October 2015 – Word Smith Wisdom

Pining For My Love

Everyone here knows how to cry.
But, I feel like I just might die.
The loss for me is very personal.
A man crying is not a curse, you know.
She was a star that everybody loved.
She was brighter than the stars above.
We had a relationship all our own.
I was always there when she got home.
It was private. Very few people knew.
No one knows how I yearn for you.
Your public life was above reproach.
Everyone thought you were the most.
But, privately, I knew your fears.
I was there to dry your tears.
You leaned on me for moral support.
I would erase every negative report.
You were often on tour as a singer.
I would follow and always linger.
We would meet when you were alone.
Then, I would always take you home.
You said you were nothing without me.
This was something I couldn’t see.
You wanted our life together to remain
a secret. No one else would be the same.
Then came that day you took that plane.
I would come later, I had explained.
I couldn’t tell you of my fear of flying.
I knew if I did it would lead to dying.
Then, the plane you were on went down.
All my dreams smashed into the ground.
The thought of you dying in despair.
I feel I really should have been there.
My life and my love is gone.
And I was too afraid to come along.
There is absolutely nothing I can do.
My heart has died along with you.

————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

A Better Way

The world today is such a mess.
It was all predicted, I guess.
The Bible has warned of such a time.
I can’t claim this time as mine.
I grew up in the decade of the 50’s.
It was even better than the 60’s.
Not a lot of money to go around.
But, things were cheap in town.
It was a peaceful time, for sure.
No social unrest, as it were.
A country setting was my life.
Here you seldom saw a fight.
We rode bikes to get around.
It was good exercise, I have found.
With several friends and my dog.
Fresh, clean air, above the fog.
Outside fun all the time.
No computers to occupy our mind.
Radio, then later B & W TV.
That was entertainment to me.
Religion was a big part of life.
Things were simpler. Way less strife.
I would love to go back again.
But, that can’t be, my friend.
Just take in stride what I say.
At one time, there was a better way.
Maybe there can be again.
It depends on how all this ends.

———————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Free Help Shot Down

I made a discovery that would help all.
It was worth money if I made a call.
But, I said no. All should see this.
The internet was a way that won’t miss.
It will be different than other ads.
Nothing to sell, just information to add.
Tell how to activate your central core.
A series of exercises and no more.
Those who followed this got results.
In no time, my presentation denotes,
that this information is in demand.
The hits were astronomical, man!!
The message will give you a 6 pak.
You’ll be slim, your belly flat.
Just 8 minutes, 3 times a week.
Results are fast if you meet
each goal that is made clear.
You have absolutely nothing to fear.
There is no charge. It is free.
I want the best for you, you see.

Very soon, the pressure came down.
“Shut down your web site, you clown.”
Diet companies and related businesses.
They would lose millions if I persisted.
They said I would do jail time.
They would take everything that is mine.
What has happened to the American way?
I guess it doesn’t exist today.
Everything is geared to money.
Those who control it are not funny.
Never threaten their way of life.
They might stop you with a knife.
For those who didn’t download my web,
It is too late now. I stop or I’m dead.
I don’t want anyone to have a belly.
Especially if you tried till you are silly
just to reduce the size of your gut.
I know you feel you are in a rut.
But, I am now barred from helping anyone
until the day of kingdom come.
Hopefully, enough of you have copies of it .
Share with others. Let them have a fit.
There is little freedom, really, today.
So make the most of it in every way.

——————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Music Of Love

There is music ringing in the air.
I can hear it singing everywhere.
Sweeter than honey from the hive.
My spirits raise & I come alive.

Then, suddenly, I began to see.
The music is inside of me.
I have become so into you.
The music rings of you. It’s true.

It is like when the angels sing.
You are my all & everything.
The music of life rings true.
When that life is with you.

I am floating in the clouds.
The music is playing really loud.
I am oblivious to any others.
Except for you. To this I shudder

I cannot think of anyone else.
I cannot even think of self.
You have taken over my mind.
Just sweet music all the time.

What’s this? I see you dancing to?
You say “It’s because I’m into you.”
My heart soars to a greater height.
I am higher than a kite.

——————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

A Mystery To Me

She is always a mystery to me.
I often wonder? How can it be?
The fact she stays by my side.
Sometimes my brain is fried.
Yet, she takes it all in stride.
Thank God, I have never lied.
I have been faithful to the end.
She is much more than a friend.
She knows, no matter what.
I will always be true. What luck.
She is always a mystery to me.
She has what it takes, you see.
She could do way better than me.
Yet, she says with me she is free.
She is faithful, without question.
She won’t go in a different direction.
She says I make her laugh a lot.
I am so glad she tied the knot.
She says there is more to this.
I am a prize she couldn’t miss.
She is always a mystery to me.
I ask “What do you see?”
I am down on one knee.
“My love is kneeling to me.”
She always says things like that.
I always know just where I’m at.
She make me feel better than I am.
I know,—- for I am the man.
I know I have many short comings.
But, with her, I don’t need re-plumbing.
Yet, she is always a mystery to me.

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Country Life

It’s a country life for me.
Just that feeling of being free.
A walk to lower your stress.
Country smells do the rest.
All the sights help you too.
Nature will feel close to you.
Breathe that clean country air.
Birds are singing everywhere.
Neighbors are friendly as can be.
You’re treated like kinfolk. Wait & see.
Walk through fields of wheat.
Eat fresh food. All you can eat.
Take a hike in the woods.
Butterflies will kiss you, if they could.
Go fishing in lake or stream.
Life is as peaceful as it seems.
It’s a great place to raise your kids.
You won’t nut up and flip your lid.
There is no smog to choke you up.
Go outside & play with your mutt.
Ride your bike to the swimming hole.
Life here is fun. Just take it slow.
Enjoy all these gifts from God.
There are no weirdo’s, looking odd.
Once you’re here and settled in,
you will be happy. Bring a friend.

