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Amazing Love / Ages Of Life

Amazing Love

I never knew there could be such love.

It really blew my mind.

Now, I know I’ll always need your love.

You’ve been my greatest find.

I was down on myself the most.

You brought me into the light.

I was behaving like I was a ghost.

You showed me wrong from right.

I want to tell you just how I feel.

I want you right by my side.

I want to show you that my love is real.

I’m not just along for the ride.

A time may come when I slip away.

I never trusted myself.

But, I’ll come running back to stay.

I can’t give up my wealth.

You make me feel like a millionaire.

Although, I don’t have a dime.

I think , in time, I’ll be a zillionaire.

Because you are so fine.————————R. W. Johnson—–(2006)

Ages Of Life

Age is like a flower growing.

Pushing upward & outward with a mighty will.

Age is like a river flowing.

Going faster, then slower till it’s still.

Age is like a tractor pulling.

It goes on & on with endless power.

Age is like a Mack truck rolling.

Hour after hour.

Age is like a faithful old dog

who, despite his age, when called, will come.

Age is like a white wispy fog

that fades away in the brightness of the morning sun.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2003)

Wanting Her To Stay

Wanting Her To Stay

Going through life a day at a time.

No one to share a dream with through time.

Is that what life it’s all about?

Is there no reason to jump and shout?

I have a dream of a future with you.

Sharing our lives in all that we do.

If only you would feel the same.

There would be so much more to gain.

There has got to be a better way.

After one night, to have her stay.

There’s more to life than going all the way.

I just want her to want to stay.

Stick around through the thick & thin.

Want me more than she wants him.

We could live together but, not in sin.

I just want her to want to stay.

Life drags on when you’re all alone.

The loneliness hurts down to the bone.

She’s with another but, she won’t stay.

Leaving in the morning is just her way.

She won’t commit to anything lasting.

She only wants it to be a fast thing.

A commitment could hurt her bad.

She won’t relent—- It is so sad.

There has got to be a better way.

After one night, to have her stay.

There’s more to life than going all the way.

I just want her to want to stay.

Stick around through thick & thin.

Want me more than she wants him.

We could live together but, not in sin.

I just want her to want to stay.

In the past she must have been burned.

It hurt her enough she won’t return.

Won’t commit to that kind of love again.

Will this nightmare ever come to an end?

I have poured out my heart to her.

The day I hurt her will never occur.

I just pray and wait for the day.

The day she will want to stay..

—-I just want her to stay!!———————R. W. Johnson—–(2012)

Misery Without Company

Misery Without Company

Since you left I am hurting in every way.

The hole you left in my heart is filled with tears.

A pool for sorrows to swim in each day.

Enough misery to last me through the years.

If you would flip through the pages of my heart

you would find you fill up every page.

When you got to where you tore it apart,

I have tried to mend it with rapid age.

I have aged a year for each day you’re gone.

I should have emotions filled with rage.

God only knows how much longer I can go on.

I just have the feeling of betrayal, no rage.

Also enough sorrow to last me forever.

The sun doesn’t shine for me anymore.

I see nothing but, wet, rainy weather.

I feel too depressed to go to the store.

I am losing weight for lack of food.

I have no appetite to even eat.

I know it all sounds so crude.

It is the result of a heart of raw meat.

You’ve kicked it, ripped it, made it bled.

You’ve stomped it, romped on it,

drug it around like animal feed.

Yet, I hold onto the hope you will miss it.

You will take me back once more.

You will give me one more chance.

You will come knocking at my door.

Your rejection spears me like a lance.

I will go on crying, dying, a little more each day.

Always feeling that I can’t go on.

Always hoping that you will see a way

To return to me and we will bond.————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Bridge Over Muddy Water

Bridge Over Muddy Water

“Spring water———-Crystal clear.”

She heard him say whenever she was near.

To her it all seemed rather unclear.

One day she asked him to explain.

He said “Muddy water causes such pain.”

“Sometimes it can drive a person insane.”

When she heard this it was a shock.

She had never given it much thought.

But, as she thought, she began to plot.

There has to be a way around

this crystal clear spring water sound.

A bridge is the way she found.

A bridge of friendship kindled right.

Always keep the relationship tight.

The light at the end of the road is bright.

But, it’s easy to lose your way.

Into the cool water, you’ll want to play.

Whether at night, or even day.

Then the water turns muddy.

The relationship gets real cruddy.

You could end up with both all bloody.

—————————————————-R. W. Johnson—-(1999)

Truthful Lies

Sometimes I wonder,

as I gaze into your eyes.

Could you be thinking

that my heart is full of lies?

You seem to doubt me

when I’m whispering to you

my inner feelings

that are only just for you.

Sometimes I blunder,

but, I am not telling lies.

