Life Lessons – Page 37 – Word Smith Wisdom

Time Running Out

Time Running Out

“Look at this world”, He cried in vain.

“This place is really in need of a change.”

“Tear it down. Start all over again.”

“Like Tobacco Row. It’s filled with sin.”

So went the meeting in heaven.

Angels reporting on all the sin.

The Trinity trying to cope with it all.

They knew, from the start, it would fall.

Meanwhile, on earth, the lovers talked.

Made future plans while they walked.

They thought they had heaven on earth.

They were blind to corruption from birth.

It never dawned on them how bad it was.

They didn’t know about heaven above.

About the war between God & Satan.

The universe watching because it hates sin.

But, The Holy Spirit strived with their hearts.

They wanted more than just to not part.

They felt something was missing in their lives.

One day they went to church and came alive.

Their eyes were opened to the world around.

They were astounded at what they found.

Soon, they gave their hearts to the Lord.

They spread the Word to all their hoard.

Heaven rejoices over even one saved.

In the balances, they are weighed.

The Trinity doesn’t give up hope.

“Hold the winds of strife,” they spoke.

So, time goes on just a little longer.

Time for each of us to grow stronger.

Stronger in our faith in God.

To choose. Choosing life is not odd.—-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Outdoor Girl

The Outdoor Girl

I have walked on the beach at the sea.

Remember when you walked with me?

I have hiked on the mountain trails.

That was where we heard the wails.

We were hiking for the day.

We went up the canyon way.

At the spot the wails were heard.

A sign there said “The Devil’s Herd”.

The wind makes the sound right there.

Blowing through the canyon, bare.

I have taken desert trips.

You missed out on some of this.

I hiked into Mystery Lakes.

You came to, we had what it takes.

It was not an easy trip.

It was about as rugged as it can get.

We have gone to Canada to hike.

Glacier Park was a real sight.

We have hiked the Pacific Coast Crest.

From Wa. to Ca., that was the best.

We have swam in mountain lakes.

Cold enough to freeze your aches.

We enjoyed all we did together.

We did it in almost all kinds of weather.

We shared this interest in life.

A good way to get rid of stress & strife.

We did many other things too.

Life was good for me and you.

How is it then that you left me?

For a city slicker who is never free.

She is always busy with her work.

She seems to only have time to smirk.

She is not the outdoor type.

You’re stuck with this the rest of your life?

Where is the justice in this world?

A new beginning, I would herald.

But, what’s over is over & done.

Yes, while it lasted, it was fun.

I guess I will kiss the past goodbye.

And find myself some other guy.—–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

A Way Out

A Way Out

I’m going down. Buried deep in thought.

I keep thinking; ‘What have we wrought?’

What does man think he is doing?

All the fighting, killing, and undoing.

As we sink deeper into the cesspool of life.

Do we ever think about the pain and strife?

Have we ever thought; ‘There has to be a better way.’

Do we ever have doubts at the end of each day?

Man is stubborn, arrogant, spiteful, and mean.

As a race we lack a lot, or so it would seem.

The whole thing just doesn’t make sense.

For man’s behavior, I have no defense.

The only answer that even comes close.

It’s in the Bible, so none can boast.

This earth and it’s race is cursed with sin.

We are ruled by powers that work from within.

Is there evil? If yes, then there is good.

Are we ever on the side that we should?

We are only pones in a universal game.

One between Satan and God so one can claim.

I was right all along. Stay with me where you belong.

We don’t have a lot to say about how to choose.

We have ‘free will’, but if we choose wrong, we lose.

We need the knowledge of what is really going on.

Without this, we can never be strong.

What are the rules to this universal game?

If we know, would we play our part the same?

Most likely not, or so the Bible says.

Yet, most will still chose wrong. Why? I guess

it is due to a lifetime of conditioning by sin.

But, choosing right is the only way to win.

Choosing wrong will put an end to it all.

