Month: December 2014

The Future Is Murder

The Future Is Murder

Sometimes I wish for absolute control

over every living soul.

All of heaven cries stop the sin.

It’s time to bring it to an end.

Time to say it’s not going any further.

 

Yet wishing is the wrong approach.

Only one way is beyond reproach.

Prayer is needed now more than ever.

Satan is so very clever.

He’ll do all he can to get away with murder.

 

Many are already trembling in fear.

They know the end is getting near.

The spinning world has lost control.

It has overcome the order of the soul.

I have seen the future.—- It is murder.

 

There is famine, plagues & earthquakes .

Wars & rumors of wars for heaven’s sake!

Terror from roaming wicked hoards.

Crazies that belong on psycho wards.

A time of trouble like there never was.

 

Everything that can be shaken will be.

Fire & brimstone in the sky for all to see.

There will be fires burning along the road.

Killers with their brains itching like a toad.

The white man dancing is the fuzz.

 

He is dancing while hanging from a pole.

His family is running to and fro.

Seems the instigators should be dancing.

Why not Charlie Manson??

There isn’t anything left to measure anymore.

 

Rape , killings, & anarchy are at every turn.

The sinful people just never learn.

The government tries to gain control.

They blame God’s people for loss of their soul.

God’s people are sealed in God to their very core.

 

There would be no one left alive to tell the story

If Jesus didn’t  come in all  His glory.

With millions and millions of angels .

The host of heaven, all shining, with their halo’s.

Gods brightness will kill off all  the wicked hoard.

 

So I say repent, repent, repent!!

Don’t sit and wonder what I meant.

The time draws near for the trouble to start.

Repent while you can & get a new heart.

That way you will have a ticket to get on board.

——————————————– R. W. Johnson—– (3013)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bloodline

Bloodline

Her back was up against a wall.

But, she stood proud and tall.

It was always on her mind.

That it was in her bloodline.

 

She grew up in poverty & tough.

She didn’t take anyone’s guff.

She did whatever came to mind.

Till she heard about the bloodline.

 

Hers went back many years.

Further back than her peers.

She came from a line of royalty.

A warrior line of royalty.

 

She knew she should be a queen.

She stood proud in everything.

One day her star would shine.

It was in her bloodline.

 

Then one day she met a guy.

He had that spark in his eye.

His eye was only for her.

She was the one, he was sure.

 

He treated her like a queen.

His actions was just her thing.

She thought that he was fine.

Then she thought of the bloodline.

 

She was unsure what to do.

Until he said “I love you”.

He said he came from a long line.

He said it was his bloodline.

 

She told him of her bloodline.

Everything was going fine.

Before long, they came to find.

They would continue their bloodline.———–R.W. Johnson—(2011)

 

 

He Hasn’t A Clue

            He Hasn’t A Clue

Tell it to me straight.

No fooling around.

Was the reason you were late,

because you were still in town?

What exactly were you doing?

I hope you weren’t fooling around.

I have a lot of feelings accruing.

It doesn’t help when you can’t be found.

Of course I trust you.

Doesn’t it sound like it?

Yet, I’m not going to be a fool.

So, I hope you intend to right it.

Why are you getting steamed?

I am the one with the hurt feelings.

You say I ought to be reamed.

Such talk sends me reeling.

What kind of a relationship is this?

You mess up and I get the blame?

Knock it off, as he shook his fist.

Such talk is driving me insane.

I can’t see the forest for the trees?

What the hell are you talking about?

You’re about as dependable as a breeze.

You’re the one making me shout.

No, I don’t need Psych help.

You need more help than I do.

You used to make my heart melt.

Now, you take some getting used to.

Jealous?—- No way is that true.

I am not suspicious of all you do.

You can do whatever you want to.

You know it is totally up to you.

Fine, leave. See if I care.

Just like you to walk out rather than listen.

Why are you ripping out your hair?

You know I’m the only one worth kissing.

Lets kiss & make up. I’ll see you tomorrow.

Things will be better then.

Sleep on it and there will be no sorrow.

Sometimes, I just don’t understand women.

