Life Lessons – Page 27 – Word Smith Wisdom

Shattered Love

To see you standing with him there
was almost more than I could bare.
We had something not long ago.
This hurt me more than you could know.
I cried my eyes out over you.
The night you told me we were through.
He is probably the reason why.
Remembering, I feel like I could die.
I have heard you call him your soulmate.
He was ‘the one’ after only one date.
That doesn’t say a lot for me.
I tried for months to make you see.
We were soulmates, but not so for you.
I wondered what else could I do?
It seems my love was all in vain.
To you it was only just a game.
I had no hint you felt this way.
Until the night of that awful day.
The emotional pain is so extreme,
I feel like all I can do is scream.
Some friends say I should beat his ass.
But, that would show very little class.
I guess all I can do is find another.
Hard to do with my heart in the gutter.
Wounds from love are slow to heal.
The scars remain as part of the deal.
Trust issues will still remain.
Makes it hard for an honest game.
But, if I can find someone who is true.
I will cherish her more than I did you.

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Remember Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is a special day.
It is fun in every way.
A gathering of family and friends.
How much you eat all depends.
Normally it will be a lot.
The food is yummy. It’s the tops.
You can watch movies or just chat.
Sometimes a game is where it’s at.
Enjoy all the brotherly love.
Give thanks to God above.
Not everyone will have it so good.
Pray for our soldiers, if you would.
Pray for the homeless and others.
Also small children and their mothers.
Remember the pilgrims and their times.
Pray for peace and decrease of crimes.
It is a time to enjoy one another.
Treat them all like your long lost brother.
Pig out, if you so desire.
Then, take steps to be admired.
Help with cleanup and other chores.
Never lay around and say you’re bored.
This is a time to give thanks.
If you are healthy and well, give thanks.
Never bitch and complain.
All other days, you can do the same.
Make Thanksgiving a day to remember.
Then, plan for the next one in December.

—————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Decision Time

Sunrise. What will it bring?
More sad news & everything?
How much longer can it go on?
It will end before too long.

Sonrise. It is time for you.
Time to do the thing you do.
Work your magic & save.
Save all who follow The Way.

The comparison is not close.
One has little. The other the most.
Deception is the way of one.
Truth is the way the other is done.

One is black. The other is white.
One is darkness. The other is light.
One is the way to eternity.
The other can no longer be.

The choice is simple, you see.
Choose the sonrise to be free.
Or, choose the dusk & the dark.
Your end will be as a spark.

You will burn till all is consumed.
Better run. Get on your broom.
Even a witches brew can’t save you.
You will burn till you are threw.

——————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

‘Black Friday’ Fanatics

A cold, cold wind was coming out of the North.
It was freezing anyone who would go forth.
Yet, into that ,soon to be, blizzard we would go.
If we would live or not, we did not know.
The rivers were solidly frozen over.
The mountain passes had snow to your shoulder.
We had snowshoes. We prayed it was enough.
To fall into a crevasse would be real tough.
We all hooked together with a rope.
If one of us would fall there was little hope.
We traveled during the meager light.
We buried ourselves in snow caves at night.
We were popsicles by the time we got there.
So cold that we couldn’t feel the air.
But, we managed to arrive in time.
We were the very first in line.
The ‘Black Friday’ sale started in the morning.
Soon, many more showed up without warning.
But, we were first so we could get the best.
I say to hell with all the rest.

————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Way It Is

We were all just young kids.
Trying to find our way as we live.
Some of us went the wrong path.
Led astray while others laugh.
Some of us made our own way.
We survived to this very day.
It wasn’t easy for our lot.
We went to ‘the school of hard knocks.’
That was where we learned most things.
The lessons were felt, but rarely seen.
They made us the men we are today.
Independent and wise in our ways.
Parental guidance was a help.
If not sheltered, like a whelp.
We were allowed to make mistakes.
From this we learned what it takes.
Life is hard. We needed coping skills.
We learned these along with the ills.
We learned to respect the law.
We knew hard work, & that ain’t all.
Respect for others was a plus.
Others would then look out for us.
Do your part, others can’t or won’t.
Be drawn to the do’s, avoid the don’ts.
Be a man. Always tell the truth.
Be kind and courteous. Never uncouth.
Try not to be too judgmental.
Other’s survival was not sentimental.
They are who they are from their past.
Their experiences back then still last.
The results are who they are.
Give thanks that we have come so far.
A lifetime has made me and made you.
Don’t waste it by acting the fool.
Use it all to improve yourself.
Others will be blessed. It will be felt.
Thank your parents and thank God.
You are surviving with their nod.
Now, make them proud of you.
Continue to grow in every venue.
Someone all will look up to.
It’s in the cards for me and you.

———————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Plain Jane Has Much To Gain

Here we go again today.
You are friendly in every way.
You are sliding right up to me.
Is there something I can’t see?

Why would you be interested in me?
I am as common as can be.
Boys normally look the other way.
Do you think I want to play?

Sorry buddy, I’m not that kind.
I have other things on my mind.
I don’t play those nasty games.
Do you think that I’m insane?

You say no. You’re not after that.
Then, just tell me where it’s at.
What is it you see in me?
I’m no catch, as you can see.

