Songs – Page 5 – Word Smith Wisdom

Love Glow

Love Glow

I want to see you glow.

I want you to steal the show.

The more things change,

the more they shine.

I want to hear

that you are mine.

The change in you

will make you glow.

When you’re in love

everyone will know.

Then you can shine, shine, shine.

Tell the world that you are mine.

I don’t care how many know.

For me, you are the only show.

I want to see you grow.

Let this new love of yours show.

The changes now have just begun.

Soon you will sparkle.

Then, I will know.

You’re love, I have won.

Like a rainbow,

all aglow.

Everyone will know.

You love your beau.

Then you can shine, shine, shine.

Tell the world that you are mine.

I don’t care how many know.

For me, you are the only show.———R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Frustrated Love

Frustrated Love

There you go again.

How can I ever win?

You get upset about the smallest things.

You don’t understand what it means.

Is it all men or is it just me?

You can’t seem to comprehend, see.

Anything I say you take the wrong way.

The same thing happens every day.

If I try to say a romantic thing,

You suspect I’m having a fling.

I say the words are meant for you.

You think I am treating you like a fool.

Sweet nothings won’t fly.

I won’t even give them a try.

You will fly into a rage.

Ask me if I’m engaged.

Nothing could ever apply to you.

You will not be made the fool.

I decided to write you a letter.

I couldn’t think of anything better.

When the time was right, I gave it to you.

You said “Who is this letter to?”

Your name was right at the top.

You thought that was an afterthought.

“Why would you write a letter to me?”

“You see me every day, don’t you see.”

I tried again to say what I felt.

You wouldn’t accept it, though I knelt.

Anything sweet could never be about you.

You demanded to know what I was up to.

Sweet nothings won’t fly.

I won’t even give them a try.

You will fly into a rage.

Ask me if I’m engaged.

Nothing could ever apply to you.

You will not be made a fool.

I asked you why I can’t say sweet

things about you? “I am not a cheat.”

“How come you never do then?”

I almost did a double back flip again.

“Something here just isn’t right.”

She said “Are you trying to start a fight?”

“No, I just want a normal girl.”

‘What? Don’t I give you a thrill?”

I was to dumbfounded to reply.

She said “You are the apple of my eye.”

“And you’re sweet as honey, Bunny.”

“Who is Bunny?”———Aarrrgh!!!—————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

I’m Caught In A Trap

I’m caught in a trap

I’ve never met anyone so opposite of me.

No matter what, you always disagree.

We met through mutual friends.

That’s how a thing like this begins.

Somehow, we end up being together.

If I say it’s canvas, you say it’s leather.

If I say it’s black, you don’t say it’s white.

You say ”It’s blue, so don’t get uptight.”

I hope I don’t fall in love with you.

If so, I won’t know what to do?

They say opposites attract.

I am praying that’s not a fact.

If I fall in love with you

I can only end up being a fool.

How could anything be so cruel?

I just don’t know what to do.

I tried to arrange things to be safe.

That night came & things didn’t wait.

One person was sick with the flu.

So I ended up, again, with you.

No matter how I try we can’t stay apart.

It’s really starting to affect my heart.

It starts beating faster when I see you.

Due to inner stress, or something new?

I hope I don’t fall in love with you.

If so, I won’t know what to do?

They say opposites attract.

I am praying that’s not a fact.

If I fall in love with you

I can only end up being a fool.

How can anything be so cruel?

I just don’t know what to do.

I have to break the loop. This can’t go on.

I am in a tither from dusk till dawn.

We will never be lovers, please take the queue.

Quit acting like you haven’t the slightest clue.

Things got turned around & here we are again.

“We see you two together a lot” friends said with a grin.

“There may be something happening here.”

That’s it. I’m done. Give me another beer.———-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Root Of Confusion

The Root Of Confusion

Driving down this country road,

feeling like I’m growing old.

Windshield wipers are keeping time,

as I mull things over in my mind.

The day is dark, dreary, and wet.

How much darker can my mind get?

I try to find some sort of pattern.

Thoughts are circling like the Rings Of Saturn

It is not a mystery

as many say it seems to be.

Round and round

goes the secrecy.

No way ever to

set yourself free.

Sometimes the meaning

starts to become clear.

Then it blurs

and leaves me in fear.

On I drive, on this miserable day.

My destination, I cannot say.

