Category: Life Lessons

Things you learn as you go along the road of life.

Maturing Love

 

      Maturing Love

Love can be new.

Or, love can be old.

Will you stick like glue?

Would you be that bold?

If the love has aged,

it’s like a fine wine.

Good bouquet

developed over time.

But, first love must grow,

age, and mature.

It’s not how much you know.

It’s what you can assure.

When you can overlook faults.

or, other defects of character.

Then you can open the vaults.

Let that deeper love mature.

Each day that love will become richer.

It will fill all nooks and crannies.

No one will ever be a bitch here.

Your devotion & respect is dandy.

You have a partner to share all with.

Someone to be there for you.

Overall, this is a precious gift.

Connecting all, love being the glue.—–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

Searching For Love

 

      Searching For Love

I fall in love every day, just a little bit.

Always with someone new.

I have only been looking for a fit.

Someone perfect,—- just like you.

It sounds fickle and a little conceited.

But, you are getting the wrong idea.

You see, it’s not all completed.

My plans—- for when I see ya.

I need someone who thinks like me.

Someone who wants the best.

Someone who always thinks free.

That person will pass my test.

What kind of test is that, you ask?

The quest to find a soulmate.

To find a love that will last.

Not one who is crow bate.

Call me a little bit odd.

Eccentric, is a word I hear alot.

I want a love approved by God.

A love that will fill the spot.

The one left when I made a wrong choice.

My love was true, but hers failed.

The disaster that followed can’t be voiced.

That’s what started me down this trail.

I keep searching for that ‘special’ one.

I know others are searching too.

Once found, there is no end to fun.

Neither of us will feel like a fool.

It is only a matter of prayer and time.

The right door will be opened to me.

I have faith I always keep in mind.

Once it happens, then all will see.—–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Love In Vain

      Love In Vain

The table is set & dinner is ready.

The kids are staying with friends.

They are spending the night at Eddie’s.

I can’t wait for this evening to begin.

 

I patiently wait, but you don’t show.

This is our chance to make amends.

Another chance to make it a go.

To, finally be real,—- no pretends.

 

The dinner is being kept warm.

It is getting later by the hour.

My heart is slowly being torn.

It is wilting—- like a flower.

 

Must this night be ruined before it begins.

Like so many others before this.

This was going to be our time to make amends.

Instead, our relationship is sinking, like a ship.

I don’t want it to end this way.

I didn’t want it to end at all.

But, if you’ve found someone else for play.

I see the handwriting on the wall.

It looks like another night for my tears to fall.

 

It’s way too late. I put the dinner away.

I couldn’t eat.—- My heart wasn’t it.

I lie in bed, but I am wide awake.

My good mood is gone. I feel like s—t.

 

Finally, I hear you come in.

You slowly come up the stairs.

You smell of cigarettes and gin.

Tell your excuses to someone who cares.

 

I turn over and don’t say a thing.

You get undressed & slip into bed.

Soon, I hear your snores as they ring.

Then, the tears start falling from my head.

 

Must this night be ruined before it begins.

Like so many others before this.

This was going to be our time to make amends.

Instead, our relationship is sinking, like a ship.

I don’t want it to end this way.

I don’t want it to end at all.

But, if you’ve found someone else for play.

I see the handwriting on the wall.

It looks like another night my tears will fall.

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

 

 

 

The Mystery Of Schizophrenia

 

      The Mystery Of Schizophrenia

He was locked away in a padded room.

He just sat there in the gloom.

He did have outbursts in the past.

Now, he seems calm, at last.

The diagnosis is Schizophrenia, Undifferentiated.

Though a Psych diagnosis is highly overrated.

He is obviously in a world of his own.

Sometimes he will smile. Other times he will moan.

Mostly, he likes to be left alone.

Exactly what is going on in him is not known.

Sometimes he will eat, other times he must be fed.

He will usually use the floor as his bed.

Are there demons screaming in his head?

He is totally delusional, it is said.

They have tried Electro Convulsive Therapy.

The response is less than they want it to be.

Sometimes he talks, but it makes no sense.

Maybe it does where he went.

If you had the ability to read minds.

And you entered his, what would you find?

Would you want to come back out again?

Or, would you stay there within.

Would it be like entering the 7th level of hell?

Or, would it be an escape from this place we know well?

What has happened to him & why it does

is still a mystery that eludes us.

Some day we may open that door.

And the patient may say: “I don’t want to be here anymore.”

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

 

 

 

 

 

Tomorrow’s Game

Tomorrow’s Game

Tomorrow’s game will be done a different way.
There will be changes that are here to stay.
A I will require different rules.
Privacy is out. An automatic loose.
Androids, cyborgs, and humans too.
Will there be any chance for you?
Sex with a robot will be an extreme.
Much more pleasurable than it would seem.
Who says one life style is better than another?
Will a long black tube be your mother?
Someone of today’s mind thought won’t fit in.
It will be hard to tell what is and isn’t sin.
Science fiction is what you say.
Let’s hope you won’t live to see that day.——R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

No Man Is An Island

 

      No man Is An Island

Emotions are like a killer disease.

From the inside out, ripping you apart.

Destroying all that you are with ease.

It starts working first in the heart.

The seat of all your strong emotions.

Like love, desire, and admiration.

Nothing helps. No kind of lotions.

Nor, anything you do in desperation.

You are a rock. You are an island.

A rock feels no pain, & an island never cries.

Like the song by Paul Simon.

 

But, this also means he never tries.

The disease has reached his brain.

It is doing its deceitful work.

At this stage, he feels no pain.

He has totally withdrawn, like a jerk.

He can no longer function in society.

He has withdrawn all contact.

 

Don’t say you have your books

and poetry to protect you.

You should say you’re goose is cooked.

If what you say were really true,

you would not have a problem.

