Black eyed children and haunted steeples?

A lot of things from the lunatic fringe.

Most make no sense until the end.

But, by then, it is way too late.

It has already sealed your fate.

Do not mess with the occult or unknown.

The result is not good, it has been shown.

You’ll end up a part of a scary tale.

One quoted over a glass of ale.

Your fate will become a fright.

Told around campfires late at night.

Compare it to the bogyman children fear.

Maybe, it was ‘them’ that was near?

Children have vivid imaginations.

Amazing how they see the situation.

So heed my words and be on guard.

Learning the truth can be real hard.

—————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

A Frightened Prophet

A Frightened Prophet

When I was small I had dreams.

Many came true, or so it seems.

As an adult I have dreams & visions.

I guess it’s time to make a decision.

Do I tell others about this gift?

Many will try to take advantage of it?

I am not sure if I want any of that.

Maybe it is better off where it’s at.

I could be like the ‘sleeping prophet.’

Edgar Casey. Many bought it.

He came up with many treatments.

Prophesied about many seen events.

Some have come true. Others, not yet.

If all came true, he would be set.

I am not sure I want all that.

But, many things are on my back.

I feel like others need to know.

End of time comes fast, not slow.

Many events will happen rapidly.

Sounds almost like a ‘rap’ to me.

But, a rap song wouldn’t do it justice.

Many diseases coming to infest us.

Every tragedy coming down the pike.

Nothing coming you would like.

I don’t preach gloom and doom.

But, there is little working room.

The events coming can’t be avoided.

No matter what, you can’t avoid it.

So, what to do with visions like this?

Any way you look at it, it’s a bitch.

——————-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)

A Ghost Town Halloween

A Ghost Town Halloween

I came into town after traveling far.

Thought I would stop at the local bar.

Get a little drink to quench my thirst.

After hours on the road, it was the worst.

I stepped in and looked around.

I was surprised at what I found.

A normal crowd for a Saturday night.

But, that wasn’t what gave me a fright.

They were all dressed up like ghosts.

Also skeletons and scary hosts.

A witch said it was for Halloween.

It all just seemed like a dream.

I ordered a drink & got a glass of blood.

I was shocked so he put it in a mug.

“What is this? I asked the keeper.

“A free drink” said another creature.

I asked “Is it a Bloody Mary?”

“No, this drink has a cherry.”

“We call it a Bloody Virgin.”

I tasted it, with some urging.

Then, some weird howling started.

Sounded like someone departed.

“Full moon. Werewolves are out.”

Then, outside, we heard a shout.

Then, a scream, like someone torn apart.

“Don’t go outside, if you are smart.”

I thought it was a joke, but maybe not.

I was shaking, yet, glued to the spot.

“What kind of a place is this? I asked.

“You’re in a ghost town.” Was gasped.

“Real ghosts, ghouls, and other things.”

“We come here on every Halloween”

My hand passed right through the ghost.

The ghoul was eating a human roast.

My feet were spinning , but I wasn’t moving.

“Stay around, it’s just getting groovy.”

“Let me out of here”, I screamed.

It was real,—– or so it seemed

They grabbed me and pulled me down.

I was sorry I stopped at this town.

I passed out. I thought I would be killed.

I woke up at dawn in a field.

I was at the outskirts of town.

A sign stated it was a ghost town.

My vehicle was parked nearby.

I got in and started to cry.

I wasn’t about to go back into town.

As quick as I could, I turned around.

I still don’t know if It happened or not.

People around let that town go to rot.

They told stories similar to mine.

Find some other way to spend my time.

Stay away from that ghost town.

You’d be better to drive around.

People have gone there & didn’t return.

You would think that people would learn.

I, for one, learned all I needed to know.

I don’t want to go back to that show.

I left that place far behind me that day.

On Halloween’s I find other places to play.

—————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Human Lab Rats

Changes are happening to you.
I can tell it through and through.
Changes are happening to me too.
What in the world are we going to do?

Just one sip of this ‘wonder drug.’
It didn’t take much to change your mug.
I am surprised that it changed me too.
Now I am starting to look like you.

This drug, we may not want to keep.
The mirror cracked when I took a peek.
Do you think we will be a hit with girls?
They will instantly break out in curls.

If we can get past all the screaming.
Maybe our lives will have some meaning.
We could be monsters in a horror show.
Scare people way back in the last row.

Quit necking long enough to scream.
It will cause panic and quite a scene.
We will become instant horror stars.
That is, if we don’t end up behind bars.

We’ll be the hit of the Monster Mash.
We will become a graveyard smash.
Not the results we originally wanted.
We’ll make the most of being taunted.

