Songs – Page 8 – Word Smith Wisdom

Hard, Hard Times

Hard, Hard Times

A time is coming when scarcity of food will be common.

The freedom of religion will be uncommon.

Men will pray for their very souls.

To stay alive will be your major goal.

We need the warriors of the light.

To come and fight with all their might.

We must stand against oppression.

We must defeat their control obsessions.

The time has come to say what’s right.

To fight for the truth with all of our might.

A time is coming when you’re totally controlled

You can’t buy or sell if you don’t fit the mold.

You will be hunted down like a common dog.

If not killed, then jailed, like a common hog.

We need the warriors of light.

To come and fight with all their might.

We must stand against oppression.

We must defeat their control obsessions.

The time has come to say what’s right.

To fight for the truth with all of our might.

Our bread and water will be sure.

We have the truth which is the cure.

Our faith must always remain strong.

Soon we will all sing the same song.

We need the warriors of the light.

To come and fight with all their might.

We must stand against the oppression.

We must defeat their control obsessions.

The time has come to say what’s right.

To fight for truth with all our might.———–R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Saved By The Rain

Saved By The Rain

I came home & there waiting for me

was a note sitting there for me to see.

it said you were sorry for all that you did.

You must leave to keep your face hid.

In hurting me you have hurt yourself.

All for the love of someone else.

Now, he to, has gone from you.

You say there is nothing else you can do.

If it wasn’t for the rain,

it would be more than I could bear.

I’ll never see you again.

The rain is running down my hair.

It is washing away the pain.

Lightning flashes—-Are you standing there?

But, I know it’s all in vain.

My life’s not going anywhere.

The days and weeks drag by. They will not flee.

There must be a way to set you free.

But, you’re still there within my heart.

It seems nothing can tear us apart.

I wonder if you are suffering too?

There must be something I can do.

But, nothing comes to ease the pain.

Except for long walks in the rain.

If it wasn’t for the rain,

it would be more than I can bear.

I’ll never see you again.

The rain is running down my hair.

It is washing away the pain.

Lightning flashes—-Are you standing there?

But, I know it’s all in vain.

My life’s not going anywhere.

The weeks drag on into months.

The rain is gone & so am I , I grunt.

Not a word , call, or sign from you.

I am at a total loss as to what to do.

I grab my hat and head out for a walk.

I just need someone so I can talk

Then, suddenly,—- I bump into you.

Loving arms around me & around you.

————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

The Odd Couple

The Odd Couple

Well, there you go again. Saying I’m a looser.

Just because I don’t want to do it your way.

All you need to know is that I’m not a snoozer.

I won’t miss the opportunity to play.

We go round and round about the same thing.

Why must it always be your way?

We need to look at what we both bring.

We both need to have our say.

Rulers only listen when they are losing.

Otherwise, they always get their way.

Lovers will still love if they are losing.

But, they are better if they have their say.

The day will start out fine with plans you made.

But, let me change just one little thing.

All of a sudden, you’re done with the charade.

Lightning strikes again into our fling.

You will not see any view but your own.

Rational arguments is like spitting into the wind.

They come back twisted & hurt to the bone.

This is definitely coming to a rapid end..

Rulers only listen when they are losing.

Otherwise, they always get their way.

Lovers will still love if they are losing.

But, they are better if they have their say.

After a month or two of not seeing you.

You still will not discuss the problem.

You must think no one can see through you.

But, this does not bring a solution.

After all is said and done, it’s sad.

The good times were some of the very best.

But, they don’t outweigh the bad.

Even so, I don’t think of you any less.

Rulers only listen when they are losing.

Otherwise, they always get their way.

Lovers will still love if they are losing.

But, they are better if they have their say.

—————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Stuck In The Middle With Two

Stuck In The Middle With Two

I was feeling really down in the dumps.

Girlfriend problems is giving me thumps.

Is it on or is it off? No answer coming .

It is enough to start me running.

Then, quite by accident, it happened.

I met the one who has the caption:

‘Forbidden fruit’, because she’s married.

We clicked and my heart, she carried.

She took it away and eased my anxiety.

Now, how can I face society.

I’m damned if I do .

I’m damned if I don’t.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won’t.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place.

I should keep my distance and play it safe.

I’m damned if I do.

I’m damned if I don’t.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won’t.

My girlfriend has let me know it is still on.

What a mess. Don’t know if I can go on.

Torn between two lovers. Feeling like a fool.

Loving them both and not knowing what to do.

One is young but, with great social skills.

The married one is mature & knows my will.

They both have their pluses and minuses.

I want both. I don’t know how kind that is.

This can only end up with someone getting hurt.

I would hate that, for what it is worth.

I’m damned if I do.

I’m damned if I don’t.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won’t.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place.