——————————————————-R. W. Johnson—(2014)

 

 

 

 

Negativity Will Not Stay

          Negativity Will Not Stay

There’s a light on in your house today.

But, you’re not there. You’ve gone away.

I wanted so for you to stay—– to stay.

You seemed so distant and far away.

I couldn’t give you a reason to stay.

 

The little things, they mean alot.

They give hope where there is not.

But, negative things hang on & rot.

Though one of us may have forgot.

I’m sorry to say—- that I forgot.

 

Communication opens up the door.

It allows us to get to the very core.

Then neither needs to feel sore.

Before it turns negative some more.

Not discussing it is what I abhor.

 

Friends ask me where you’ve gone?

They never ask why it took so long.

They  don’t know what went wrong.

They know I’m singing a different song.

Ever since they know you’ve been gone.

 

Where is it that you needed to go?

Just away from me is all I know.

It could have been a different show.

We needed to take it really slow.

Then, at least, we both would know.

 

I’m cashing in on promises of yours.

Driving by is one of my daily chores.

I’ve found mine. Have you found yours?

If you have you’ll be home, of course.

Then we’ll become a mighty force.

 

The two of us will become as one.

Sharing our love under the sun.

Blending together like coke and rum.

No more negatives will ever come.

We will both know: You are the one.———R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fed Up!!

                    Fed up!!

You’re tearing me up inside.

Your comments make me want to die.

The tongue is a two edged sword.

You’ve gone too far & cut the cord.

 

You have ripped me up, tore me down.

Made me look just like a clown.

Then you think I should forgive.

You leave me bleeding like a sieve.

 

I’m putting my foot down.

I’m turning over and turning around.

Look at me and see an icy stare.

This romance isn’t going anywhere.

 

————- 0————-

 

I’m gonna harden my heart.

I’m gonna walk out the door.

It’s time for me to get smart.

I can’t take it anymore.

 

Look for me at Heartbreak Hotel.

Down at the end of Lonely Street.

I have been through enough hell.

Time for me to hear a new beat.

 

I’m gonna walk to a different drum.

No more time to sit and cry.

I am through with being so dumb.

The parade’s not passing me by.————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

Where Are The Vampires?

 

                  Where are the vampires?

The stage coach rushed on through the night.

The coach driver’s face was white with fright.

The passengers bounced around like ping pong balls.

Their heads kept banging into the walls.

The night was cold with thick mist everywhere.

The coach driver couldn’t see but, he could swear.

The black horses were lathered as they rushed on.

Their eyes big and white, wanting to be gone.

Inside the coach, VanHusing sat, as they flee.

Also, a woman, who was Dracula’s bride to be.

VanHusing stole her away to save her from him.

VanHusing was a vampire slayer, Dracula’s next of kin.

He knew one day he would face his cousin.

It would be a battle to destroy this blood sin.

He remembered when Dracula fell under the curse.

He avoided the same fate by escaping first.

He spent years studying how to slay vampires.

He read every book while sitting by a campfire.

He stayed on the move, knowing they were looking for him.

One day, he knew, he would put an end to this sin.

He heard the screech of a bat in the air.

He knew that Dracula would soon be there.

The horses spooked and overturned the coach.

They then ran off dragging their hitching post.

The woman had been knocked out.

VanHusing grabbed his wooden stake with a shout.

He then lay still closely listening for any sound.

It wasn’t long before Dracula came around.

He opened the door of the coach.

Looked at the two passengers  & began to boast.

“Cousin, you can never defeat me.”

“I am immortal, as you will see.”

Dracula leaned over to pick up the girl.

VanHusing drove the stake into his back in a whirl .

Dracula screamed just before he turned to dust.

The stake piercing his heart before coming out his bust.

VanHusing collapsed in relief. He had saved the girl.

He knew others would be after him. He felt ill.

Yet, he would fight them all and win.

He would put an end to this vampire sin.

This is how the story is told to this day.

Did VanHusing have ‘super powers’ to help along the way?

There is still talk that VanHusing is still alive.

He still is killing vampires before they can thrive.

Is this why we never see a vampire today?

