It’s A Long Way To Never

 

         It’s  A Long Way To Never

We’ve been together a long, long time.

Since being introduced by a friend of mine.

I love living together, just you and me.

But, there’s so much more I want it to be.

 

It seems it’s a long way to never.

I know we belong together.

We are true to one another.

Neither would want any other.

I want to seal it with a ring.

Do you know what I mean?

 

You avoid the thought like a plague.

You say you want bacon and eggs.

Anything to change the subject.

Don’t you think it will fit our budget?

 

Are you afraid of the commitment?

It’s time you started to get with it.

If our love is true, time to tell others.

We are one till one dies, or the other.

 

It seems it’s a long way to never.

I know we belong together.

We are true to one another.

Neither would want any other.

I want to seal it with a ring.

Do you know what I mean?

 

Maybe it is something that will never be.

I know that you want to be with me.

Yet, marriage is something that scares you.

What do you think it would make me do?

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

The ‘Redneck’ Way

 

           The ‘Redneck’ Way

Way back in the Ozark mountains.

There are some ‘rednecks’ living there.

The census taker can’t count them.

He is told:  ‘Don’t enter. Beware.’

 

The rumors, taken all in fun.

Say the ‘rednecks’ are inbred.

They will greet you with a gun.

The women want a man to wed.

 

Most stay clear of going there.

Just in case the rumor is true.

A ‘redneck’ gal is too much to bare.

She will rape you fore she’s through.

 

Some city slickers went there fishing.

They were not seen for some time.

They’d rather be dead than just missing.

What happened to them was a major crime.

 

They wouldn’t talk about it at all.

They walked like a corncob was up their ass.

If pushed, they just started to bawl.

Given the chance, they got out fast.

 

They only gave this final warning.

Don’t go into the Ozark mountains.

You’ll be raped every night and morning.

You’ll squeal like a pig. It is their way of courting.

———————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

It’s A Crazy World

                 It’s a Crazy World

I was there when it started coming down.

There was no more happiness to be found.

All there was, was heartbreak and misery.

There was no way to reverse it, that I could see.

The parents told me to get the hell out.

But, I wasn’t going to sit around and pout.

I went about proving that they were wrong.

I didn’t want this to take too long.

I was not two timing their daughter.

It was all a bunch of hog fodder.

I will get the bastards who said such a thing.

They are not getting away with anything.

I followed my sources to the very end.

It pays to have some real friends.

The last clue fell into place.

I almost fell right on my face.

The culprit of rumors was my sister.

Just because I wouldn’t kiss her?

I told her it was the wrong thing to do.

I’d rather kiss my girlfriend than I would you.

She vowed to get revenge.

She wasn’t sorry, so why pretend.

So, I gave her a kiss and told her to talk.

Most won’t believe it, as likely as not.

She came clean about the whole darned thing.

Told the parents why she tried to make a scene.

The parents apologized for saying I flirted.

But, still no dating,  cause I was perverted.

I almost flew into a rage.

I felt like I was in a cage.

I’m not perverted, it is my sister.

They said that’s a real twister.

How do we know it doesn’t run in the family?

I said, I don’t try to give little girls candy.

They finally relented and said we could date.

My girlfriend said I was a little bit late.

She found another to occupy her time.

This whole thing almost blew my mind.

But, the men is white coats are nice to me.

They let me roam around on the grounds, you see.

My sister comes to visit now and then.

She seems to be dating my X- girlfriend.

———————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

Disaster From Space

             Disaster From Space

I was overseas when it happened.

At first, I thought it was a distraction.

It was much more than that, it seems.

An asteroid hit to the extremes.

Life on this planet was disrupted.

Like everyone had become corrupted.

All forms of transportation was down.

No communication anywhere around.

Back to the stone age in one big blast.

Man will be lucky if he can last.

Somehow, I had to get back home.

Can’t leave my loved ones all alone.

I found a sailing yacht willing to take me.

The Captain said yes, for a large fee.

I barely had enough to cover it.

I just hoped he wouldn’t quit.

Incredible storms  were brewing.

Due to the blast and its undoing.

Several times I thought we would sink.

It almost threw my ass into the drink.

Constant rain the entire way.

Winds strong enough to blow us astray.

We finally made land in a U.S. harbor.

To get home, I must go much farther.

The asteroid hit in New York state.

The people there had a deadly fate.

My home was in Northern California.

Damage there was torn land and lava.

Bad weather covered the entire world.