You say to look further down the line.
You say I have a beautiful mind.
I’m smart enough to see the truth.
You are not trying to be uncouth.

You want someone to cuddle to.
Someone who will appreciate you.
Someone who will always be true.
You say I can see that person is you.

You have been snubbed by girls
Despite their beauty and their curls.
You hope I will not be the same.
You don’t care that I am plain.

No, you don’t think I am desperate.
You hope I won’t tell you to rest it.
You say: “I’d like to make it with you.”
I think: ‘I’m the one he’s talking to.’

I must admit,—- I am befuddled.
Just the thought: ‘you want to cuddle.’
This has never happened to me.
I’ll give in a little and we will see.

———————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Free Help Shot Down

I made a discovery that would help all.
It was worth money if I made a call.
But, I said no. All should see this.
The internet was a way that won’t miss.
It will be different than other ads.
Nothing to sell, just information to add.
Tell how to activate your central core.
A series of exercises and no more.
Those who followed this got results.
In no time, my presentation denotes,
that this information is in demand.
The hits were astronomical, man!!
The message will give you a 6 pak.
You’ll be slim, your belly flat.
Just 8 minutes, 3 times a week.
Results are fast if you meet
each goal that is made clear.
You have absolutely nothing to fear.
There is no charge. It is free.
I want the best for you, you see.

Very soon, the pressure came down.
“Shut down your web site, you clown.”
Diet companies and related businesses.
They would lose millions if I persisted.
They said I would do jail time.
They would take everything that is mine.
What has happened to the American way?
I guess it doesn’t exist today.
Everything is geared to money.
Those who control it are not funny.
Never threaten their way of life.
They might stop you with a knife.
For those who didn’t download my web,
It is too late now. I stop or I’m dead.
I don’t want anyone to have a belly.
Especially if you tried till you are silly
just to reduce the size of your gut.
I know you feel you are in a rut.
But, I am now barred from helping anyone
until the day of kingdom come.
Hopefully, enough of you have copies of it .
Share with others. Let them have a fit.
There is little freedom, really, today.
So make the most of it in every way.

——————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

A Mystery To Me

She is always a mystery to me.
I often wonder? How can it be?
The fact she stays by my side.
Sometimes my brain is fried.
Yet, she takes it all in stride.
Thank God, I have never lied.
I have been faithful to the end.
She is much more than a friend.
She knows, no matter what.
I will always be true. What luck.
She is always a mystery to me.
She has what it takes, you see.
She could do way better than me.
Yet, she says with me she is free.
She is faithful, without question.
She won’t go in a different direction.
She says I make her laugh a lot.
I am so glad she tied the knot.
She says there is more to this.
I am a prize she couldn’t miss.
She is always a mystery to me.
I ask “What do you see?”
I am down on one knee.
“My love is kneeling to me.”
She always says things like that.
I always know just where I’m at.
She make me feel better than I am.
I know,—- for I am the man.
I know I have many short comings.
But, with her, I don’t need re-plumbing.
Yet, she is always a mystery to me.

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Country Life

It’s a country life for me.
Just that feeling of being free.
A walk to lower your stress.
Country smells do the rest.
All the sights help you too.
Nature will feel close to you.
Breathe that clean country air.
Birds are singing everywhere.
Neighbors are friendly as can be.
You’re treated like kinfolk. Wait & see.
Walk through fields of wheat.
Eat fresh food. All you can eat.
Take a hike in the woods.
Butterflies will kiss you, if they could.
Go fishing in lake or stream.
Life is as peaceful as it seems.
It’s a great place to raise your kids.
You won’t nut up and flip your lid.
There is no smog to choke you up.
Go outside & play with your mutt.
Ride your bike to the swimming hole.
Life here is fun. Just take it slow.
Enjoy all these gifts from God.
There are no weirdo’s, looking odd.
Once you’re here and settled in,
you will be happy. Bring a friend.

———————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

No Help Coming

I was targeted by someone.
Or, maybe, it was by something.
My internet access is no more.
I threw my phone out the door.
All electronics won’t work.
I don’t think it is a quirk.
No one else is affected so.
I don’t know where to go?
I called the power company for help.
They said: “All is o.k.” I said: “ See YELP.”
I gave them a nasty review.
My girl said: “Someone is coming for you.”
“They have white coats & a butterfly net.”
I said: “I have not gone crazy yet.”
Someone has destroyed my life.
Wiped out all credit and the like.
No more bank records. I am broke.
Fired from work for a fictitious note.
I can’t buy gas. I can’t buy food.
Nothing will improve my mood.
Did the government do all this?
Soon, they will tell you when to piss.
I have to figure this mess out.
I might be becoming psychotic, no doubt.
It won’t help to maim and murder.
I’d go to jail before it went further.
At least there I have 3 hots and a cot.
Is that better than this mess? Or not?

I’m in the soup line on skid row.
I have nowhere else to go.
Waiting to get in a homeless shelter.
It is hot and I’m in a swelter.
I can’t find work. I need references.
I no longer exist on internet, my guess is.
I am an invisible man without a country.
I feel like hanging myself from some tree.
What has happened to ‘the American way?’
Somehow I have gone astray.
I have been cut down in my prime.
I might as well be doing time.
There seems to be no way out for me.
So much for ‘the land of the free.’

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)