I guess the answer is not for us to say.——-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Village

               The village

While traveling northwards

on a back country lane.

It was very strange.

I saw a village appear from nowhere.

All I could do is stop and stare

I climbed a hill overlooking it all.

There was several horse stalls.

Old grey slated roofs

on dilapidated buildings was the proof.

Nothing was moving as the day went by.

It’s like it was dead or all were shy.

Maybe a plague killed all in sight.

I’ll wait till night to look for a light.

No light came on as time went by.

It’s like a ghost town.

I said to myself with a frown.

I felt the ‘wrong’ lurking there.

It made me shiver, I’ll swear.

Should I set foot within this place?

One wrong turn is all it takes.

End up where you can never come back.

I don’t want to live in a shack.

It’s funny, nothing was heard.

Nothing stirred, not even a bird.

There was no smoke from chimney’s high.

No kids playing, ready to say hi.

The village is a place I shouldn’t be.

I left before entering. I needed to flee.

I asked others when I got to a town.

They all smiled and looked around.

“You’re not the first to mention the village.”

“Some went there just to pillage.”

“They were never seen again.”

“Consider yourself lucky, my friend.”

“You see, the village comes and goes”

“It doesn’t exist, or so we’ve been told”

“An urban legend, if you like.”

“All who enter there go out of sight”

“Never to be seen again.”

“This has happened time and again.”

“No one knows who built the town.”

Don’t know why it still comes around.”

“There are rumors that never end.”

‘You’re one of the lucky ones my friend.”

I moved on still not sure what to think.

It will be awhile before I can sleep a wink.—-R. W. Johnson—(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Timothy’s World

                    Timothy’s World

TIMOTHY, OH TIMOTHY.

YOU WERE ALL THE WORLD TO ME.

I GAVE MY HEART AND SOUL TO THEE.

I WAS YOUR’S FOR ETERNITY.

ALL OUR CASTLES IN THE SKY

HAVE NOW ALL CRUMBLED INTO LIES.

REMEMBER WHEN YOU FLEW ME THERE?

WIND WAS WHISTLING THROUGH OUR HAIR.

WE DANCED TOGETHER IN FAIRY DUST.

THEN SAILED OFF, JUST THE TWO OF US.

WE SLID DOWN A MOONBEAM BRIGHT,

ACROSS A CLEAR AND STARY NIGHT.

 

OH TIMOTHY, MY TIMOTHY.

TELL ME WHY WOU’VE GONE FROM ME.

WITHOUT YOU DEAR, I CANNOT FLY.

THERE’S NOTHING LEFT EXCEPT TO CRY.

CRY ALONE IN MISERY.

OH TIMOTHY, MY TIMOTHY.

 

REMEMBER WHEN OUR MINDS WERE ONE?

THE MENTAL GAMES WE’D PLAY FOR FUN.

YOU’D CHASE ME THROUGH MY MEMORIES PAST.

THERE WERE NO WALLS TO BLOCK OUR PATH.

THEN, I’D CHASE YOU AND CATCH YOU DEAR.

YOU WEREN’T AFRAID. THERE WAS NO FEAR.

I CAME TO YOU IN NUDITY.

WE BONDED THEN, JUST YOU AND ME.

OUR MINDS AND BODIES BECAME AS ONE.

WE FLEW INTO A BLINDING SUN.

WE SAILED OFF TO ETERNITY.

FOREVER YOURS I’D ALWAYS BE.

 

OH TIMOTHY, MY TIMOTHY.

TELL ME WHY WOU’VE GONE FROM ME?

WITHOUT YOU DEAR, I CANNOT FLY.

THERE’S NOTHING LEFT EXCEPT TO CRY.

CRY ALONE IN MISERY.

OH TIMOTHY—- MY TIMOTHY.——-R. W. JOHNSON——-(1998)

 

 

The Latter Rain

The Latter Rain

Last name Aladon; first name Freatis.

I am here to talk because they hate us.

All the killing and violence in the streets.

Spreading their evil as far as they can reach.

Our ancestry may be different than theirs.

The color of their skin may not be as fair.

Is that a reason to kill and maim?