Worse than a  nuclear winter world.

We had landed in San Francisco Bay.

I rode a bike north for another day.

Finally, I reached our home.

Things were such a mess, I moaned.

The family was safe in our fallout shelter.

Their lives had been knocked all kilter.

But, physically, they were all safe.

Survival preparations and a lot of faith.

We were overjoyed to be together.

Now, we had to deal with the weather.

Global warming was out the door.

Now colder than it ever was before.

We had enough food to last a year.

It would take that long for the sky to clear.

But, with my loved ones by my side.

I will be in for the ride.

After everything, it is family that counts.

Any and all mountains we will mount.

With the Lord as our savior, we can’t fail.

We’ll get by with no internet or mail.

————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

It’s Coming Home

       It’s Coming Home

Early in the morning.

It is coming without warning.

The songbirds stop their singing.

Silence so strong that it is ringing.

It is coming home to you.

 

Way across the meadow.

Something moving in the nettles.

It doesn’t act like they are stinging.

There is something it is flinging.

It is coming home to you.

 

It is coming closer.

Its shadow couldn’t be grosser.

Its arms are almost dragging.

Tail is limber, almost wagging.

It is coming home to you.

 

Its fur is ruffled and dirty.

In a rush, there go all the birdies.

Its feet are sinking in the field.

It holds its arm up like a shield.

It is coming home to you.

 

Will the nightmare end?

Why is it coming again?

There is no way to help it now.

Not after it slaughtered that cow.

It is coming home to you.

 

It is at the front door now.

It has got to go away somehow.

You can hear its grunt and growl.

You get a whiff of something foul.

It is coming home to you.

 

Then, you wake up screaming.

You don’t understand the meaning.

A repeating dream that comes to you.

You’re shaking and you don’t have a clue.

Why it keeps coming home to you.

 

You get up to have some coffee.

First you have to stop and take a pee.

You look out the window, coffee in hand.

Something is moving across the land.

It is coming home to you.

————————R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

Rainy Days

                   Rainy Days

Rainy days, they are here to stay.

They remind me of that special day.

The day we met, and so it started.

Still together, we haven’t parted.

Even on the day we got married.

It rained a lot, but we didn’t tarry.

Rainy days are our special days.

We go to movies and see plays.

We stay at home and snuggle too.

We just enjoy whatever we do.

You name it, we’ve done that too.

We don’t live in a flood zone.

We don’t have to save our home.

We just make the most of it.

It seems to help our love to grow.

Wonderful blessings seem to flow.

Too much rain isn’t very good.

Still love will grow, like it should.

Rainy days and Mondays are around.

But, they never get us down.

For us, it is a magical time.

Makes us feel like we’re in our prime.

I don’t know how rain makes you feel?

Like a cat or like a seal.

One hates it, the other loves it.

I hope, for you, the one that fits

is the one that makes you pleased.

Not the one that will make you sneeze.

——————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

The Box

                     The Box

“What did you get inside the box?”

“Don’t talk about that dumb old box.”

“Why not?,” he said with a moan.

“It was there when I got home.”

“It has no top, latch, hinge, or label.”

“It was just sitting there on the table.”

“I picked it up. It was light as a feather.”

“There was no accompanying letter.”

“I shook it, but couldn’t hear a thing.”

Who thought of this to bring?

“I left last. The house was locked.”

“How did it get left in this spot?”

“My mom is at work all day.”

“My dad’s out of town, far away.”

“It seems to be a perfect 12″ cube.”

“The edges are sharp, well hewed.”

“It’s light, like the metal on my bike.”

“But, it won’t reflect any light.”

“You have got to be spoofing me.”

“Pick it up and you will see.”

“All right, I will take it outside.”

He tried to lift it by its sides.

In his effort, he turned red.

“It’s heaver than hell,” he said.

“What!!” “You lie.” ” Let me try.”

I tried till I almost died.

“I picked it up awhile ago.”

“It was super light, you know.”

“What the hell is going on here?”

“Let’s go. I don’t want it near.”

“Jimmy, I’m home.” I heard mom say.

“Anything interesting happen today?”

“Just that box on the kitchen table.”

“Who’s it from?”  “It has no label.”

“It was there when I got home.”

“I locked the door before I left home.”

“How did it get in here then?”

“I have no idea how or when?”

“Move it to the coffee table in the den.”

“I can’t. It is way too heavy.”

She picked it up with no effort at all.

Then moved it to the den down the hall.