Still, you’re not believing.

I can tell it in your eyes.

I want to tell you

what I’m feeling deep inside.

It’s overwhelming,

as I lay there by your side.

I say “I love you.”

You say you don’t think so.

I ask you “Why?”

You say I ought to know.

Why must it always

be the same old show?

I say “I love you.”

But, you don’t think so.

Sometimes like thunder

passion beats within my thighs.

I try to fool you.

But, I wear a thin disguise.

My feeble efforts

quickly make me realize.

A woman’s needs

Are much different than a guy’s.

Sometimes I wonder,

as I gaze into your eyes.

What is your meaning

when you say that I’m not wise?

I try to tell you,

but, it never comes out right.

It always seems

such efforts start a fight.

I say “I love you.”

You say you don’t think so.

I ask you “Why?”

You say I ought to know.

Why must it always

be the same old show?

I say “I love you.”

But, you don’t think so.——————R. W. Johnson—–(1994)

Missing Someone You Don’t Even Know

Missing Someone You Don’t Even Know

I been feeling kinda funny all day.

I feel like I have something to say.

Yet, there is no one here to talk to.

So I just ignore it like I usually do.

I often dream of the perfect girl.

Someone who always gives me a thrill.

I dream she is always here with me.

It seems so real, I want her to be.

Then I realize what is happening with me.

How can you miss someone you don’t even know?

Someone you haven’t had a chance to see.

Someone I hope to meet at a future time

A girl who will end my loneliness & set me free.

But, she is just a product of my mind.

Still, I miss her down to my very soul.

Will the day come when she will be a part of me?

I have lived alone for a number of years.

I’ve dated a lot of girls, remembering through my tears.

Nothing would last. They were slip sliding away.

I often found myself on my knees to pray.

I would pray and dream of the perfect girl.

One that would give my heart a whirl.

A girl who loved to have fun together.

Yet, would stick with me through any weather.

Then I realized what was happening to me.

How can you miss someone you don’t even know?

Someone you haven’t had a chance to see.

Someone I hope to meet at a future time.

A girl who will end my loneliness & set me free.

But, she is just a product of my mind.

Still, I miss her down to my very soul.

Will the day come when she will be a part of me??

I go about my usual evening at home.

Have dinner, watch a little TV, eat a scone.

Sometimes I will hear the phone ring.

A friend, a solicitor, or some other thing.

Then I am thinking about her once again.

I miss her more than a real close friend.

Living without her is no life at all.

Yet, in my mind she is at my call.

Then I realize what is happening to me.

How can you miss someone you don’t even know?

Someone you haven’t had a chance to see.

someone I hope to meet at a future time.

A girl who will end my loneliness & set me free.

But, she is just a product of my mind.

Still, I miss her down to my very soul.

Will the day come when she will be a part of me??

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

Too Busy To Smell The Roses

Too Busy To Smell The Roses

I came home tired after another grueling day.

No wife to meet me saying she wanted to play.

Where could she have gone today?

Maybe to another who has more time to play?

I want to tell you life is getting me down.

I feel more like a doormat than a clown.

At work, my life is a living hell.

At home no one is here to ring my bell.

I try my best on all the fronts.

I haven’t been happy for months and months.

My wife comes home & says she was shopping.

She doesn’t come in with anything. She’s not talking.

I flop down with the remote and my paper.

Go through the motions of watching the Lakers.

After dinner I suggest a movie.

Of course, the answer is anything but groovy.

She’s too tired from being out all day.

What she was doing she just would not say.

I want to tell you life is getting me down.

I feel more like a doormat than a clown.

At work, my life is a living hell.

At home, no one is here to ring my bell.

I try my best on all the fronts.

I haven’t been happy for months & months.

I mention I have a vacation coming soon.

I say I can get three weeks off in June.

she just grunts, but doesn’t respond.

The silence that follows just cannot go on.

“What has happened to us?” I lament.

“This is not how marriage was meant!”

“What happened to the fire & desire?”

“I feel I’m walking on a tightrope wire.”

I want to tell you life is getting me down.

I feel more like a doormat than a clown.

At work, my life is a living hell.

At home, no one is here to ring my bell.

I try my best on all the fronts.

I haven’t been happy for months & months.

“You’re not the same’, she suddenly said.

“You’re always busy trying to get ahead.”

“My love for you died, mostly from neglect.”

“Someone else now has my love & respect.”

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

Her Love For Me Never Dies

Her Love For Me Never Dies

I’m on the road the biggest part of the year.

On a tour of one night stands.

I play and sing my songs as people cheer.

The standing ovations are so grand.

Then it’s back to the hotel to spend the night.

Then on the road again the next day.

The planes, trains, rented cars & all the sights.