I should keep my distance and play it safe.

I’m damned if I do.

I’m damned if I don’t.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won’t.

The married one’s marriage is dead.

She wants a divorce before she loses her head.

For 4 years she has wanted a divorce.

Nothing yet shows she will take this course.

Friends say she is ‘forbidden fruit’, beware.

This may be true but, it’s hard to bare.

The girlfriend is busy with work .

Will soon be in school to . What a quirk.

She seems to have little time for me.

A commitment from her just cannot be.

I’m damned if I do.

I’m damned if I don’t.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won’t.

Stuck in between a rock and a hard place.

I should keep my distance and play it safe.

I’m damned if I do.

I’m damned if I don’t.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won’t.—————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Middle Of The Road

Middle Of The Road

When you left there was an emptiness that wouldn’t leave.

I know our hearts fit together like an arm in a sleeve.

You were afraid that somehow you would be burned.

But, there is one thing that I have learned.

When two blend like the nectar of the gods,

You don’t fool around with those kind of odds.

It’s a long, long way to the middle of the road.

It often takes two to carry a heavy load.

We must meet there , or so I’ve been told.

It’s a long way to the middle of the road.

Together we could have bonded & became as one.

We would have flown into a blinding sun.

We could have stayed together for eternity.

We still could. Just you and me.

If you’ll come back to me once more.

I will love you forever more.

It’s a long, long way to the middle of the road.

It often takes two to carry a heavy load.

We must meet there, or so I’ve been told.

It’s a long way to the middle of the road.

Time goes by & people do change.

Changes don’t always have to bring pain.

Sometimes people change together.

Come what may through any weather.

When the spirits bind & the heart is one.

It only means there will be more fun.

It’s a long, long way to the middle of the road.

It often takes two to carry a heavy load.

We must meet there, or so I’ve been told.

It’s a long way to the middle of the road.

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

No Remorse

No Remorse

Enjoying the sunshine in old Mexico,

we sat on a balcony and watched the sea roll.

Waves crashing on the beach.

Washing away all sin and deceit.

As I sipped at my Tequila,

I ordered her a Margarita.

We talked of times in other places.

About the time we dressed in laces.

We talked of plans and resolutions.

We decided we had no quick solutions.

We’ve been through all this before.

We decide it’s time to close the door.

The good times have run their course.

We have reached our end with no remorse.

You’ll go your way and I’ll go mine.

Good times with others at a future time.

We’ve had the best of what was given.

Now it’s time for us to go on living.

We both agree to go our own way.

No regrets left for either to say.

So, we enjoy one final drink together.

We talk of the past and about the weather.

We talk about how far we’ve come.

Though, at times, things were troublesome.

There were many happy times to compensate.

Many, many times we got to bed late.

But, it’s all behind us now.

You finish your drink and I take a bow.

A kiss on the cheek and you walk away.

I watch until you drive away.

I stand and finish my alcoholic tea.

Then I walk straight into the sea!!

The good times have run their course.

We have reached the end with no remorse.

You’ll go your way and I’ll go mine.

Good times with others at a future time.

We’ve had the best of what was given.

Now it’s time for us to go on living.

We both agree to go our own way.

No regrets left for either to say.—————R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Flash Back

Flash Back.

I saw her coming in the door.

I didn’t want to be there anymore.

Someone said. “It’s a party. Just relax.”

But, the memories kept coming back.

Back to a time of wine and roses.

She made my song. I didn’t compose it.

She made my day. She made my life.

If things were different, she’d be my wife.

Flash back. Flash back. It keeps coming back.

Back to a time of fast cars and romance.

The time of my life when I was young.

We kissed on our very first dance.

Right from the start I knew she was the one.

Flash back. Flash back. We can’t go back.

After awhile, I began to relax.

Then I saw her making tracks.

She was headed right toward me.

No place to hide that I could see.

She grabbed my arm with a smile.

“Don’t go. Stay around for awhile.”

“I came tonight cause I heard you’d be here.”

“I have something I want to make clear.”

Flash back. Flash back. It keeps coming back.

Back to a time of fast cars and romance.

The time of my life when I was young.

We kissed on our first dance.

Right from the start I knew she was the one.

Flash back. Flash back. We can’t go back.

“I was young when we were a number.”

“I made a mistake & pulled us asunder.”

“I was afraid to make the commitment.”

“I guess I didn’t have the equipment.”

“It was the biggest mistake of my life.”

“I have suffered since & want to make it right.”

“Maybe we could still make a score.”

“If you would only take me back once more.”

Flash back Flash back. it keeps coming back.

Back to a time of fast cars and romance.

the time of my life when I was young.

We kissed on our first dance.

Right from the start I knew she was the one.

Flash back Flash back. We ‘can’ go back.

