Life Lessons – Page 42 – Word Smith Wisdom

The Way

The Way

All I ever wanted was to hang around.

I get bored going from town to town.

I’ll just try to make some friends.

If I stay at all, it just depends.

I gotta find somebody that understands.

Someone who will listen to my plans.

I’ve been called kind of wild.

Crazy ideas that come from a child.

All my plans and schemes are simple.

People, come together in love.

Love one another like kin folk.

Love can lead to world peace.

It is the greatest gift received.

If you love and never cease.

Your heart will swell tenfold.

Everywhere I go I spread this news.

All I get in return is taunts and boos.

Does no one believe in love today?

Other than the backseat, front page way?

I mean agape love. That comes from above.

It is the only kind of real love.

If I had a friend to spread the Word.

Soon, it would be all that would be heard.

All my plans and schemes are simple.

People, come together in love.

Love one another like kin folk.

Love can lead to world peace.

It is the greatest gift received.

If you love and never cease.

Your heart will swell tenfold.

Then I realized I have a friend.

One who is with me till the end.

He will help me spread the Word.

Soon, all will have seen and heard.

For my friend will talk thru me.

It will be quite a sight to see.

Hundreds converted in a day.

Praise the Lord, I’ve found The Way.———-R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Addictive Voices. Sober Choices

Addiction Voices. Sober Choices

Before I lay me down to sleep.

I’m writing down these thoughts to keep.

I have booze that I can drink.

Pills I haven’t thrown down the sink.

I could use and feel quite good.

But, what would happen if I should?

Hooked again with none to blame.

Living with the guilt and shame.

Down the drain with the nasty crap.

Remaining clean and sober is where it’s at.

Being loaded and high can go to hell!!

I’ll stay clean and sober and doing well.——-R. W. Johnson—-(2011)

Remember

Remember

It says to remember the Sabbath Day and keep it holy.

For the Sabbath was made for man and man only.

But, what does this day of rest honor?

On this, have you ever come to ponder?

It is man’s way to give homage to the creator God.

Our creator and redeemer. The only true God.

It’s not a law of do’s and don’ts, as many think.

Many just smile and give you a wink.

It’s a guide to give you rest and meditation.

To think about your creator and all His inspiration.

Become one with the One who loves you so.

Who gave His Son that you may know;

you are His most loved creation.

He wants to make of you a great nation.

He wants you to understand His will.

Listen to His small voice and be still.

All He does is for our growth and protection.

He is the general who will do the inspection.

All will be perfect with His blood to cover

any blemish that Satan thinks to uncover.

So spend one day a week to give thanks.

Be proud to be counted among God’s ranks.

For on the seventh day God rested.

After six days of creation invested.

No other day can honor the creator.

It is the distinguishing mark of our creator.

Let all know you honor Him.

And His redeeming plan from sin.

Keep it holy and stand firm and proud.

You’re not just one of the average crowd.

You are a son or daughter of God.

Redeemed by the blood of the lamb of God.

Be proud to remember and never forget.

The Seventh Day Sabbath is God’s precious gift.

——————————————————-R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Tell Me Why?

Tell Me Why?

Sometimes you can be so sweet.

Then you can be just so discreet.

Tell me why?

You tell me “Let’s go see a show.”

Then you say that you have to go.

Tell me why?

Tell me why I must cry?

Every time you go.

Tell me why?

Tell me why I must cry?

I have to know.

Often, you tell me that I’m your man.

Then, when I call, you have other plans.

Tell me why?

You say you love having me around.

Next you’re nowhere to be found.

Tell me why?

Tell me why I must cry?

Every time you go.

Tell me why?

Tell me why I must cry?

I have to know.

You say to take you at your word.

You tell me not to be so absurd.

I want to know.

Then you’re lovingly sweet.

You sweep me off my feet.

I want to know.

Tell me why?

Tell me why I must cry?

Every time you go.

Tell me why?

Tell me why I must cry?

I have to know.

Tell me true. Is there another man?

Why won’t you tell me, if you can?

I need to know.

You say to trust you. It’s for the best.

Why can’t you tell me? Why must I guess?

I need to know.

Tell me why?

Tell me why I must cry?

Every time you go.

Tell me why?

Tell me why I must cry?

I have to know.

Tell me why?—Tell me, tell me, tell me why??

——————————————————-R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Transformation

Transformation

Here is the story of a foul little piglet boy.

When he acted dumb he thought it was coy.

He made noises and burped and farted.

He jumped around and acted retarded.

Other kids didn’t want him around.

Because he was always acting the clown.

This made him worse so he acted about 3.

Oh, what a great baby, was he.

He often got beat up for such behavior.

But, his behavior did not waver.

Till one day he met a girl.

Not just anyone, but one with a curl.

He fell hard and his behavior changed.

From his foul behavior, he refrained.

He acted like a young gentleman.

All stopped thinking he was mental then.

Seems he was decent and so refined,

when he was around others didn’t mind.

The girl with the curls took notice too.

Instead of acting like he belonged in a zoo,

he acted courteous and polite.

Being kind to her was his delight.

So ends the story of the piglet boy.

Who changed his ways and became a joy.—-R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Happiness Found

Happiness Found

I came into town with a back pack on my shoulders

and a pocket full of stories that I just had to tell.

You know I’ve knocked around a bit

and had my share of small town glories.

It’s time to hit the city

and that crazy carousel.

I’ve been thinking now for so long.

I’m tired of going nowhere but,

I just keep moving on.

Till you brought your Sunday morning sunshine

Here into my Monday morning rain.

You gave me happiness just one time.