Everyone will remember the fall.

But, if you chose wrong you are gone.

You won’t care if the world goes on.

All thought has ended for you.

Those who chose right will continue to

praise God for saving them for eternity.

The whole universe will benefit, you see.

Sin will never raise again. We can be assured.

Do your part and follow The Word.

————————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Recovery Form Being Dumped

Recovery From Being Dumped

One man is mad, another cries.

One is vengeful, another lost.

One loves her so & really tries.

Another will get even at any cost.

The man who is dumped hurts deeply inside.

He may only show anger in his response.

Or, he may be so distraught he loses pride.

He may show nothing as a response.

But, deep down, the loss is felt.

Another scar on the heart.

It may not leave a visible welt.

But, his emotions are torn apart.

It hurts any man’s pride.

It is worse than a slap in the face.

You feel rejected. You can’t hide.

You are dejected and in disgrace

It is hard to recover without scars.

It will affect all further relations.

Someone you know or met in a bar.

A suffering self image affects elation.

Life is an emotional roller coaster landing.

To survive the ride & come out on top.

Takes great insight and understanding.

Both on your part and hers. Never stop.

Put every effort into every relationship.

Try to understand the others views.

Life is a learning situation trip.

Get the lesson right & it is great news.

————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Contemplating Love

Contemplating Love

Walking by the sea alone.

Kicking up sand & little stones.

Contemplating my own love life.

Mostly, it is heartache & strife.

I find a large spiral shell.

I listen to it & hear the swell.

It sounds just like the sea.

Then, I think of your love for me.

They say nothing lasts forever.

Yet, it could be a whole lot better.

I wonder where it went astray?

My mind wanders to another day.

Another place, another time.

A time where you are always mine.

A place where all that we do

is done to show our love is true.

Such a place is called paradise.

A place where everything is nice.

It seems it only exists in the mind.

There, it is safe, all of the time.

If possible, I would go there with you.

Then all my dreams would come true.

Our love would become as one.

We would have an eternity of fun.

Anything we did or anywhere we went

would bring more joy than peppermint.

Our lives would go down in history.

The “Book Of Love” would be you & me.

Day dreams; a great form of escape.

A way out of reality’s fate.

But, then, it all comes to an end.

The sun goes down & the wind comes up.

The beach is nothing but a deserted cup.

Something to hold my tears of sorrow.

I sit here & cry, thinking of tomorrow.

I drive home, trying to think of a way.

A way to bring you to paradise for the day.

Let that day stretch into years.

No more sorrow, no more tears.

Just you and me, making history.

It will happen dear, if you’ll just stick with me.

———————————————R. W. Johnson—–2015)

She Said “Yes!!”

She Said Yes!!

The coffee is sweet.

It is such a treat.

On this dreary Sunday morning.

I check the time.

Everything is fine.

On this dreary Sunday morning.

You should arrive.

It’s no surprise.

On this dreary Sunday morning.

You come here nearly every day.

To have coffee & be on your way.

I am hoping this time you’ll stay.

I have something I want to say.

Will you accept this ring today?

If you won’t—- I’ll go away.

I’ll find some other game to play.

You arrive on time.

Everything is fine.

On this dreary Sunday morning.

You are surprised.

It’s in your eyes.

On this dreary Sunday morning.

You see the ring.

It is a special thing.

You say “Yes!!” My heart sings.

On this bright and happy Sunday morning.

——————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Edict Of Depression

The Edict Of Depression

Saturday and Sunday has blurred into one.

I spent time in a bar, walking the streets,

or in my small, one room flat, drinking rum.

I hardly remember what I had to eat.

I cannot recall the point where I became

the person who lives here in this existence.

Not sending Christmas or birthday cards is lame.

I become exhausted instead of tired, without resistance.

Things rarely start & stop at identifiable points.

Life tends to shade from one state to another.