———–We went back!!———————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

A Real Dilemma

A Real Dilemma

We met again just outside of town.

At a small café that we had found.

We tried again to work it out.

We both knew what it was about.

I know it looks like we don’t belong.

Yet we still go on and on.

There are differences to work out.

That seems to be what it’s all about.

Round and around and around we go.

We seem to be actors in a show.

We know where this plot is headed.

Even though we haven’t read it.

Try as we might, this circle won’t break.

We just don’t have what it takes.

You always say for me not to go.

Alone at night, I feel really low.

I need you there to keep me warm.

Yet, I don’t want to face the storm.

I always thought that it was me.

Who needed saving for eternity.

But, it seems that we both are lost.

Will we go on at any cost?

Round and around and around we go.

We seem to be actors in a show.

We know where this plot is headed.

Even though we haven’t read it.

Try as we might, this circle won’t break.

We just don’t have what it takes.

You’re a part of me I can’t give up.

I must keep drinking from the cup.

The taste is sweet, but later it’s bitter.

Yet,—- I feel there is a fit here.

You feel the same about it too.

Yet, we don’t know what to do?

Neither will stop doing what we do.

There will never be another you.————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Wanting More

Wanting More

Here we are, just the two of us.

Were having fun together.

You never have been in a rush.

No matter what the weather.

You say you love me , but do you show it?

I want affection that goes much deeper.

I feel more like company; it’s all I get.

I want to feel that you are a keeper.

I have this hole that needs to be filled.

It’s an emotional need of mine.

Until the day my emotions are killed,

I will always have this need of mine.

I’m afraid to let you go.

Because I need you to fill this hole.

If you can’t, I really don’t know

if I can go on with this show.

We agree on most things of life.

A better friend I couldn’t find.

You stand by in times of strife.

You’re sweet, gentle, and kind.

There is more that I need from this.

It is hard to put into words.

I want to live a life of bliss.

Have you heard a word?

I need a love that captures me

and takes me to heaven on earth.

A love that stimulates me.

A love that is more than I am worth.

I don’t want companionship only.

I need more from you than that.

I want real love, not a phony.

Loving me for me is where it’s at.

I’m afraid to let you go.

Because I need to fill this hole.

If you can’t, I really don’t know

if I can go on with this show.

I want a love that will last through time.

A love written down in history.

Let generations know you were mine.

A blazing romance of mystery.

Others will be perplexed as to why

our love is such a special thing?

How it could have me flying so high,

yet, seem as common as anything?

Are my ideals set way too high?

Do I need to bring it down a notch?

Love me & we’ll write it in the sky.

Make it last forever. Start the watch.——–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Coming Together In A Heated Rush

Coming Together In A Heated Rush

The wind howls across the ice flows

It sends the frozen snow skimming.

A hardened river on a river. So it goes.

It is not the same as in the beginning.

Is it flowing North, South, or Westward?

It just glides to the shoreline till it’s free.

Ice above & the water below. It’s end is heard.

As the glacier breaks & falls into the sea .

You come to me on fast forward.

You try to put the bums rush on me.

I am not one to rush toward.

I’m like the glacier headed to the sea.

Like a moth drawn to a flame.

You have no control over your impulses.

We both push and pull to make a claim.

Within this moment that encroaches.

History is relived through your own intent.

You’re drawn to me for that very reason.

We each try to mold the moment.

I know it’s coming in due season.

This is where the whole world keeps on turning.

This is where we come undone—–undone.

It has been brought to this point by yearning.

Which you cannot mix with fun.

Will they measure me by branches.

Count the rings and sift my ashes.

Mark the ground where I fell & carry on.

Or, will we fight against the silence.

Fill our days with noise & violence.

Not recognizing our hearts when we are done.

The moment of heated rush passes by.

We are left to piece it all together.

I find that you’re still you & I am I.

You’re touch is gentle. Like a feather.

No words pass between us.

We’re both lost in our own world.

There is no longer an interest in lust.

I lie on my side with my legs curled.

We soon get up & go about our business.

It’s as if we were someone else.

Video games & sports become your business.

I sit a & wonder how it felt.

I think of the glacier slowly sliding to the sea.

It’s history is there left behind.

An open book for all to see.

Slowly, I finally start to unwind.

I am not frigid nor turned off by love.

I just don’t deal with it in high gear.

It makes me feel like a glove.

Out of place when you are near.

For awhile we came undone—–undone.

Nothing mattered but this moment in time.

But, such emotions shouldn’t be for fun.

Only if I’m yours & you are mine.

Will they measure me by branches.

Count the rings and sift my ashes.

Mark the ground where I fell & carry on.

Or, will we fight against the silence.

Fill our days with noise & violence.

Not recognizing our hearts when we are done.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)