I don’t know if I can go on?

Yet, I must. It’s not a con.

Someone like you can understand.

Why it is so hard for a man.

My thoughts keep spinning with no focus.

I don’t even know what the joke is?

It is not a mystery

as many say it seems to be.

Round and round

goes the secrecy.

No way ever to

set yourself free.

Sometimes the meaning

starts to become clear.

Then it blurs

and leaves me in fear.

I’ve gone so far I’ve lost my way.

I am not even sure of the day.

It is not a mid life crisis.

I’m still young. It’s what the price is.

I could be lost for eternity.

Till someone makes it clear to me.

It’s the way it is when in this trap.

If I only knew where I was at?—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

White, Cold, Water

White, Cold, Water

I felt the cold of icy, white water

come flowing over as it pulled me down.

I saw my hand reaching out of the water

and grab a branch hanging low to the ground.

Flow white water.

Flow over me.

Take me down ,

then, out to the sea.

I heard you calling as I went running.

I should have waited by the streetlamp post.

But, in the moonlight, I went hunting.

Breath blowing white, like a ghost.

Flow white water.

Flow over me.

Take me down,

Then, out to the sea.

Into the calm and clear,

you ran, coming through the mists.

I can feel you near.

Straining to hear through the waters hiss.

The dogwoods on the banks

Glowing in the gloom.

On every naked branch,

a beautiful white bloom.

Flow white water.

Flow over me.

Take me down.

Then, out to the sea.

I see you running in the tall wild grasses.

Your body floating in the frosty air.

Young and free, coming to the river rapids.

Your hands, now reaching , yelling that you care.

Flow white water, flow.

Right on by.

Flow white water, flow.

Leave me high and dry.

Your there holding and cuddling me.

Whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

Doing your best to try and reach me.

Suddenly, I felt no fear.

Why I ran, had now departed.

I had no clue to why it was.

I know you are where my heart is.

Snug and warm and loved.

————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2011)

Just Any Old Kind Of Day

Just Any Old Kind Of Day

Sitting here, relaxing in my easy chair.

Just some time to rest my tired eyes.

Thinking about the State Fair.

Thinking about how time flys.

Thinking how my grandson really tries.

It was just an any old kind of day.

The kind that comes and slips away.

The kind that fills up easy my life’s time.

The night brought any old kind of dark.

I felt the beating of my heart.

Seems to me that everything is fine.

Wondering about my old friends?

Hope their all doing fine?

Thinking how it all begins?

Then wondering about the end of the line.

Knowing there’s more to kill than time.

It was just an any old kind of day.

The kind that comes and slips away.

The kind that fills up easy my life’s time.

The night brought any old kind of dark.

I felt the beating of my heart.

Seems to me that everything is fine.

I heard what sounded like a chicken.

Coming from the field out in back.

Then I heard the clock a ticking.

Telling me it’s time to hit the rack.

Time enough for thinking in the sack.

It was just an any old kind of day.

The kind that comes and slips away.

The kind that fills up easy my life’s time.

The night brought any old kind of dark.

I felt the beating of my heart.

Seems to me that everything is fine.

————————————————–R. W. Johnson—-(2011)

It Really Doesn’t Matter Anymore

It Really Doesn’t Matter Anymore

When I was little, I was very shy.

I couldn’t look a person in the eye.

A few years later I didn’t like to fight.

To avoid a hassle I would take flight.

As an adult I resisted going to war.

I didn’t want to be here anymore.

Now I’m old & set in my ways.

I think back to those earlier days.

I am still set against any wars.

But,— it doesn’t matter anymore.

I got married & we had children.

Both were really strong willed then.

Now that I think, they still are now.

They could make you have a cow.

But, neither thinks much of war.

They dislike it to the core.

Now I’m old & set in my ways.

I think back to those earlier days.

I am still set against any wars.

But,—It doesn’t matter anymore.

As an adult I found the Lord.

My life changed. I’m no longer bored.

I’m looking at life with a different view.

Thinking of more than me and you.

Helping others to make the change.

Getting away from sorrow and pain.

Now I’m old & set in my ways.

I think back to those earlier days.

I am still against any wars.

But, it really doesn’t matter anymore.

Were in the end days. It will end soon.

The Lord will come outshining sun & moon.

That will be the end of strife & wars.

He’ll shake this earth to it’s very core.