It keeps on coming back again and again.

You know when your heart is nowhere.

Then you’ve got no place called home.

So you keep on searching for somewhere.

Yet, you’re still just all alone.

It’s time to lay my feet down,

away from Lonely Street.

New adventures are somewhere.

As From day to day I see.

All the people going nowhere.

But, anywhere’s a better place to be.

Till you brought your Sunday morning sunshine

Here into my Monday morning rain.

You brought me happiness just one time.

It keeps on coming back again and again.

These roads were never my roads

These highways and the byways.

They were just a way for me

to drift from town to town.

I never thought I’d find

someone who could love me.

Till finally you were found.

I thought I’d drift forever

In my anguish and my leathers.

Always moving on but, really nowhere bound.

Till you brought your Sunday morning sunshine

Here into my Monday morning rain.

You gave me happiness just one time.

It keeps on coming back again and again.

————————————————R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

The Devil’s Thunder

The Devil’s Thunder

Humans were placed on earth by aliens.

We are genetically altered Neanderthals.

Thru evolution we became “ today’s men.”

Earth is millions of years old. Changes happen.

Like cavemen evolving from a creature in the ocean..

Science proves it. Religion cannot trap them.

Going down with the Devils thunder.—-Going down.

Give me water.—-Give me water.

Going with the Devil down under—-Going down.

Give me water.—-Give me water.

I strongly believe there is life after death.

Be it ghosts, spirits, or a higher plain.

We will have a spirit form like the rest.

We are not sons and daughters of Cain.

It seems to me that God is dead.

The belief in a higher being has died.

People now have it in their head

They will “evolve” to eternal life.

Going down with the Devil’s thunder.—-Going down.

Give me water.—-Give me water.

Going with the Devil down under.—-Going down.

Give me water.—-Give me water.

I believe in magic and witchcraft.

Astrology can show your future life.

Magic can put curse or blessing on its path.

It can be a blessing or cause you much strife.

New age religion can save your soul.

Tarot cards can predict what’s coming down.

Devil worship is for those in the know.

To not believe this way makes you a clown.

Going down with the Devil’s thunder.—-Going down.

Give me water.—-Give me water.

Going with the Devil down under.—-Going down.

Give me water.—-Give me water.

The Bible is the word of God. The only truth.

If you don’t believe “The Word”, you will be lost .

Belief in any other words is the Devil’s “truth.”

He is the father of lies, which he tells at any cost.

When the Devil is cast out you will be too.

You’ll go down for eternity. You will be lost.

So get your truth from the Bible. It’s only for you.

Then you’ll be saved. Jesus has paid the cost.

Going down with the Devil’s thunder.—-Going down.

Give me water.—-Give me water.

Going with the Devil down under. —-Going down.

Give me water.—-Give me water.

Going down.—-Going down.—-Going down.

——————————————————-R. W. Johnson—-(2011)

Contemplation

Contemplation

Come what may, I just never know.

Times may come and they may go.

Good things can happen to one another.

Be it brothers, sisters, or just lovers.

Time will pass and the story will change.

But, the ending always seems the same.

I never seem to know enough.

Makes any progress really tough.

I try to keep on keeping on.

Till late at night or early dawn.

I toss and turn within the satin.

Always wondering what did happen?

Could I somehow have made it better?

Maybe I could have sent a letter.

Poor out my heart in weeping sobs.

Eat all the corn and spit out the cobs.

But, still the situation is tough.

I always feel I don’t know enough.

Life will go on and seasons change.

But, certain things remain the same.

A shattered heart takes years to heal.

Depending on who’s behind the wheel.

Still, it haunts me like a bad dream.

I wonder if I’ll ever glean

enough knowledge to finally say.

I think I know enough today.——————-R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Ribs

Ribs

My sweet wife sent me downtown for some ribs.

She said to go ahead and she’d watch the kids.

When I arrived there were cars everywhere.

There was absolutely not a space to spare.

I began to wonder what the hell was going on.

I almost had to park up on someone’s lawn.

I finally found a spot some distance away.

Then started hoofing it all the way.

It was the annual Blues, Brews, and Barbeque.

There was people everywhere drinking their brew.

Lines were long and not moving fast.

I found my favorite rib booth at last.

After considerable time, I placed my order.

The lady asked me if I had a quarter?

It was 22 dollars to go, without the bib.

That was for a full rack of St. Lewis ribs.

I left with the ribs but, I didn’t get far.

I bumped into people which made me jar.

I came close to dropping the ribs.

One guy asked me if they were his.

Eventually I made it back to my car.

Fortunately I didn’t have to drive too far.

I arrived home safely with the ribs.

I gave them to the wife and kids.

Then it hit me like a thunderbolt.

The thought made me feel like a dope.

I got ribs for all, you see.

But, I didn’t get any ribs for me————R. W. Johnson———(2011)

Thoughts On A Bad Day

Thoughts On A Bad Day

I’m wearing my emotions on my sleeve.

Gee, I hope that I don’t sneeze.

Life goes on, often, without hope.

A tsunami will probably sink the boat.

The boat that all humans are in.

Their just reward for a life of sin.

I only live from day to day.

I sound depressed I heard you say.

The world has taken a turn for the worst.

But, I have the answer. It’s not a curse.

Genocide by zero reproduction——

For 50 years with no disruption.

All will then be quiet on the western front.

The world will no longer be in a funk.

Then we can start over again.

Test tube babies are not a sin?

Form the world after our own image.

Tower of Babel will be our linage.

Will we then be destroyed from God above?

Maybe—- all we really need is love.———-R. W. Johnson—–(2011)