July 2015 – Word Smith Wisdom

A Meeting Of The Minds

A Meeting Of The Minds

Come on over to my way of thinking.

I know you can without even blinking.

I am not trying to dominate you.

That is the last thing I would want to do.

We will do better if we can agree.

You know I am as stubborn as can be.

Problem is, that you are stubborn to.

This means little progress for me and you.

Our happiness can depend on this.

There is really not a lot of risk.

We agree on most things already.

Except for the sauce to put on spaghetti.

I am thinking of philosophical differences.

This is where we get caught in the clinches.

We can work them out in time.

If we both really try to find

that ground in the middle where we can agree.

It’s as much up to you as it is to me.

Love and affection should not play a role.

We have to look at things as a whole.

The more ways we can blend together,

the more chance of enduring any weather.

Being one in all we say and do.

With the exception of minor things, it’s true.

Think what a statement that would make.

They found their soulmate; make no mistake.

With all of that said and done,

Come on over here. Let’s have some fun.

——————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Poor Choices, Lack Of Voices

Poor Choices, Lack Of Voices

There was a way before the fall.

If there was any way at all.

It was a time. There was a choice.

A time back when you had a voice.

You could choose right. It was allowed.

Many did. They had avowed.

Others didn’t. They still complain.

They thought life was such a pain.

They wanted more but, they got less.

There was no way they felt blessed.

They are not sorry for their choice.

They felt they, then, had a voice.

Yet, the results are totally wrong.

Seems they waited way too long.

Now they are ruled with an iron hand.

There is no freedom in the land.

Now, no matter what choice you make,

It will be a big mistake.

The government has total control.

They say what to do and where to go.

You no longer have a will.

You are so mad, you could kill.

Actually, you have nothing at all.

But, you were the one who made that call.

Now, there is little but, feeling blue.

The big “S” will tell you what to do.

——————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Smitten Beyond Repair

Smitten Beyond Repair

Why do you shield yourself in mystery?

When I ask, you say it is only me.

You can do magic, it is plain to see.

You have cast a spell over me.

This can’t be in this day and age.

But, my heart is captured on every page.

Though I may try to escape this cage.

There is no way to turn the page.

I am hypnotized, mesmerized, vitalized,

to the extent that you don’t realize.

You are all & everything to my eyes.

I am hopelessly in love, I realize.

You have taken me to a new level.

I pray that you are not the devil.

You have created a new equation

You paralyze me at every occasion.

I am smitten beyond any repair.

As I stand, open mouthed, & stare.

Has someone just made me king?

You are my all and everything.

Now, if only, you are my queen,

I will be able to do everything.

You make me what I am today.

I do it for you in every way.

I love you. What more can I say.

Life has provided the only way.

That way is for you to be mine.

I need a big glass of wine.

I have got to try to unwind.

I can do that with a little wine.

You have taken me to a new level.

I pray that you are not the devil.

You have created a new equation.

You paralyze me at every occasion.

I am smitten beyond any repair.

As I stand, open mouthed, & stare.

—————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Faith Till The Very End

Faith Till The Very End

There I was, sneaking through the woods.

Hiding out the best I could.

They seem to be everywhere.

Acting like they don’t have a care.

Yet, few true believers are left.

There is less every day, I’ll bet.

They have done all to snuff us out.

Were to blame, is what it’s about.

We must hide in the mountains and caves.

We are in prayer in every way every day.

The Lord provides our water and food.

Just like Elijah, despite his depressed mood.

We are all sealed in our minds.

We are waiting for that special time.

When we will see our Lord in the air.

People will witness it everywhere.

Just before killed off by his brightness.

We’ll be changed into His likeness.

Then, we will be heading to our real home.

Hi love reflected in our faces, shown.

But, for now, I hide and sneak around.

Hoping others, like me, can be found.

We can draw strength from one another.

Come together, my sisters and brothers.

Our Lord will be here soon, then we’ll say:

We have been waiting for this very day.

————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Days Of Love Gone

Days Of Love Gone

I can’t take things the way they are.

I can feel every cut and scar.

Be it literal, or on the heart.

The end result is tearing us apart.

I remember much smoother days.

Making love was the popular craze.

Flower children pushed ‘flower power.’

How did we get to this crazy hour?

We need to start all over. Start all over.

Go back to kissing and smelling the clover.

Go back to loving and caring for others.

Our greatest work was under the covers.

We preached love and all it involved.

We were happy to be part of the crowd.

Today, trust no one, is a no brainer.

Who does the government have on retainer?

No one depends on one another,

only on the government. That’s a blunder.

We are becoming a nation of sheep.

We are organic robitoids in the keep.

The government tells us what to do.

I wouldn’t do that if I were you.

We need to start all over. Start all over.

Go back to kissing and smelling the clover.

Go back to loving and caring for others.

Our greatest work was under the covers.

We preached love and all it involved.

We were happy to be part of the crowd.

The hand writing is on the wall.

We can’t stand. We have to crawl.

We have no backbone of our own.

This is killing me to the bone.

There has got to be a better day.

Let’s go psychedelic all the way.

Bring back the flowers and the love.

Bring back the loving turtle dove.

——————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Our Forefather’s Knew The Way

Our Forefathers Knew The Way

There is a room full of people

but, there is nothing inside.

Their attempt at caring is feeble.

Very few of them even cried.

It all is much too common.

Horrendous tragedies daily.

Yet, they stand there, yawning

What more is there to say?

We are barraged daily with the news.

More horrible stories and killing.

It’s all enough to give you the blues.

We could stop it, if we are willing.

But, the answer makes people upset.

They don’t want to hear about it.

Oh, how quickly they seem to forget.

Our country was founded by wit.

Our forefathers were very wise.

They saw the light and lived by it.

They saw the world open before their eyes.

The constitution was just a bit.

A small part of the wisdom they had.

They could see what would be coming.

It lasted over 200 years & I am glad.

But, today, people are running.

They don’t know what from.

They are scared and forgotten the way.

I think it is time for the ‘kingdom come.’

But, people won’t listen to what I say.

The end is coming. Nothing will stop it.

A time like there never was before.

More trouble than the daily news bit.

Unimaginable, striking right at our core.

The way out is so simple. It’s on our money.

‘Trust in God.’ It is the only way.

Those forefathers were not being funny.

They had the wisdom. They had the say.

————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Loss Of A Friend

Loss Of A Friend

The Sounds Of Silence have come and gone.

Now, they’re singing a new kind of song.

A song with a message that’s gonna hurt.

They think it’s freedom but, it is just dirt.

Share your wealth with those who do not.

When the most they’ve done is blow snot.

They whine and cry and say it’s not fair.

The only thing they want is for you to share.

What has happened to the ‘American Dream?’

Capitalism is not what they say it seems.

They have corrupted all it stands for.

I fear our old way of life is out the door.

We need a savior. One with the courage

to make the changes needed in a hurry.

While there still is some ray of hope

to be seen through all the MJ smoke.

Our political system is as corrupt as the mob.

No one is motivated to go out and get a job.

Is there any chance to turn it around in time?

Soon speaking your own mind will be a crime.

I guess you just have to call it a sign of the end.

Time to say goodbye to your long lost friend.

I am talking about liberty and pursuit of happiness.

All will be gone. Only thing left will be the big ’S’.

————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)