To evolve, then dissolve, to grow like moving joints,

then fade & fall away—- like all others.

Books and poems with their words hide this.

With their quantized approach to reality.

With their pretence that emotional starts & stops exist.

That you can be in one state, then another, callously

refers to a life that is in one continual flux.

Yet, it all blends together, like a mental storm.

Nothing stays with me, except my tortured gut.

This is a perpetual hell into which I was born.

Alcohol just rounds off the sharp edges.

Things roll along easier when one is blotto.

I never give money or make any pledges.

Just to half-heartedly ‘ maintain,’ is my motto.

Nothing to look forward to. The past is a blur.

I live in an existence that is like a fog.

Don’t ask me where I’m going, I’m not sure.

I pass out each night and sleep like a log.

In the morning, nothing has changed.

No one is concerned.— No one cares.

I guess there is no one else to blame.

Loneliness is a state that is impossible to share.

———————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Long Enduring Love

Long Enduring Love

Coming into town on the afternoon train.

I hope this long trip is not in vain.

I have been gone for way too long.

I know its been eons I have been gone.

The shadows from trees flash across my face

as I contemplate going back to the place.

Back to where and when it all started.

I often wish we had never parted.

Yet, I had to leave for the reasons you know.

You said you would wait through sleet and snow.

It has taken much longer than expected.

My letters to you were never neglected.

But, lately, responses have been fewer.

I am nervous, thinking that you flew.

Our romance, put on hold too long.

Till, eventually, another came along.

The train is finally slowing in its approach.

I am praying I am not met with reproach.

Passengers unload and then it’s my turn.

I can feel my stomach began to churn.

I step down and you fly into my arms.

All kisses and tears and all your charms.

I am overwhelmed with joy and tears.

I hold you like I won’t let go for years.

I will never be going away again.

It is over. I am staying until the end.

We have a lot to catch up on.

But, we have time. Now is our song.

———————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Love Finally Found

Love Finally Found

I’m on the road to never, never land.

I have to find out who I really am.

I’ve searched the whole world over.

Yet, I never found my 4 leaf clover.

My sweet honey suckle companion.

The one who I will meet at land’s end.

Once she is found, I will settle down.

With no one but her around.

Until then, I travel on day to day.

Stumbling along. Trying to find my way.

The ins & outs of relationships

can be a rocky road leading only to friendships.

I must dive deeper into the human gene pool.

Scuba diving for a pearl in the blue.

One more precious than life itself.

I will never just set it on the shelf.

She will be the world to me.

Can anyone be her, I plea?

There is so much to learn and do.

Yet, I must continue on, to get to you.

There is never an easy way.

I learn that lesson every day.

Stubborn persistence finally paid off.

I found her one day, up in the loft.

A farm girl, with the charms of forever.

Left me standing out in the wet weather.

After the shock wore off, I explained.

She smiled and made it very plain.

She did things the old fashioned way.

A fellow would have to court her every day.

This I did with great exuberance.

I hoped that this would move her hence.

It worked like a charm. Now, we are one.

Now, the fun has really begun.

———————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Rebound Love?

Rebound Love?

Here we are, talking together again.

Are you looking for more than a friend?

You say yes, but then there’s her.

You have to get yourself free, for sure.

You want my help with this.

I want to punch her with my fist.

You say you want her out of your heart.

You want to try to make a new start.

She controlled all you did and thought.

You can’t discuss the misery she brought.

Seems you could easily forget her.

Achieving this, you’re not so sure.

Talk about your mind manipulation.

She is totally a new revelation.

I love you and want to be with you.

I just want you to be true.

I’m everything a guy could want,

but I’m not her. That’s not a taunt.

I am me and you are you.

Together, we can be two.

If we run into her, make a stand.

I think it will be time to hold my hand.

Turn and walk away with me.

The reaction, you will see.

Soon, she will be out of your heart.

From then on, we will never part.—R. W. Johnson—–(2015)