Romance – Page 35 – Word Smith Wisdom

Made Complete

Made Complete

On my way to another town.

Nice and quiet. No one around.

Why travel on I’m often asked?

Am I running from my past?

No, I’m not comfortable settling down.

It’s like asking a kid why he likes clowns.

I have a space to fill in my heart.

One that starts yearning when were apart.

I keep coming back time and again.

Never sure if you’ll let me in.

You always do and accept how it is.

You always welcome me with a kiss.

I’ve been thinking more of settling down.

I kind of like this little town.

Lately, I’ve begun to see.

You fill that space in my heart for me.

I have been a rover for years.

Sometimes, I left someone in tears.

Never thought of looking back.

Always following a different track.

But, something different has happened here.

Mostly, it happens when you are near.

You never judge or push an issue.

When I leave you don’t grab a tissue.

You accept me as I am.

To you I am more than a friend.

There is a change going on in me.

Something is coming to light, you see.

I think I have been searching all along.

Looking for someone with whom I can bond.

You complete me in every way.

I think this time I’m gonna stay.—————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Go Tell It In The Valley

Go Tell It In The Valley

We met in the valley far below.

It was as far as I could go.

I wished to see you once again.

To me you were much more than a friend.

You came to the mountain high above.

You came just to see your love.

Music played & the trees kept time.

Then I knew that you were mine.

From the valley far below

came the one to whom I bestow

all the powers that are mine.

May you stay till the end of time.

I left the mountain only once.

I met you as I ate my lunch.

I was guided to your side

by this power that is deep inside.

You were attracted immediately.

Like I was all that you could see.

We only had a short time together.

It was long enough, it couldn’t get better.

You came to the mountain high above.

You came just to see your love.

Music played and the trees kept time.

Then I knew that you were mine.

From the valley far below

came the one to whom I bestow

all the powers that are mine.

May you stay till the end of time.

The mountain is a place of sacred power.

A place to worship in the early hours.

A mighty gift has been given to me.

I share it with you & set you free.

The two of us become as one.

We strive together till day is done.

We work toward that special day.

When we will go forth, as we pray. ———–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Wedding Bells Are Ringing

Wedding Bells Are Ringing.

Wedding bells are ringing.

They sound so clear.

I think they’re singing

wish you were here.

That will not happen.

I am not the man.

Nor am I the Chaplin

or the best man.

It should have been ours.

I did all I could.

But, you liked his car

when no one else would.

Look at the heart.

I win hands down.

Now that we’re apart

there’s a new kid in town.

He doesn’t love you.

To him it’s a game.

You’re just a prized jewel.

His current flame.

No long time commitment.

He won’t go that far.

Pre marital equipment.

He will keep his car.

Why can’t you see

what is happening here?

He will set you free.

I would have kept you near.

The time will come

when he moves on.

Your time will be done.

He’ll have a new fawn.

But, I will be there

to take your hand.

To help you to bear

the grave in the sand.

Buried, will be your love

under the sand castles you built.

I will dig you up for love.

I will nourish you so you won’t wilt.

Then maybe you will see

the real love is one like mine.

A love that is there for thee.

Not just for show but, eternity..—————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Starting Over

Starting Over

I know you’re sorry for the whole thing now.

You want to make it up to me somehow.

But, I’ve moved on to greener pastures.

I wish I could have gotten away faster.

I seem to be floating, searching everywhere.

For a love that won’t rip out my hair.

The last adventure didn’t end well.

How it happened,—- I won’t tell.

You want to come back once again.

Start all over but, I can’t pretend.

That nothing happened, when it did.

Though a mistake, who can we kid.

The results destroyed all trust.

There is no way to restore ‘us’.

I’ve moved on to better things.

I opened up to a life that swings.

No guilt involved because it’s all new.

There is no more me and you.

I hope to find one I can trust.

Make up for the both of us.

Have a life of love & devotion.

Free from all the commotion.

You want to come back once again.

Start all over but, I can’t pretend.

That nothing happened, when it did.

Though a mistake, who can we kid.

The results destroyed all trust.