It makes me so exhausted, come what may.

I come alive when on the stage.

Singing my songs to everyone.

But, at night , I’m so alone & afraid

that she’ll still be there as I carry on.

And her love for me never dies.

I come into town with my suitcase on my shoulder.

My guitar in hand as a taxi , I flag down.

I give directions as to where to pull over.

A place where I can finally put my burdens down.

Her home is up in Los Hadical.

She has a great view of the city.

The view looks almost magical,

in the mornings, when it’s misty.

I knock upon her door & she answers right away.

She jumps into my arms like I was a long lost friend.

She always greets me like this after I’ve been away.

Then, our time apart would instantly mend.

And her love for me never dies.

She is home most of the time.

She makes her living as a writer.

She writes about mystery & crime.

Of course, she’s my favorite writer.

She is high spirited and has an open mind.

We met at one of her book signings.

She recognized me & was oh, so kind.

She listens to my music when she is unwinding.

From that, things developed till now.

Her door is always open to me.

I feel I couldn’t unwind somehow

without her sweetness surrounding me.

And her love for me never dies.

In the evening, I relax upon her couch

and feel her fingers feather soft upon me.

Too long on the road makes me a grouch.

she puts me back together. It’s all for me.

She makes coffee in the morning. Always fresh ground.

Such a lovely sight to see.

Her hair hangs loose. Her robe wrapped loosely around.

She looks so beautiful to me.

We have a week together which goes by way too fast.

I sing a song I wrote that was especially for her.

She was as excited as a kid hoping Christmas will last.

We are lost in each other’s world. Her in mine & I in hers.

And her love for me never dies.

I have never asked her to marry me.

I have often wondered why?

Just not enough time off the road, you see,

to make a commitment try.

Soon the time has come to leave.

A tear rolls down her cheek

She never once has tried to plead.

I get in the taxi looking meek.

She says she will be there when I come again.

I smile and say I am praying for it.

Then off to the one night stands again.

My heart stays with her without regret.

And her love for me never dies.

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

Contemplating

Contemplating

Thinking back, my life is quite a story.

I’ve had lots of girls & small town glories.

I never found my soul mate.

Even though, I’ve had tons of dates.

In high school I was considered a good catch.

A football star with good looks to match.

I played the field and loved it all.

Be they tall or be they small.

In my twenty’s I was in a bar.

With my buddy, we drove his car.

We picked up two girls that night.

What a time. It was out of sight.

I’ve dated friends of friends & others.

I would’ve chosen different if I had my druthers.

A few relationships got serious & lasted awhile.

In the long run I have to smile.

They didn’t work out for this reason or that.

It wasn’t always me that was the rat.

Some have said look inward & I will see.

The problem here lies within me.

Thinking back in retrospect.

That wasn’t always true. What did they expect?

Now that I am older and set in my ways

you would think I could find a match someday.

I’m pretty much an independent guy.

I often speak up. I’m not too shy.

I am not sure I want to be tied down.

Though, I think I have both feet on the ground.

Maybe it’s a fear of giving up control?

Now, I am the man, wherever I go.

Some say I fear the commitment it takes.

Am I afraid I will make mistakes?

Whatever the cause, here I am, single.

I still get the urge to mingle.

But, I think I’m destined to be a bachelor.

Not because I couldn’t catch her.

I hate to be hurt or to hurt others.

Too much emotion smoothers.

Here lies the root of the problem.

Best to keep it casual. Don’t crowd them.

That way no one gets hurt in the end.

I don’t want a lover, I want a friend.

Too bad there wasn’t some way to have both.

Maybe there is. I can’t give up hope.———R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Fool Me Once, It’s On Me

Fool me once, it’s on me

It was just an any old kind of day.

The kind that comes & slips away.

The kind that fills up easy my lifetime.

I was thinking I’m not so smart.

I wouldn’t have this broken heart.

If I only stopped it at the right time.

She came on like a burst of fresh air.

The smell of Lavender in her hair.

Something totally new to this shy guy.

She woke up emotions deep inside.

My heart went along for the ride.

It melted when she called me “My guy.”

Gradually, one thing led to another.

Then I introduced her to my brother.

Something I knew I shouldn’t have done.

It seems it was hardly any time

she was saying that “He was mine.”

That put an end to me being ‘the one.’

Brotherly love only goes so far.

It was too late to raise the bar.

He no longer comes around .

If he did, I might just snap.

Built up anger is where I’m at.

Brotherly love can no longer be found.

So, it’s just an any old kind of day.

The kind that comes & slips away.

The kind that fills up easy my lifetime.

I’ll suffer with a broken heart.

The next time I will be smart.

being such a sap is quite a crime.————–R. W. Johnson—–(2013)