July 2016 – Page 2 – Word Smith Wisdom

Moving On

Moving on.
It looks like I’m moving on.
It’s like a dark path I’m treading on.
I don’t want to be moving on.

I felt your love all around me.
Everywhere I looked, I could see.
Your love reaching out for me.
I knew your love would make me free.

It would guide me through the night.
I always felt it with all my might.
From the beginning, I knew it was right.
Your love would lead me into the light.

Moving on.
It looks like I’m moving on.
What happened? What went wrong?
I don’t want to be moving on.

I felt we were closer than water and fish.
Everything in my life depended on this.
My lover, my motivator, my all, my shelter.
Now it has all become Helter Skelter.

Perfection at its ultimate best.
Always one step above the rest.
To end it rips the heart strings.
All music ends. The birds won’t sing.

Moving on.
It looks like I’m moving on.
There is no way to get along.
I don’t want to be moving on.

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Love The Hard Way

I think that I will never see.
Since you beat the hell out of me.
My eyes are blackened and all puffed up.
Just because I asked you “What’s sup?”

There was a time I would have won.
I would have fought back some.
But, now I just roll with the punches.
Don’t hit a girl is what my hunch is.

Don’t go around breaking little girls hearts.
They will get pissed and rip you apart.
But, I didn’t do a thing to deserve this.
The rumor mill has really got me pissed.

Beat up by a girl is the ultimate insult.
I would rather fight gators in a moat.
Especially when I didn’t do a thing.
The rumor mill said I had a fling.

It is all lies!!—– Dirty rotten lies!!
My last girl tried to claw out my eyes.
She probably started the rumors.
I should set fire to her bloomers.

Women. ….It should be: Whoa, men.
Beware!!—– Here she comes again!!
She will turn you every way but loose.
You will feel like you were hit by a caboose.

Why should men be abused by women?
“It’s not unheard of.” Said milk toast, grinning.
“Show superiority. Scratch them with your whiskers.”
She would like it better if I only kissed her.

Two weeks later, I could see again.
I knew I was different than other men.
She forgave me and made love to me.
But, I didn’t do wrong. Can’t she see?

Just forget it and reap the reward.
Love from her is a gift not ignored.
Maybe it’s true. Men fire on one cylinder.
I hope this thought isn’t killing her.

Our relationship is much better now.
We learned to trust through this somehow.
A world without trust is a world of hurt.
Usually for me, from the one in the skirt.

—————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

I was raised in a very isolated area.
I rarely saw people, other than family.
I was 21. Strangers caused hysteria.
I knew that it wasn’t very manly.
I was hunting one day far from home.
Just my dog and I. we went West.
I knew that we were all alone.
Then, we ran into a hornet’s nest.
I accidently stirred them up pretty bad.
I was running as fast as I could.
But, the hornets were pretty mad.
They stung me, even under my hood.
I stumbled and fell down a slope.
Knocked myself out against a tree.
I woke up to the smell of smoke.
My eyes were puffy. I could barely see.
A stranger, a girl, held smoke in her hand.
The smoking brand chased the hornets away.
She said “I’ll try to help you all I can.”
“You were stung many times, I must say.”
“Your dog led me to you.”
“I would have never seen you otherwise.”
“Good thing, the hornets still weren’t through.”
“I put salve on your stings. I apologize.”
“But, I know it helps with pain and swelling.”
I was petrified of her. But, she was pretty.
Very kind and gentle. Never yelling.
I finally thanked her. I was feeling giddy.
She asked where was my home?
I told her far to the East.
She said “This area is where I roam.”
“I live about 2 miles South, by the creek.”
I told her we were hunting & went too far.
“Come home with me till you feel better.”
My face went white. You could see my scar.
“What is the matter?” (Did I upset her?)
“I have just never been around people.”
She said “Do you live all alone then?”
“No, with family. That’s all I see though.”
“Are you married, or like other men?”
“just my parents & a brother. So, no.”
“I know what it’s like to live here. It’s hell.
“It is very desolate out here, I fear.”
“We won’t bite. We will treat you well.”
“Just my parents & I. No one else near.”
I tried to stand, but was very shaky.
I decided to take her up on her offer.
She had to pretty much take me.
Without her help, I would have faultered
Her mom fed me and said to wait.
The salve was already helping a bit.
Another hour or so is all it will take.
In a couple hours I was on my way.
I got home just before dark.
There wasn’t a lot I could say.
Except, I went West a lot. I was smart.