The righteous will be caught up in the air.

The wicked will die in shame & despair.

Now I’m old & set in my ways.

I think back to those earlier days.

I am still set against any wars.

Soon, none of this will matter anymore.

—————————————————R.W. Johnson—-(2011)

World Gone Wrong

World Gone Wrong

Can we perceiver in such trying times.

People coming on with such lines

as “I am here to save your heart.”

Coronary doctors doing their part..

Other con men take up the slack.

I’ll be glad when hero’s are back.

I know there’s something more

than what were living for.

I think we’re all afraid

How can we be so blind?

The answer’s all around.

No one wants left behind

Someone’s coming to our aide.

Then we’ll all be homeward bound.

We are pulled this way and that.

We don’t have energy to fight back.

The wheels have fallen off the world.

We’ve been spun and we’ve been twirled.

Our whole world’s turned upside down.

Up or down can no longer be found

I know there’s something more

than what we’re living for.

I think we’re all afraid.

How can we be so blind?

The answer’s all around.

No one wants left behind.

Someone’s coming to our aide.

Then we’ll all be homeward bound.

To cut through the confusion, pray.

Study the Bible until you can say.

I see it now. It all makes sense.

God, forgive me.— I repent.

I repute all sin & accept you as Lord.

Save me from this crazy hoard.

I know there’s something more

than what we’re living for.

I think we’re afraid.

How can we be so blind?

The answer’s all around.

No one wants left behind.

Someone’s coming to out aide.

Then we’ll all be homeward bound.———–R. W. Johnson—–(2011)

The Home Coming

The Home Coming

She was a girl living on her own in the city.

I saw her as a flower blooming very pretty.

I made an effort to get to know her.

Before long I grew much bolder.

I asked her out and love grew from there.

Then word came which we could hardly bare

I had to leave for an indefinite time.

We cried. I said everything would be fine.

I’d send money. She could move away.

She wanted into a country home to stay.

Eventually, this dream came true for her.

She bought a home. A cozy one, for sure.

She continued to wait with much concern.

The time was near for my return.

Early in the morning.

Just about the time the day is dawning.

When all the birds of song are singing.

I’ll be coming home to you.

Look out across the frosty meadow.

The sun will be turning yellow.

All the trees will be saying hello.

I’ll be coming home to you.

She was a country girl at heart.

She loved to sit before the hearth.

Feel the warmth coming from the fire.

As she dreamed of her desire.

She was faithful as she waited patiently.

Knowing I would be coming home to see

our new home where we would be together.

Our love will grow, no matter the weather.

She knew I didn’t want to leave.

It was impossible to even conceive

of being apart for such a lengthy time.

It was so hard it was almost a crime.

But, it all would be over soon.

All the waiting would heal like a wound.

Early in the morning.

Just about the time the day is dawning.

When all the birds of song are singing.

I’ll be coming home to you.

Look out across the frosty meadow.

The sun will be turning yellow.

All the trees will be saying hello.

I’ll be coming home to you.———————R. W. Johnson—–(2011)

High Flyer

High Flyer

You shot me down & I fell from the light.

You thought I would fall from sight.

Gone—living in misery

without you near me.

But, I have risen , like the bird of flight,

the Phoenix. I have risen to a new height.

I am soaring among the clouds.

As high as a kite can fly.

My heart is crying out loud.

I can fly. I can fly. I can fly.

Since I met her I am high.

As high as a kit can fly.

I can fly. I can fly. I can fly.

She has your charms, but, not your gile.

She always greets me with a smile.

Be it lengthy or for only awhile.

For time with her, I’d walk a mile.

She has the charms of spring in bloom.

Her lovely eyes just make me swoon.

I am soaring among the clouds.

As high as a kite can fly.

My heart is crying out loud.

I can fly. I can fly. I can fly.

Since I met her I am high.

As high as a kite can fly.

I can fly. I can fly. I can fly.

Like a night bird in its flight.

She showed me how to fly at night.

She taught me how to fly in the day.

To her, it’s all a game to play.

But, she is serious when it comes to love.

That’s why I can soar high above.

I am soaring among the clouds.

As high as a kite can fly.

My heart is crying out loud.

I can fly. I can fly. I can fly.

Since I met her I am high.

As high as a kite can fly.

I can fly. I can fly. I can fly.———————R. W. Johnson—–(2012)