More Than A Friend

 

          More Than A Friend

When you came to me in the light,

I knew I wouldn’t be afraid in the night.

I knew I wanted you to stay.

There is not much more I can say.

 

The world is dark and you are light.

Things that happen make me uptight.

They scare me and it won’t go away.

Maybe things will be different someday.

 

You calm me down and that is well.

You have a way to quiet the quell.

Darkness moves over the land.

You come close and hold my hand.

 

The angel of death makes its flight.

I ask you to hold me tight.

Hell breaks loose and all is moved.

Stand by me,—– I behoove.

 

Finally, light breaks upon the land.

I will smile,—– if I can.

You have brought me through.

I am truly indebted to you.

 

This world is full of sin.

There is no way I can win.

Just cling to you until the end.

You are so much more than a friend.

——————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

 

The Final Decision

         The Final Decision

If I go into the silence with you,

what will happen to all we knew?

You were my favorite song.

Not to hear it would be all wrong.

Is there anything there to see?

Is it the right place for you and me?

If we go, there’s no coming back.

I am not sure that’s where it is at?

True, others have done the same.

No one knows of what became?

I have considered long and hard.

We could be playing the wrong card.

Have you considered other options?

None that you say would top them?

Things are not the best they could be.

I guess it is a way to be free.

From frying pan into the fire.

Talk about coming down to the wire.

It does take a lot of faith.

Possibly faith misplaced.

A one way trip with no way back.

I am not sure I am ready for that.

You say you can’t go without me.

Time to find other ways to be free.

—————–R.W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

Coming Home

         Coming Home

I have been on the road.

Looking for some answers.

Mostly in automatic mode.

The doubts are like a cancer.

 

You say you want me.

But, you never came to get me.

So, I began to doubt you.

There is something about you.

That makes me want to say.

Maybe tomorrow will be the day.

 

I think time will change it all.

So, new places for me to see.

It beats waiting for your call.

Wondering if you’ll set me free.

 

I never see or hear from you.

I have set my hopes too high.

Maybe I should see this through.

Come home, even if it’s to cry.

 

You say you want me.

But, you never came to get me.

So, I began to doubt you.

There is something about you.

That makes me want to say.

Maybe tomorrow will be the day.

 

I have caught the last flight home.

I hope this is the right thing to do.

Hopefully, I will never have to roam.

If you tell me what I want you to.

—————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

 

Trouble On The Muni

       Trouble On The Muni

I took a ride on a Muni bus.

Everyone was in a rush.

A man started throwing a fit.

Started cussing and wouldn’t quit.

He pulled an old lady out of her seat.

Then sat down before anyone could speak.

The old lady hit him with her cane.

He called her a whore by name.

He got up and punched her lights out.

She hit the floor without a shout.

People grabbed him without a word.

As the driver pulled to the curb.

They threw him off the bus.

He started to rant and cuss.

The driver pulled back into the street.

As the guy was climbing to his feet.

 

Later, I read in a local paper.

The guy thrown off turned into a hater.

He tried to sue the old lady & the bus line.

Said they hurt him & he wasn’t fine.

Someone recorded it all with their phone.

The jury watched it as he let out a groan.

He is in the slammer now for assault.

I hope he knows how the old lady felt.

But, most likely, he didn’t learn a thing.

Who knows what trouble these idiots will bring.

——————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

A Trip Within

         A Trip To Within

Why did I wait until the end?

To try and travel within.

Within the mind of another.

Not talking about my brother.

Into the mind of one disturbed.

I know, you think it is weird.

This ability is only mine.

I have known about it for some time.

I decided to try this trip.

I work with patients that will fit.

I got one to sit and relax.

Said I was looking for facts.

Didn’t tell it all to him.

Just to relax. Rest from within.

Slowly, I eased my way in.

I didn’t want to disturb him.

I had explored this way with others.

Other people, like my brother.

They all were considered sane.

The trip didn’t cause them pain.

When I reached the area of thought.

I was wondering what I sought?

Everything was jumbled here.

It was hard to see things clear.

Was that him riding a white horse?

Dressed up like a knight, of course.

He pointed his lance at me.

Then, started charging, you see.

Just before he ran me through.

The scene changed to something new.

He was small and quite ashamed.

It was causing him a lot of pain.

He had done something he knew was wrong.

He feared his parents, who came on strong.

He always felt small, and unworthy.

He had a fear of getting dirty.

His parents would whip his ass good.

He couldn’t please them, but, he knew he should.

His thinking became warped and delusional.

He withdrew into a world unusual.

He was the authority here.

He generated nothing, but fear.

His word was law to all around.

Else, he would smash them into the ground.

This had little to do with reality.

It was his way to compensate, you see.

They say he is a schizophrenic.

Not someone you would like to mimic.

I withdrew, understanding much more now.

Now, if I could only reach him somehow.

There may be hope for him to see the light.

To no longer fear that it may not be right.