“Your dad will be home tomorrow eve.”

“He may know something, I believe.”

We both pretended like it wasn’t there.

Then, next morning, it wasn’t there!!

“Did you move that box somewhere else?”

“No, I haven’t.” I said with a belch.

We looked high and low for the box.

All I found was a pair of dirty socks.

We told dad all about it that evening.

“I know nothing about this scheming.”

Days later, It is still a mystery. I say:

“Did a box show up at your house today??”

————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

 

Getting Together

            Getting Together

If, and when, you come around.

Use the key hidden on the ground.

It’s in the back, behind the trash.

In a cracked planter, is my stash.

Let yourself in, I’ll be there soon.

I’m fishing down at Blue Lagoon.

If you come, I  know you want help.

You’ve been dumped by another whelp.

I am always waiting for you.

I am pretty sure you know that too.

Sure, I date, and run around.

Just like you, or so I’ve found.

Yet, I am always available.

When it comes to you, I can’t say no.

We both thought we needed time.

Time to ‘sow your oats,’ and mine.

But, the pattern never changes.

You can never remain his.

Whoever it is you are dating.

He is not someone for mating.

You come running back to me.

To be comforted and not lonely.

I often feel the same way too.

When my affairs seem to fall through.

Its been long enough to see the light.

We belong with one another, all right.

Time to consider our relationship.

It needs to become a major trip.

Let’s start being true to one another.

Let’s both admit there is no other.

We have missed out on so much.

Because we didn’t want to rush.

We know we truly love one another.

Time to stop treating me like a brother.

———————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

 

The Evil Within The City

                    Evil Within The City

I am riding through the forest on horseback.

Plenty of leaves and stuff to cover my track.

The sky is darkening. A storm is coming.

I find a place that looks becoming.

I pitch my tent. Cover it with a tarp.

I finish just as the rain begins to start.

I wait inside for the rain to end.

There is no one else, so why pretend.

99.9% of all humanity is gone.

The catastrophe has lasted so long.

I haven’t seen another in eight months.

Those left are gathered in a bunch.

“I am on a pilgrimage to New York.”

“There is great evil there.”, I retort.

Then I set out on my way.

I am still headed there today.

I may stay here for the winter.

There is a river that is near here.

I trap and fish for my food.

I even eat roots when in the mood.

The winters are rough with all the snow.

Food is scarce now, don’t you know.

Spring came and it was time to prepare.

The towns and villages are everywhere.

They are vacant. Little left that is useful.

I found enough to make weapons though.

I had to forge my own sword and knives.

I made a crossbow that was very nice.

I would follow the river to New York.

There are no laws or any courts.

I will find this evil that calls to me.

I will kill it and then be free.

I have no idea what it is.

A transformed human? Whatever it is.

It is very strong, mentally and more.

It reaches to within my very core.

I must succeed for all mankind.

No one can live with ‘it’ in their mind.

The days pass on into summer.

It is warm and there’s lots to plunder.

I am getting well fed now.

My strength is building up, somehow.

I finally reach the city limits.

I have miles to go within it.

The evil is in the heart of the city.

I hope it doesn’t have a committee.

I can sense no others as I ride along.

It knows I’m coming. It won’t be long.

The closer I get the more I can feel.

There are others. He makes them knell.

I don’t know how I can get to him.

He has a small army of men.

Finally, I realize where he is.

The Empire State Building. Top floor is his.

He can reach very far out from there.

Mentally, he is everywhere.

He is drawing all men to him.

To answer to his beckoned whim.

I hear him, but I have my own will.

I hope I can hold out till the kill.

Now, this close, I know what he is.

He is responsible for all of this.

He was messing with the genetics of man.

“I’ll make them immortal, if I can.”

His experiment went all wrong.

He created carriers that destroyed the throng.

His serum also altered a virus.

It spread in humans like a wild fire crisis.

He made changes and tried it on himself.

The results were horrible. I know how he felt.

I don’t think he is human now.

He became super strong, somehow.

His brain power is, by far, the worst.

He can control all others. Make them thirst.

Make them dance, make them laugh.

Make them come to where he’s at.

They bring him water and food.

Whatever he wants. They can’t elude.

I can resist, but for how long?

He is mad that I can still get along.

The few that survived the plague, you see,

had a lot of new abilities that shouldn’t be.

Some could mentally talk with animals.

Others could read minds like a manual.

Other mental abilities were displayed.