We might even make a ‘how too’ movie.
Now, wouldn’t that be real groovy?
Our lab screw up will make us idols.
Even though, we get chased by Fido.

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

The Enemy Among Us

I look out upon the frosty land.
House roof and trees all white.
Along with the grass and sand.
My thoughts turn to the fight.

Our earth has been attacked.
By aliens for our mineral wealth.
We haven’t given up. We fight back.
Most of us are now in poor health.

We have returned to the rock age.
No modern comforts exist now.
But, our progress, we can gage.
There is a plan to tell us how.

The aliens can’t breathe our air.
They wear stuff to help with that.
Without their stuff, that they wear.
They would die, and that’s a fact.

We will eliminate their breathing gear.
We have a plan that will not fail.
It will work. We have nothing to fear.
They can’t order more through the mail.

We will burn the ship that has the stuff.
An inside job that will work for sure.
They enslaved some. They’re treated rough.
Yet, inside the ship, they will endure.

We have a way to contact them.
They will be supplied with what they need.
They will set fire to the breathing bins.
Make sure it cannot be easy to breathe.

With their equipment destroyed,
they will soon be in a real pickle.
The air,—- they must avoid.
They will be reduced to a trickle.

Those will leave or be overthrown.
Yes, they may return, given time.
By then, we will have things going.
We will be ready. Right down the line.

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

I went on an archeological dig.
Ancient ruins in an orchard of figs.
Why would these ruins be here?
Buried on purpose, was clear.
The dig lasted a year and a half.
What was dug up took more than that.
A circle of pillars with strange symbols.
They were all around the pillars lintels.
We didn’t understand what they meant.
If we did, we would have covered it & went.
It turned out to be a portal to hell.
The symbols were chants,— a spell.
One that would bring up a demon.
There is no doubt it was a mean one.
The symbols indicated ‘it’ killed all there.
‘It’ just appeared out of nowhere.
After finally translating the symbols,
it was clear to all, except two bimbos.
Two came back and chanted the words.
The ground shook. It was absurd.
Then, ‘it’ was there, out of nowhere.
They were grabbed & thrown in the air.
Then, they were ripped all apart.
The sight of the remains made us barf.
The site was rapidly covered up.
Taboo signs were stuck in the muck.
It was never mentioned again.
People were just told it was a sin.

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Little Show Of Horrors

Blackbird singing in the dead of night.
Was he welcoming in the morning light?
I fear what’s coming in the light of day.
I didn’t mean for things to turn out this way.

She might cut me loose today.
Tell me to go my own way.
All that I did was just for her.
But, it didn’t turn out right, for sure.

I tried to make it all a surprise.
To see the love shining from her eyes.
It was shocking, to say the least.
Made me look like some kind of beast.

It was supposed to be a puppet show.
Relaxing, for someone on the go.
Instead, it became a show of horrors.
Left her running, screaming, for the door.

Curse that puppeteer and his ‘sick’ humor.
I heard he was ‘sick’, but thought it a rumor.
His price was fair, so, we went from there.
I didn’t think it would be such a scare.

Blackbird singing in the dark of night.
Don’t be singing about such a fright.
This could be the end of our love affair.
Yet, you sing like you don’t even care.

If you ever want to surprise your girl.
Don’t hire a ‘sick’ puppeteer to thrill.
For he may scare her with his show.
Leaving you lost, with nowhere to go.

——————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Destroyed By Time?

Could it be? It was all so simple then.
Could time have rewritten every line?
You and I, together until the end.
A life much sweeter than wine.

Just misty, water colored memories.
All that’s left of the way we were.
Something changed. Better remedies?
No,— only pain and tragedy did occur.

Something changed in the whisper of time.
I will never hold you and love you again.
The memories have become a living shrine.
A symbol of what might have been.

Karma has reversed its course on me.
It must be a wheel within a wheel.
Things are not the way they used to be.
I can no longer stay on an even keel.

Turn back time and let’s try it again.
There has got to be a better way for us.
But then, I wouldn’t know where to begin?
I would fear for another total bust.

Oh emotions, why torture my heart?
Punishment for my choices in life.
It is the result that’s tearing me apart.
I cannot rise above the pain and strife.

What could have been and never was.
It is a loss that I cannot overcome.
I can dream of raising above.
While, in truth, you were the only one.

Put me down in the Book Of Tragedy’s.
An entire chapter to do me justice.
Explain how I still love you madly.
Then, destroy me. Leave me restless.

Screaming, with no way out.
A living horror, buried by emotions.
Straining to give my final shout!!
I LOVE YOU!!— I need a love potion.

—————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

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