It will take time, but I have a direction.

I must show him that I respect him.

Decisions for him are hard to make.

I want it to become a piece of cake.

Time will tell if this all paid off.

I am not one who will scoff.

——————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

Christmas Is Here

              Christmas Is Here

It is warm and cozy within the bed.

The house is colder than an outhouse shed.

There is no form of heat in here.

Just the oven or electric heater, I fear.

Central heat and air has been out for years.

Almost too cold for Christmas cheer.

But, the spiked egg nog warms the gut.

Soon, you feel like you’re out of the rut.

Your cheeks are rosy, you’re feeling good.

You’re starting to feel like you should.

You start wrapping presents and things.

It is not as bad as it seems.

You send out a batch of Christmas cards.

Put some decorations up in the yard.

Christmas spirit is warming things up.

You play Christmas music and other stuff.

Before long, you’re ready for the day.

Everyone gets together and all say:

“Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.”

You all take a drink of Christmas cheer.

You exchange presents and open them.

Praise the tree with all its trim.

Later, you have a Christmas dinner.

Yummy enough to last you all winter.

There is enough love all around

for each of you to not wear a frown.

In our hearts we each remember.

The birth of our savior on this December.

We are happy for each and all the family ties.

Then we are yelling, “Bring on the pies.”

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

A Christian Life

               A Christian Life

Wherever you go and whatever you do.

Others are always watching you.

All you do and all you say

makes up all you are today.

Improve your lot and do your best.

Leave an impression that will pass the test.

Never be naughty, always be nice.

Make it a habit so you don’t think twice.

You’ll be respected in your neighborhood.

Because you always act like you should.

When you take your girlfriend out,

There is nothing to worry about.

Her parents know you are responsible.

To not trust you would be unconscionable.

You will make a good impression.

Be it job, romance, or a study session.

More people like you is what we need.

But, don’t go around spreading your seed.

Just spread your honorable ways.

Others will admire you in every way.

Hopefully, they will strive to do the same.

Your shining example won’t be in vain.

————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

Missing Him

          Missing Him

Sitting here in a blue mood.

Just staring at the moon.

Thinking about you.

Where ever you went to.

You’re on a secret mission.

One Navy Seal is missing.

Missing from by my side.

I miss you so, I cried.

I know it is your job.

I pray for protection from God.

Please let him come home safe.

Let that be his only fate.

He does it for his country.

Let the children run free.

Let us maintain our freedom.

He fights so we can see them.

Yet,—– I miss him so.

Let someone else do the show.

He has paid his dues.

I hope it’s me he’ll choose.

His hitch will be up soon.

Let him make my heart swoon.

Let him tell me he’s home to stay.

All my prayers will be answered that day.

————————R.W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

A Mystery Bird On Christmas

   Mystery Bird On Christmas

A bird appeared on the porch today.

A single bird on Christmas day.

Not a partridge or a cardinal.

I wondered if he had far to go?

A black bird. A crow or raven?

I gave him seed. He stayed then.

He brightened up the day for us.

Hopping around and strutting his stuff.

Was this a sign of something coming?

Some kids went by out front, running.

He didn’t fly away. He just watched.

He flapped his wings. Then he stopped.

Moving aside if someone went out,

He wasn’t afraid, just hopped about.

He stayed on the porch all day.

He was a blessing, I must say.

Each time we looked he was there.

He wasn’t going anywhere.

It was all a mystery to us.

Why did he think we, he could trust?

At sundown he pecked on the door.

Was he hungry and wanted more?

We opened the door and heard him say.

“Merry Christmas,”  and he flew away.

———————–R.W. Johnson—–(2016)

The Imagination Of Children

 

      The Imagination Of Children

Children can see things adults can’t.

Adults don’t believe in that rant.

Kids see magical beings, elves, or fairies.

Sometimes things better left buried.

Adults outgrow the magical thinking.

They ignore it without even blinking.

But, how real are these ‘beings.’

They leave kids with a scary feeling.

Like the bogie man in the room.

Or evil climbing out of a tomb.

Physical scratches can appear on kids.

Bruises or cuts will flip parents lid.

Police suspect child abuse.

Foolish to tell them the real excuse.

Seems, the creatures can only appear

to those that believe. That much is clear.

What can be done about such threats?

Scaring little kids almost to death.

Not much, unless you think like a kid.

If you do, can you keep your lid?

If it scares kids, it will scare you.

Transport yourself to that world of magic.

Once there, Can you not be fanatic?

Actually come up with a plan.

One to stop them from coming to this land?

Would it be a wise thing to do?

A lot of children would be depending on you.

Yet, how will this affect their imagination?

They must have one to make a creation.

To reach their full potential in life,

They need that young experience of strife.

Maybe, better to leave well enough alone.

As long as it keeps a subdued tone.

The monsters come and the monsters go.

The children live on, becoming stars of the show.

———————————R.W. Johnson—–(2016)