The whole idea sounds pretty lame.

It doesn’t make them better than us.

Nothing calms the blood rush lust.

Treat your neighbor as you would one another.

Were all human .Therefore, we are brothers.

The hate and the killing has to stop.

The evil cast off and left to rot.

The Bible points to a better way.

They hate The Word & what it has to say.

A ‘Bible thumper’ is hated most of all.

If they catch one, they have a ball.

But, the power of God can overcome.

Martyrs, or not, God is the one.

A time is coming when The Latter Rain

will fall abundantly and change the game.

God’s workers will go into their den.

Preach the word of God and come out again.

Many will be converted in a day.

Evil will be gone. Love will be here to stay.

It sounds impossible for such a change.

Like healing the sick or curing the lame.

All things are possible with God.

He speaks softly and carries a big rod.

Evil cannot stand in the presence of God.

Gang members will no longer be a mob.

They will cover the slums spreading God’s word.

It will be a message that’s never been heard.

Hardened criminals telling their story.

How they now love God and all his glory.

This day is coming. It won’t be long.

Then we will all sing a new song—————R. W. Johnson—–(2011)

 

The Old Mantel Clock

        The Old Mantel Clock

It was near the midnight hour

as I settled down in my easy chair.

Relaxing, after I had taken my shower.

Thinking, as I ran a brush through my hair.

Why did such a thing happen?

Especially to someone so young?

I should have hit the sack then.

But, I knew sleep would not come.

I tried to focus on other thoughts.

Still, my thoughts drifted back to her.

I knew, inside,  I was still distraught.

Since my daughter’s death had occurred.

I tried to relax and breathe deeply.

Let my mind go totally blank.

The quiet in the house was creepy.

I heard what I first thought was a clank.

 

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock—-Never stops.

 

The old clock on the mantel

Passed down to me by relatives past.

Sitting there between two candles.

It made a sound like clanking brass.

There was no other sound around.

It was quiet as the bewitching hour.

I got up and started pacing around.

A taste in my mouth that was kind of sour.

Again, I started thinking of my lost daughter.

The thought bringing me to tears of grief.

No, I must not dwell, as I drank some water.

I plopped down again back into my seat.

As I sat there I heard that sound.

The infernal ticking of the old clock.

It was the only sound there was around.

Was it louder now? —Or, was it not?

 

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock,—-Never stops.

 

Why is that ticking bothering me so?

I never had noticed it before.

Was it a message for my soul?

That thought shook me to my core.

It sounds almost like it is saying:

Your next, your next….. Nooo!!

What kind of tricks was my mind playing?

Such horrible thoughts had to go.

I blame myself for my girls death.

Even though she died from a disease.

A curse passed down to my regret.

For some sin my mind conceived?

“It’s not fair” I cried out to God.

“To take the life of one so young.

A daughter should not die, God

before her father. Not when young.”

 

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock—-Never stops.

 

I wrestled with these thoughts of mine.

No satisfaction or relief obtained.

As I let my thoughts slowly unwind

the same single thought remained.

Why? —Why did she have to die?

This thought was ripping me apart.

‘These things happen’;  doesn’t answer why?

‘All happens for a reason’ was a farce.

‘Turn to faith in God for your condolence.’

I grabbed a Bible and opened it up.

I saw God is with you in all moments.

“Where were you when I drank this cup?”

Silence.— Then I heard the ticking.

The ticking of the mantel clock.

Over and over, always ticking

Ripping apart all that I thought.

 

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock—-Never stops.

 

What is this? This constant ticking.

Driving all thoughts from my mind.

All my thoughts were not sticking

due to this ticking . Ticking in my mind.

I jump up and pace around.

What evil trick is being played?

This ticking clock, the only sound.

Is Satan driving me to the grave?

Is it the loss of my loved one

causing me to lose my grip?

Is this clock cursed? —What fun.

A clock passed down is making me sick.

Maybe the clock has a message

that goes on and never stops.

A message just for this age.

She is gone.— Accept your loss.

 

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock–Never stops

——————————–R. W. Johnson—– (2011)

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