There is no way to restore ‘us’.

Time passes and nothing has changed.

The incident that ‘scared’ cannot be explained.

Yet, the hurt has mostly gone away.

This time I feel like I want you to stay.

The ‘swinging’ life didn’t work out so well.

I was happier before we went to hell.

Maybe we can start over again.

Maybe, this time, we will win.——————R W. Johnson—–(2014)

Mind Passages

Mind Passages

I feel down. I feel kind of blue.

I’m all alone with nothing to do.

My mind drifts back to a long time ago.

Back when I was young and on the go.

I remember the good times I had

with a certain girl. She was so rad.

She lived just up the street.

All memories of her are oh, so sweet.

I take those mind passages.

Back to a time I will never forget.

Mind passages.

They are memories I will never regret.

I have to go back—–.

To those mind passages.

I know she’s there. I have to get back.

I’ll take the next plane.

Back to where I know she’s at.

I often wonder if she thinks of me.

It’s been a long time. I had to be free.

I think maybe I made a mistake.

I didn’t realize I had my cake.

I thought there was time to kill.

Something better just over the hill.

In the end I realize my error.

My mistake was not to stay there.

I take those mind passages.

Back to a time I will never forget.

Mind passages.

They are memories I will never regret.

I have to go back—–.

To those mind passages.

I know she’s there. I have to get back.

I’ll take the next plane.

Back to where I know she’s at.

I wait and wonder, will she see me?

The plane lands soon, then we will see.

I left saying I would return.

Then waited too long. You’d think I would learn.

When I hit bottom, I knew what I’d lost.

My loss was colder than a winter’s frost.

Hindsight is always better than foresight.

I want her back with all of my might.

I take those mind passages.

Back to a time I will never forget.

Mind passages.

They are memories I will never regret.

I have to go back—–.

To those mind passages.

I know she’s there. I have to get back.

I’ll take the next plane.

Back to where I know she’s at.—————-R. W. Johnson—– (2012)

Fantasy In The Rain

Fantasy In The Rain

I saw her standing all alone.

Rain running down her hair.

It was enough to make me grown.

A single ray of sunlight lit up her skin so fair.

Revealing a beauty I’ve never known.

My mind retreated into a different place.

One filled with fantasies of her.

Every fantasy aglow with her lovely face.

Something deep inside told me it would never occur.

Still, I had to try, even if it meant failure & disgrace.

As I drew nearer, she came up to me.

She asked for directions to a certain café.

Shocked, I told her the easiest way it could be.

“Just follow me. I will show you the way.”

She said “Oh, you don’t have to do that for me.”

Before long, we arrived at the café.

I asked her if she would like a warm drink.

She said “I would but, I am waiting for someone. Is that ok?”

I said fine & bought her a coffee as black as ink.

I offered her some cream.—- What to say?

“Who are you waiting for. A relative?”

“My so called boyfriend, if he shows.”

“You mean to say he wouldn’t relish it?”

“Not anymore. You know how it goes.”

I told her I’m sorry. I almost yelled it.

We drank coffee & talked for an hour.

No sign of the boyfriend, nor a call.

I said “Let’s go to a movie” as I gave her a flower.

She was surprised but, agreed to it all.

This started a relationship that did not sour.

To make this story short, things worked out well.

We ended up becoming one for life.

I think things turned out really swell.

My fantasies are now real & are they bright!!

I found my fantasy in the rain. She really rang my bell.

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

Fever’s Not A Good Thing

Fever’s Not A Good Thing

I was touched by a fever of unknown source.

I was really hot and sweaty, of course.

Yet, I wasn’t sick. I felt better than ever.

I have felt this way since I met Heather.

Maybe she’s a carrier or something like that.

When I’m near her I can’t talk for crap.

Oh lordy, this can’t be happening to me.

I feel like something is crawling on me.

I’m just a hunk of burning love for sure.

I’m really worried there may not be a cure.

I haven’t a clue if she feels the same.

I don’t even know if she remembers my name.

The way I’ve been acting,— like a clown.