Levitation, crop motivation, relayed.

But, none had strength and control like him.

He could know all minds through thick and thin.

How can I get to him when he knows all I do?

I’ll figure a way.—– I’m not a fool.

If he thinks I will surrender to him.

There may be a chance I can win.

His minons will bring me to him face to face.

I feel he will slam me all over the place.

Yet, I have to take the chance.

Or, no one will ever find romance.

I have a girl waiting for me.

Or, under his control. I must set her free.

She is probably headed here now.

Like all others, even animals, somehow.

His minions are coming. I feel them close.

I could avoid them, just like a ghost.

But, I must go with them for my plan.

I hide my weapons and walk like a man.

My weapons are on me under my clothes.

Hidden on me from my head to my toes.

I can keep them from searching me at all.

I have some mental skills after the fall.

Mine are much like his, though weaker.

That is why I was called The Seeker.

I don’t know if they are enough.

Pulling this off is going to be tough.

They take me up to the very top.

A lot of climbing with a lot of stops.

He is waiting in his throne room.

The sun forces away the gloom.

Male minions to do all his bidding.

They get for him whatever he thinks fitting.

The female minions were all naked.

Their modesty is totally deflated.

He sat there upon his dais.

Looking proud and pious.

Bigger than humans, with muscles bulging.

He looked at me with a look of loathing.

He was a disgusting, sickening sight.

Enough to give anyone a terrible fright.

“So, you’ve finally saw the light.”

“Beg for forgiveness with all your might.”

“I am Lord and Master here.”

“I am a God, who all should fear.”

“This world is my world now.”

“All will bow a knee to me, somehow.”

“If they don’t, then they are dead”

“I can mentally blow up their head.”

“How about you? Drop to your knees now.”

“Pledge your allegiance to me and cowl.”

I dropped and pledged my allegiance.

I begged for forgiveness with antecedents.

He had me rise and stepped off his throne.

His mental pressure was making me moan.

Then, quick as lightening, I moved apart.

I whipped out my sword and drove it into his heart.

All the minions froze right where they were.

A mental blast, I thought I was dead for sure.

It didn’t last as he fell to the floor.

I came close to do one last chore.

I lopped off his head with one mighty blow.

That put a final end to his show.

The minions were suddenly free.

They were as happy as they could be.

The women quickly clothed themselves.

The men asked me if I needed help.

They kept thanking and praising me.

I said I am nobody, as they could see.

They took the body and threw it off the roof.

Like King Kong, who was not bullet proof.

They wanted to know what to do now?

I said they could survive, somehow.

Time to prosper and repopulate the city.

Make it look alive and pretty.

I slipped away when I could.

Headed for my home in the wood.

I whistled and my horse came running.

“Are you ready to do some hunting?”

I headed on the long track home.

I soon found I was not alone.

It was people who were under his spell.

Also heading home now, and doing well.

Another year passed and I finally found her.

The love of my life, waiting, for sure.

She knew I was still alive and well.

She had been through a living hell.

He kept drawing her toward New York.

She had made it to a major fork.

Then, his control disappeared.

She headed for home again in fear.

She didn’t know if it was over.

Soon though, it was crimson and clover.

A few months later I arrived.

That is when we both came alive.

Years have passed since that mighty quest.

Our children will tell you about all the rest.

———————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

The Sea And Me

       The Sea And Me

Walking along by the sea.

This is a dream world to me.

I hear the waves breaking.

All the while, my heart is aching.

I used to walk with another.

Now my life is in the gutter.

She is no longer at my side.

She used to love to watch the tide.

This all brings back memories.

Even the crisp and salty breeze.

Many wonderful days spent here.

Now, it’s blurry through my tears.

I pick up a shell to hear the sea.

It’s her voice, or seems to be.

She is saying she met another.

This is what tore us asunder.

I watch a ship, way out at sea.

It seems to be calling out to me.

Get on board and sail away.

Forget about this terrible day.

But, I know that will not happen.

I head back to my little cabin.

The sea shore isn’t what it used to be.

When it was only you and me.

Given time, I may find another.

In the meantime, I just shudder.

Why is this all happening to me?

Is there somewhere else I’d rather be?

No, the green eyed lady is my friend.

I will keep coming here again.

To get condolence? I don’t know.

It just eases my very sole.

It washes away all that is bitter.

But, it will take time to quit her.

Never feel bad about it all.

Pride always goeth before a fall.

——————-R W. Johnson—–(2017)