Month: August 2015

Playboy Finds His True Love

 

      Playboy Finds His True Love

It was a tough decision but, it had to be made.

Life was more than just getting laid.

A radical change in life style is coming on.

I have found someone for who I have grown fond.

I have always been a free spirit type of person.

Never tied down to one. Was it a curse then?

All of a sudden I want to change my style.

I desire to stay with just one for awhile.

She is different, without really trying to be.

Somehow, she has gotten through to me.

In chains of love, she had wrapped up my heart.

Now, I can’t stand the time that we are apart.

I want her with me all of the time.

I want to make her permanently mine.

I have to watch my every move.

I don’t want her to have to choose.

I want her to always know that I am the one.

The one who can always make her life fun.

Dedication and faithfulness is new to me.

But, doing so, I really feel free.

It is something I feel like I want to do.

I always want to be true blue.

This is a totally new way of life.

I am positive I want her for my wife.

I never knew things could be so good.

Just as long as it is always understood.

This is a commitment I am trying to make.

I know everything that is at stake.

But, if you love me like I love you,

then neither of us will ever be a fool.

I see things getting so good,

it is indescribable, even if I could.

I will feel like I am genuinely blessed.

If and when you will just say yes!!

——————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Seperation Sucks!!

      Separation Sucks!!

She is coming home today.

For awhile, she has been away.

I missed her more each day.

Ever since she has been away.

 

The homecoming is an important thing.

It is something that makes me sing.

Good times will be happening again.

It’s like getting back a long lost friend.

 

Time goes by. Be it long or short.

Either brings on feelings, I can report.

Feelings of loneliness and fear.

Will she ever again be near?

 

Though it is a planned business trip.

The whole time away she is missed.

When she gets home we’ll celebrate.

It will be like our very first date.

 

It will end in a climax of love.

We will be closer than 2 turtle doves.

A day to remember from our past.

One whose memories will really last.

 

At times, being apart, we can’t avoid.

These are times I’d like to destroy.

But, when we are together again.

A greater gift I could not win.

 

Let’s make the most of when we are together.

In the future, there may be bad weather.

That would be when either must be away.

I would prefer that we could always stay.

 

Yes, being apart is a real bummer.

Not much to do here but, slumber.

But, the day comes when we are together again.

Then we can party like it will never end.

—————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

 

Home At Last

 

      Home At Last

Sitting by the road of life

as the parade goes marching by.

He is carrying a load of strife

as he sits and wonders why?

 

The old man sits and wonders

where his life has gone.

Sure, he made a few blunders

as he lived his life, so long.

 

Happiness is not the final result.

It was often fun along the way.

He could have joined the revolt.

When they invited him to stay.

 

Dead and gone, they all are now.

He would be to if he had joined in.

He lived by the sweat of his brow.

He did his best to never sin.

 

But, now he has little to show

for his life of virtue & purity.

What he lacked, he didn’t know?

He knew he had little surety.

 

In his mind he had gone astray.

He didn’t know when it happened.

He didn’t know the answer anyway.

He just knew it was a crappy end.

 

He outlived all his family

Why,—- he hadn’t a clue.

It wasn’t because he was more manly.

But, he was really feeling blue.

 

Then, a voice spoke to him.

It was that small, quiet voice.

“I can set you free. Amen.”

“Turn to me. You have a choice.”

 

He fell on his face & praised the Lord.

“I am unworthy!!” he cried in agony.

“ I have for you a final reward.”

“Be at peace & let it be.”

 

The old man surrendered his will.

He gave all to the Lord as he was.

Then, he lay down & became very still.

The Lord had taken him to live above.

———————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

 

 

The Tunnel Is Brighter At The End

      The Tunnel Is Brighter At The End

Walking in the haze of fractured memories.

In the mists of dreams depleted of energy.

Little to see or even hope for.

I don’t know what to do anymore.

 

All is a gate that swings one way.

The way is out. I cannot stay.

All hopes are ripping at the seams.

The final result seems very mean.

 

The heart feels like rubber ball.

Bouncing here and there before it falls.

The breakups come. The hurt continues.

I wonder what is next on the menu?

 

Is there an energy drink that will work?

Make you feel great with just a little squirt?

Maybe a pill that will work that way?

Make you feel better if taken the next day?

 

Just stagger on your miserable way.

Don’t ever plan on coming back to stay.

Get on down to Lonely Street.

Heartbreak Hotel has the room you seek.

 

Your life is at an all time low.

There is nowhere else to go.

Just learn to roll with the blow.

Change your name to Joe Schmo

 

Then, a girl catches your eye.

Should you give it one more try?

She smiles as she looks your way.

Put those blues off till another day.

 

This might be the one that works.

Now wouldn’t that be a funny quirk?

You’ve been trodden down like a rug.

Now it may be your turn to be smug.

 

Things can’t get worse than they are.

Offer her a ride in your car.

She looks like she could use a lift.

You can ask. She won’t get miffed.

 

Thinking back on those memories.

All my dreams now have energy.

There is so much now to hope for.

I don’t want to cry anymore.

——————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

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The Harvest Moon

      The Harvest Moon

The moon has risen out of the ashes.

So bright to see, I need sun glasses.

It is a rare, very large, harvest moon.

It is enough to make my heart swoon.

With the moon’s raising, I think of you.

I am wondering what you are up to?

After ‘the end’ everything was on fire.

just ashes are all that covers the mire.

We are separated but, I know you live.

I can feel the life vibes that you give.

They are stronger now, I am closer.

There is nothing but just ghosts here.

So,  I  can easily focus on only you.

Let your vibes keep coming through.

I feel you are also coming to me.

Soon we will be together. You will see.

Your love is strong as it reaches out.

You are closer. That’s what it’s about.

Our love for each other is above all.

Calling out for each other. Like a law.

It rules our hearts & keeps us alive.

When we are together, our love will thrive.

May this harvest moon guide our steps.

Help us to make it through this mess.

All is gray everywhere until we meet.

Then, the world will burst with color sweet.

We will light up the way with love.

As sweet as the love from above.

Until then, my heart will swoon.

As I gaze upon this harvest moon.

———————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Difference Between Love And Lust

 

The Difference Between Love And Lust

Lay down beside me.

Make my life complete.

I want to ‘touch’ you.

From your head to your feet.

Physical contact in that ‘special’ way.

The kind that makes you shiver all over.

I am not just here to play.

I want to express my love.

I want to find your erogenous zones.

With every touch I want to say I love you.

I love it when it makes you moan.

I want to not only satisfy you.

I want to brink you to a climax.

I want you to moan and scream.

I want to make such an impact

you will never forget how much I love you.

I want you to know it is not just sex.

It is an expression of my all in every way.

My desire to please you completely.

To let you know I always want you to stay.

It will be special. Only for you and I to share.

I want to take you to the stars.

I want you to experience a super nova.

Something that is only ours.

Seal my love for you in a way you’ll never forget.

We will sail off into a blinding sun.

There to be made over and over.

To finally return home to have more fun.

As we wind it down to return to this world.

We will have bonded in a way that lasts.

We will always know how the other feels.

Whenever one of us comes in gasps.

We will know it is so much more than fun.

——————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)