She doesn’t smile, doesn’t laugh, doesn’t even look around.

I just don’t know what else to do.

She needs to know a clown has feelings too.

I have to come up with a better scheme.

Or else I’ll be forced to split the scene.

A year has come & gone & I think I’m cured.

Heather is now mine, no matter how weird.

Only problem is she’s a PITA* most of the time.

Why in the world did I want her to be mine?

Now she is stuck on me like glue.

I really don’t know what I can do.

To hurt her feelings just wouldn’t be right.

I toss and turn worrying all through the night.

Fever isn’t always a good thing, as you can see.

Now I don’t see any way I can be free.

The answer is there. It’s just out of sight.

Though I may try with all of my might.

Then the idea hit me. There is my brother.

He is looking to hook up with another.

I wouldn’t wish her on anyone else.

But, my brother is an exception. He will belch.

He always does and it’s so crude.

He will be perfect for her mood.————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

*PITA is: Pain in the ass.

Scheming Ways

Scheming Ways

Every evening you come around with your cloak of lies.

Half-believing, I sit & listen as you offer up the prize.

Give up the act, my friend, I don’t think you’re worthy.

There is no way you can be an angel of mercy.

Imitations of the good life were your stock and trade.

Poor imitations, you run for cover as they start to fade.

You play the game well. You’ve got the knack.

With your hand in the till and a knife in my back.

You’re a space invader of my privacy.

A tricky trader in webs of fantasy.

Sorry, the bank is closed today.

Find another way to earn your pay.

You can never be an angel of mercy.

Your more like a robber, so curse thee.

You steal not only financial gain.

You steal hopes & dreams, only sorrow remains.

My door is closed to your scheming ways.

With you out of my life there will be better days.

You do not seem to see what you have done.

Some day you’ll wonder. Was I the one??—-R W. Johnson—–(2014)

She’s Come Undone

She’s Come Undone

Can you believe what she has done?

I loved her more than anyone.

Yet, she tried to reach the sun.

Now, —-she’s come undone.

She bought a one way ticket to memories past.

No one knows how long this will last.

For her, reality has slipped away.

I pray it will return again someday.

What was it she was searching for?

It was probably right here at her door.

She went too far. She touched the sun.

She’s come undone!!

She had this problem using drugs.

Psychedelic type, supplied by thugs.

She was trying more than to just get high.

She wanted to soar into the sky.

There wasn’t enough here for her.

She had enough love. That’s for sure.

Yet, not the answers she was seeking.

I’m not sure what she was thinking.

She bought a one way ticket to memories past.

No one knows how long this will last.

For her, reality has slipped away.

I pray it will return again someday.

What was it she was searching for?

It was probably right here at her door.

She went too far. She touched the sun.

She’s come undone!!

I look in her eyes. She isn’t there.

Wherever she is, I hope they care.

She searched for truth but, she went astray.

What she found was not a better way.

I pray to God she is led to Him.

He will guide her from this sin.

He is the truth, the way, and life.

Her search will end without any strife.

———————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

More Than Good Looks

More Than Good Looks

I remember the night clear as a bell.

The night we first got cozy enough to,— well—-.

The moment I removed my shirt for more.

Your smile fell straight to the floor.

Haven’t you seen a man like me before?

I didn’t mean to shock you to your core.

My body is covered with ugly scars.

More of them than there are stars.

I was tortured. That was my fate.

I was an undercover agent, mate.

No, despite it all, I didn’t talk.

So, in the end, they let me walk.

Thank God, they didn’t touch my private parts.

Or else I might have sang like a lark.

Why I was released, I have no idea.

They just turned me loose & said, “I’ll see ya.”

But, they won’t ever see me once more.

I quit the service as soon as I walked in the door.

I was hospitalized for weeks & nearly died.

They couldn’t tell if I was dead or alive.

Somehow I managed to pull through.

It was enough for me. I ain’t no fool.

It took you some time to get over the shock.

Other girls couldn’t and left me to rot.

Later, you accepted me for who I am.

I am more than good looks. I am a man.——R. W. Johnson—–(2014)