Man is meant to be a social animal.

Your soul is distorting, like a goblin.

Becoming a microbe, instead of a mammal.

You need to swallow your pride.

You need to harden your heart.

You need to go forth, a new man inside.

Time for you to make a new start.

—————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

 

Love That Brings Change

      Love That Brings Change

What does it mean when the sky turns brown?

When people’s smiles turn into a frown?

When birds stop singing and fly away?

When you get more angry with everything I say?

 

What does it mean when sweets are bitter?

When a winner soon becomes a quitter.?

When hot air balloon rides are no longer fun?

When we are back to where we have begun?

 

Why am I wrong to insist that I am right?

To scream & holler when all are uptight?

To act like an ass while in a museum?

To make everyone there feel like leaving?

 

Have I stepped over some unseen bounds?

Maybe, played the part of an insane clown?

Maybe came completely unglued?

Maybe, acted like a spoiled prude?

 

It seems I have done all this and more.

Now, I am no longer welcome at your door.

I have embarrassed you in front of your friends.

There is no quicker way to bring on an end.

 

What can I say and what can I do?

I am still madly in love with you.

I need a attitude adjustment and more.

Till I can no longer pick myself up off the floor.

 

Yet, it is a fact of life. Love brings heartache and strife.

Much of it brought on by my own actions in life.

I admit, I need to step back and take a look at myself.

Try to understand how other people have felt.

 

I love you with an undying love from the heart.

But, I sabotage it and rip it apart.

I am a winner who can never really win.

I will screw myself over before the end.

 

It is wise to learn from your mistakes.

I just hope and pray I am not too late.

It won’t be easy, but I will look in the mirror.

Then say “You will change, or die alone, I fear.”

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gone, But Not Forgotten

 

      Gone, But Not Forgotten

I thought the obituary surly lied.

How could Charlie have ever died?

I felt like crying, but tears wouldn’t come.

Way back, Charlie and I had so much fun.

 

Charlie was the kind of guy

who would take any dare, come do or die.

He did tons of crazy things.

Yet, he was never hurt. He earned his wings.

 

He had his way with the women too.

He scored with twice the girls as me & you.

He had a line that wouldn’t quit.

The women went for every bit of it.

 

He was the class clown in school.

He perfected the part of being the fool.

Charlie stood tall. A man among men.

A real hero,— again and again.

 

We probably have all known a ‘Charlie.’

Somewhere back in our iniquity.

A guy with similar traits.

A guy who rarely made mistakes.

 

He married the most popular girl in school.

I wish she would have carried my books too.

He did his hitch in the Army.

Had an honorable discharge , then started farming.

 

He came to every school reunion.

The hearts of the girls he would soon win.

A guy like him always came out on top.

He would say: “Make the most of what you’ve got.”

 

He did that all his life, till that day

they found something that wouldn’t go away.

A deadly disease took him down.

What a way to put an end to the class clown.

 

He loved life to the fullest.

He’ll be remembered,— I know it.

His oldest boy is just like him.

He might as well have been his twin.

 

As chance would have it, his name is Charlie too.

Of course, he is close to me and you.

Through him Charlie lives on.

Sometimes it’s almost like he was never gone.—R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

The Mystery Of Schizophrenia

      The Mystery Of Schizophrenia

He was locked away in a padded room.

He just sat there in the gloom.

He did have outbursts in the past.

Now, he seems calm, at last.

The diagnosis is Schizophrenia, Undifferentiated.

Though a Psych diagnosis is highly overrated.

He is obviously in a world of his own.

Sometimes he will smile. Other times he will moan.

Mostly, he likes to be left alone.

Exactly what is going on in him is not known.

Sometimes he will eat, other times he must be fed.

He will usually use the floor as his bed.

Are there demons screaming in his head?

He is totally delusional, it is said.

They have tried Electro Convulsive Therapy.

The response is less than they want it to be.

Sometimes he talks, but it makes no sense.

Maybe it does where he went.

If you had the ability to read minds.

And you entered his, what would you find?

Would you want to come back out again?

Or, would you stay there within.

Would it be like entering the 7th level of hell?

Or, would it be an escape from this place we know well?

What has happened to him & why it does

is still a mystery that eludes us.

Some day we may open that door.

And the patient may say: “I don’t want to be here anymore.”

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

 

 

 

 

 

I’m Caught In A Trap

         I’m caught in a trap

I’ve never met anyone so opposite of me.

No matter what, you always disagree.

We met through mutual friends.

That’s how a thing like this begins.

 

Somehow, we end up being together.

If I say it’s canvas, you say it’s leather.

If I say it’s black, you don’t say it’s white.

You say ”It’s blue,  so don’t get uptight.”

 

I hope I don’t fall in love with you.

If so, I won’t know what to do?

They say opposites attract.

I am praying that’s not a fact.

If I fall in love with you

I can only end up being a fool.

How could anything be so cruel?

I just don’t know what to do.

 

I tried to arrange things to be safe.

That night came & things didn’t wait.

One person was sick with the flu.

So I ended up, again, with you.

 

No matter how I try we can’t stay apart.

It’s really starting to affect my heart.

It starts beating faster when I see you.

Due to inner stress, or something new?

 

I hope I don’t fall in love with you.

If so, I won’t know what to do?

They say opposites attract.

I am praying that’s not a fact.

If I fall in love with you

I can only end up being a fool.

How can anything be so cruel?

I just don’t know what to do.

 

I have to break the loop. This can’t go on.

I am in a tither from dusk till dawn.

We will never be lovers, please take the cue.

Quit acting like you haven’t the slightest clue.

 

Things got turned around & here we are again.

“We see you two together a lot” friends said with a grin.

“There may be something happening here.”

That’s it. I’m done. Give me another beer.

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