Month: March 2015

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)

 

 

 

 

Instant Relocation

 

      Instant Relocation

Awhile back I was in my car.

Taking a drive to a juice bar.

Suddenly, I didn’t know where I was.

Everything around began to fuzz.

I focused and checked my watch.

Date & time correct. They weren’t botched.

What the heck just happened to me?

I was lost, from what I could see.

Then I saw a road sign ahead.

I was about 60 miles from home, it said.

Somehow, I was instantly here.

No, I had not been drinking beer.

It took 1 ½ hours to drive home.

The whole thing shook me to the bone.

The next day it happened again.

I was only sent 15 miles away then.

One more time it happened that week.

To another near town. I was freaked.

It couldn’t be a memory lapse.

Not enough time had passed.

It did not happen on the weekend.

Seemed to be only during the week .

I had to talk to someone about it.

But, who. They will think I am a nitwit.

I finally decided on my pastor.

He was really shocked, to be sure.

He took it with a grain of sand.

He decided to be the man.

He said he would come & ride with me.

Monday he came over, just to see.

We drove out in my car.

We had not gotten very far.

Next thing, we were 25 miles away.

He was pale, with little to say.

When we got home he prayed with me.

He didn’t know what it could be.

This continued. I hoped it would end soon.

Then, there was an eclipse of the moon.

After that, it never happened again.

It started exactly 1 month before the eclipse.

Then, it never happened again after this.

No explanation was ever found.

I was always cautious driving around town.

Years later another eclipse was due.

I stopped driving 1 month before. Wouldn’t you?

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

 

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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)

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Miracle

 

      The Miracle

A miracle happened for me a few years ago.

I have been blessed since, I want you to know.

The miracle was the birth of my first child.

Not an easy thing because it took awhile.

He was a large baby and labor was long.

I wanted it over & my wife just wanted it gone.

She wanted the baby, she just wanted labor to end.

After 3 days, she was becoming unhinged.

Then, finally, the moment arrived.

I was there, watching with pride.

Then, to my greatest surprise.

I was looking  at the little guy.

He looked exactly like me.

I couldn’t believe what I could see.

It was the greatest blessing there could be.

To know I procreated a minnie me.

He turned out to be my pride and joy.

Extremely smart and real coy.

He has since grown into a man.

I am still proud and say it whenever I can.

He excels in every way I did not.

A chip off the old block, or just a knot.

He is someone who would make any father proud.

I love him and will yell it out loud.

What greater miracle could there be?

To procreate a minnie me.

Then have him turn out better than me.

Only one miracle is better than this.

When God gave his Son, He would miss,

for someone as wretched as me.

No greater love could there possibly be.

———————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

Confessions Of A Gun Slinger

      Confessions  Of A Gun Slinger

A big dark cloud is coming down.

I can’t see what is around.

I feel this may be the end of me.

Finally,—– I will be free.

 

I’ve been running most of my adult life.

Just because I had a few gun fights.

I feel my time is just about up.

Soon, I may take a bullet in the gut.

 

I won’t let them take me alive.

My bullets will fly like bees from a hive.

Sooner or later they will gun me down.

There is no way out that I have found.

 

I have only killed in self defense.

In a gun fight you can’t be on the fence.

They drew on me so I gunned them down.

There was not always someone else around.

 

I gained the reputation of a killer.

None of which ever did occur.

I am guilty before I am tried.

I would never make it to jail alive.

 

Justice for me is when they kill me dead.

They just want to put a bullet in my head.

If given a choice I would never shoot again.

I would hang up my guns and never sin.

 

But, my choice has been taken away.

I will either die today or live another day.

Sooner or later, I know what it will be.

Deader than a doornail, but I will be free.

 

Mothers, tell your sons.

Don’t do what I have done.

The end doesn’t justify the means.

Being the best is not what it seems.

—————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)