Month: December 2014

The “Real” Exorcist

 

The ‘Real’ Exorcist

Are you an exorcist?

Yes, I work at the gym.

I teach classes on exercise.

No, I mean one who ousts sin.

 

Sin in the form of demon possession.

Are you kidding me??

I have never held such a session.

That’s odd. I was referred to thee.

 

The local pastor said you were the best.

He said you really knew your stuff.

Is his last name Hess?

He is in my exercise class, he puffed.

 

I think you were confused by his answer.

He thought you were talking about exercise.

I have to get rid of a demon like a cancer.

I don’t need to be doing any exercising.

 

What exactly does this demon do?

Have you seen “The Exorcist”, then you know.

What!! That kind of stuff is happening to you?

That & a lot more you don’t wanna know.

 

He picks me up. He lays me down.

He does other things like bend my back.

My golden hair lies on the ground.

I am surprised my neck or back doesn’t crack.

 

This sounds insane. Have you tried psych help?

Sometimes imagined things can seem real.

How about prayer? Have you asked as you knelt?

I have done it all. They all give the same spiel.

 

Has anyone witnessed these episodes?

Of course they have. They are scared.

They even filmed it in a slower mode.

It is almost more than they can bare.

 

Does it only happen at night?

Mostly when I am asleep.

That must really make you uptight.

I would rather be counting sheep.

 

Have you thought of changing the channel?

What do you mean? Is that a joke?

No, go to sleep with the power of Emmanuel.

Pray He will protect you like other folk.

 

I haven’t tried that. I think I will.

I hope it works for you.

With God’s armor, it surely will.

I’ll surrender to Him. I’m no fool.

 

Did it work? I don’t know the answer.

All I know is God can overcome all.

Be it sin or be it sickness like cancer.

Just trust & have faith. Answer His call.—–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)

 

 

 

 

 

Hoarder Blues

      Hoarder Blues

All these possessions stacked everywhere.

It is almost more than I can bare.

There is books, mail, magazines, & junk.

About ten times more than can fit in a trunk.

Just narrow pathways to walk around.

“This can’t be real”, I say with a frown.

“Is there no room out in back?”

I take a look, & almost fall flat.

The entire house is over flowing.

Even in front & back, it’s growing.

There are no chairs for visitors to sit.

They wouldn’t, if they had any wit.

There is a name for such a disease.

It’s called hoarding, if you please.

Usually such a person is in great denial.

I only say that with a covered smile.

It is a problem almost impossible to deal with.

People say “why put up with it?” You’re a twit.”

Pappy always told me; he never wrote.

“You can’t train a dog by killing the goat.”

Think on that as I move on.

Someday I wish it would all be gone.

But, things happen in their own time.

It’s God’s time, it’s not mine.

Other things are going good.

I have to treat her like I should.

The answer is somewhere down the line.

It is only a matter of ‘God’s’ time.

——————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

Gold Digging Bitch

       Gold Digging Bitch

Walking on the wharf, I spotted her.

She was reaching for what wasn’t hers.

She was headed for pier thirty four.

There was the yacht, tied up as before.

She went on board & then below deck.

The yacht wasn’t hers but, what the heck.

She was looking for the yacht’s owner.

She wanted to know why he hadn’t phoned her.

She was just a gold digger at best.

She was no better than all of the rest.

The man was married with children.

It didn’t matter since she would kill him.

She would over dose him on heroin.

She didn’t want to take care of him.

She would dump the body way out at sea.

Then she would say “He meant nothing to me.”

I had a feeling she was up to no good.

I followed her, just like I should.

I had dealt with her kind before.

I knew it before she went in the door.

I over powered her as he lie dying.

Turned her into police. She didn’t try lying.

Now she is serving time for her crime.

His family, without him, spends much time crying.

I shake my head at what she has done.

I’m just so glad I wasn’t the one. ————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

The Light

       The Light

The beautiful city by the bay.

A great place to visit, they say.

So I hopped on a ferry & went to see.

Just how lovely this city could be.

 

It was beautiful. Lots going on.

Entertainment from dusk till dawn.

Lots of lovely sights to see.

I just wish you were with me.

 

Suddenly, in a blinding flash.

I was witness to all the trash.

Murder, robbery, rape, & lust.

Lots of violence. No one to trust.

 

Then, a blinding light all around.

Reaching from Coit Tower to Chinatown.

I shaded my eyes. It was so bright.

It was quite a scary sight.

 

I strained my ears trying to hear.

Hear any sound that was clear.

Only one word, spoken loud.

It was heard by all the crowd.

REPENT!!

 

I dropped to my knees & confessed all sins.

I only knew, any who did wins.

Many cussed and shook their fists.

They weren’t having any of this.

 

Soon, all returned to normal.

People looked around, then became real formal.

They acted as if nothing had happened.

They continued on, just as it had been.

 

Yes, the city by the bay is a delight.

Especially when seen in a different light.

It changed me for the rest of my life.

For many others it only added to their strife.

——————————————————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)