———————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

No Help Coming

I was targeted by someone.
Or, maybe, it was by something.
My internet access is no more.
I threw my phone out the door.
All electronics won’t work.
I don’t think it is a quirk.
No one else is affected so.
I don’t know where to go?
I called the power company for help.
They said: “All is o.k.” I said: “ See YELP.”
I gave them a nasty review.
My girl said: “Someone is coming for you.”
“They have white coats & a butterfly net.”
I said: “I have not gone crazy yet.”
Someone has destroyed my life.
Wiped out all credit and the like.
No more bank records. I am broke.
Fired from work for a fictitious note.
I can’t buy gas. I can’t buy food.
Nothing will improve my mood.
Did the government do all this?
Soon, they will tell you when to piss.
I have to figure this mess out.
I might be becoming psychotic, no doubt.
It won’t help to maim and murder.
I’d go to jail before it went further.
At least there I have 3 hots and a cot.
Is that better than this mess? Or not?

I’m in the soup line on skid row.
I have nowhere else to go.
Waiting to get in a homeless shelter.
It is hot and I’m in a swelter.
I can’t find work. I need references.
I no longer exist on internet, my guess is.
I am an invisible man without a country.
I feel like hanging myself from some tree.
What has happened to ‘the American way?’
Somehow I have gone astray.
I have been cut down in my prime.
I might as well be doing time.
There seems to be no way out for me.
So much for ‘the land of the free.’

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

She’s Not The Marrying Kind

I was thinking of another life.
One where you would be my wife.
Is that such a farfetched dream?
I would treat you like a queen.

You don’t want to hear such guff.
Sometimes I think it’s just a bluff.
What would be so bad to be married?
But, that idea, you never carried.

You were all for living together.
Anything more, you’d say “Never!”
Were you just being mean to me?
Or, is there something else to see?

Fly away little bird. Fly to your love.
Be with her always, you turtle dove.
Love in nature is beautiful to see.
It should be the same for you & me.
We are committed & together.
But, will we withstand any weather?
Make the commitment to never leave.
‘Till death do us part’, we can achieve.

We have been together awhile now.
I don’t think one of us will take the bow.
Decide it is time to up and leave.
Let’s give it a permanent reprieve.

Set a date & exchange our vows.
That commitment will last, somehow.
Nothing to fear except fear itself.
It is better than sitting on a shelf.

Take your time and think it over.
Lay down here in this field of clover.
Let you mind relax and drift.
Concentrate on this perfect fit.

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Halloween Ghost Story

“I found something. Come and see.”
“What was it? You can tell me.”
“You have to see it, first of all.”
“Sounds fishy, but I’ll answer your call.”
I followed him down several streets.
Excited, but trying to look discreet.
“Where the hell are you leading me?”
“Just a little further and you will see.”
We came to a dirty, filthy, narrow alley.
“In here.” We went in. It seemed a folly.
“It stinks in here”, I said loudly.
“Shhesh”, he said. Almost a little pouty.
“Be quiet. It’s right up here.” He said.
Mysteries were running through my head.
We came to stairs leading down.
“What the hell?” I said with a frown.
“It doesn’t go under either building.”
“It leads straight down.” He said, beholding.
“What is down there?” I said with fear.
That’s what we’ll find out” he said in my ear.
“Are you nuts” I said with fright.
He said “I have 2 flash lights.”
He gave me one and started down.
I followed. I didn’t want to look like a clown.
We went down unbelievably far.
No doors, windows, or even bars.
Suddenly, it leveled out and widened.
I think I was on the verge of crying.
The room was big. We couldn’t see the walls.
Cobwebs and dust covered all.
We walked on, though I was shaking.
It was bad. I thought things were quaking.
Soon we saw subway type tracks.
Up ahead, we saw a little shack.
There was a sign hanging on the shack.
SUBWAY STATION 13 it read.
I couldn’t believe what it said.
“There is no station 13 on the subway?”
“They must have closed it years ago, some way.”
We looked around for awhile, then we left.
I went to the library next day to check.
I found out it was closed many years before.
Reason: It was a real story of horror.
Several people had been murdered down there.
Rumors of ghosts were heard everywhere.
People quit going to that station.
It was closed down. They said for sanitation.
I knew for sure I wasn’t going back there.
I would rather go almost anywhere.
Except there. Ghosts and I do not agree.
I would much rather feel safe and free.

————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Can Opener Problems

Have you ever tried to open a can?
My wife couldn’t either. I’m the man.
The electric can opener wouldn’t work.
It made noise, but it wouldn’t cut dirt.
It wouldn’t even make a hole in the can.
I worked up a sweat and needed a fan.
Finally, I looked for a manual opener.
It was hard to find,—- to be sure.
It made a hole in the can okay.
But, it was super hard to use anyway.
It took all my strength to turn the handle.
Now I know why I replaced the manual.
After making Nixon sound like a saint,
I felt really tired and about to faint.
I succeeded in getting the can open.
It was a can of beans. No great token.
Hardly worth the effort at all.
I should have found a way to stall.
Come up with something else to eat.
Like take out. Now that would be a treat.

——————————-R, W, Johnson—–(2015)