———————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

The Enemy Among Us

I look out upon the frosty land.
House roof and trees all white.
Along with the grass and sand.
My thoughts turn to the fight.

Our earth has been attacked.
By aliens for our mineral wealth.
We haven’t given up. We fight back.
Most of us are now in poor health.

We have returned to the rock age.
No modern comforts exist now.
But, our progress, we can gage.
There is a plan to tell us how.

The aliens can’t breathe our air.
They wear stuff to help with that.
Without their stuff, that they wear.
They would die, and that’s a fact.

We will eliminate their breathing gear.
We have a plan that will not fail.
It will work. We have nothing to fear.
They can’t order more through the mail.

We will burn the ship that has the stuff.
An inside job that will work for sure.
They enslaved some. They’re treated rough.
Yet, inside the ship, they will endure.

We have a way to contact them.
They will be supplied with what they need.
They will set fire to the breathing bins.
Make sure it cannot be easy to breathe.

With their equipment destroyed,
they will soon be in a real pickle.
The air,—- they must avoid.
They will be reduced to a trickle.

Those will leave or be overthrown.
Yes, they may return, given time.
By then, we will have things going.
We will be ready. Right down the line.

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

A Good Idea At The Time?

I saw her walking down the street the first time.
I knew I would do all I could to make her mine.
I found a clever way to get her name.
I knew my life wasn’t going to be the same.
And it seemed like a good idea at the time.

My only thought was that she was looking fine.
I started thinking a little further down the line.
My next move was all planned out.
Soon, she would see what I was all about.
And it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Soon, I had a date with her. We would dine.
I wasn’t late. I was right on time.
Things went better than expected.
I knew I would never let her feel neglected.
And it seemed like a good idea at the time.

A second date to see a movie seemed just fine.
Things were falling together right in line.
My plan to make her mine was possible now.
I was sure it would all work out somehow.
And it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Things worked out. She became mine.
We were now one throughout time.
Right up until she left me for another.
I should have listened to my mother.
But, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

———————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Words Of Advice

It will come back on you.
Like an onion in a Polish stew.
Acting like a PITA is not right.
It’s a good way to start a fight.
Treat others as they treat you.
Very nice, like they should do.
Acting out and carrying on.
Constantly, from dusk till dawn.
It’s enough to piss off the Pope.
For you, it leaves little hope.
A ‘sweet baby’ complex is much better.
Follow that to the very letter.
You will make friends and influence people.
Be sure to throw in a little wink though.
You are beautiful from head to toes.
Act likewise and see how it goes.
Life will improve, if not for you,
for others who are affected too.
Give it a try. You’ve nothing to lose.
But, much to gain, if you choose.————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

PITA = Pain In The Ass

In The Eye Of The Beholder

I looked and right out my window
Was a reminder of all the love I could kindle.
The prettiest tree on the block.
It was everything that I am not.
It reminded me of all that you are.
The prettiest girl on the block by far.
Every beautiful thing I see around me
Reminds me of the beauty in you I see.
I don’t see myself in this class.
Yet, you see me as a beauty that lasts.
I will take it, and all that you give.
You’re a fountain of youth that helps me live.
I bathe in your beauty daily.
Soak it up like the sun soaks up all that’s shady.
The end result is that I am a better person.
For nothing from you could make me worsen.
Is that word?—- I really don’t care.
As long as you are with me everywhere.
They say beauty is only skin deep.
But, it is what’s inside that makes you so sweet.
You treat others like they were precious gold.
Something precious to have and to hold.
No wonder others think you are a real prize.
They envy me for our loving ties.
That is fine. Just don’t let it ever change.
Sometimes simple love is hard to explain.

————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Month: July 2016