Month: June 2017

Time Is Running Out

             Time Is Running Out

I had visitors come to me in the night.

In dreams and visions that were out of sight.

Was it visitors from Never Land?

Maybe Tinkerbelle and Peter Pan?

No such thing was happening to me.

It was religious visions for me to see.

Angels guiding me to heavenly places.

I was shown many suffering faces.

Those on earth who are on the fence.

The valley of decision in their defense.

Will they choose the heavenly path?

Or, be led astray by the devil, at last?

The time to choose will be closing soon.

Don’t be caught baying at the moon.

I was told to spread the word.

Let people know what I saw and heard.

Everything that can be shaken will be.

If you’re sealed, you will be free.

There is much to learn and little time to do it.

The end for such effort will be a heavenly trip.

There will be trouble here like never was.

Too horrible to describe. Turn to His love.

If you are His, you are never lost.

You can’t be taken from His hand at any cost.

Choose before probation closes.

Make the correct choice, like Moses.

You have freedom of choice.

You’re not an organic robitoid with no voice.

The day of the Lord is coming soon.

Tell Him your heart has plenty of room.

——————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

The Speed Reader

             The Speed Reader

I signed up for a speed reading course.

I was a slow reader, due to being forced.

The course was by Evelyn Woodhead.

By the time I was done, I was almost dead.

Read faster or lose a finger.

Keep reading. It’s no time to linger.

Read when the pressure is on.

Keep reading from dusk to dawn.

Keep reading and do not sleep.

Keep reading and do not eat.

If you stop you may lose your head.

Keep reading or you’ll end up dead.

I read like hell just to survive.

I had to make it out alive.

I read War And Peace in less than a day.

There was no time to relax and play.

Such a course is run by the devil.

I am talking on the level.

Finally, came the day I got my degree.

Signed in blood for all to see.

I can speed read like a champ.

Even though many others can’t.

There’s just one problem with the lot.

When I start, I just can’t stop.

—————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

The Scientist Strikes Out

        The Scientist Strikes Out

The scientist was working late in his lab.

He was close to success and he was glad.

He had loved super heroes all his life.

He often shared his desire with his wife.

Now, he was on the verge of discovery.

A super hero that would set us all free.

It would happen right here in his lab.

He was so excited, he was almost mad.

All his creation needed was a transfusion.

Super infused blood. It was no illusion.

His creation would then come to life.

No frankincense monster. It was his wife.

She volunteered. Or, so it would seem.

To convince her, he went to the extreme.

So, carefully, the transfusion began.

The result of this should make him the man.

Once completed, slowly, she began to rise.

Then, she began to yell, much to his surprise.

“Come here you little runt” “Bring me water.”

“Hurry, or I’ll kick your ass!” “Why bother.”

“I could mash you like a bug. You hear!”

“Yes,—– you have a lot to fear!”

“I am not becoming a super hero for you.”

“I am going to do just what I want to do.”

“I will be a couch potato. You’ll care for me.”

“Anything I want you will get.” “You see!”

“Your life will be a living hell.”

“While mine will be doing real swell.”

“Make one mistake and I’ll rip you apart.”

“That is coming straight from my heart.”

“You know what I am able to do.”

“After all, I was created by you.”

The scientist had created a living monster.

It will be hell to take her to a concert.

His life was done. There was no way out.

No one will know what this is about.

They will call him ‘Mr. Milktoast.’

He decided he would rather be a ghost.

So, he tried to snuff himself out.

He didn’t succeed. She called him a lout.

When she was done he wished he was dead.

Why, oh why had they ever wed.

Let all this be a warning to all others.

Never marry a monster. Stay with your mothers.

———————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

Don’t Let It Be

            Don’t Let It Be

Lovers crying with a broken heart.

Love is tearing them apart.

Let it be. Let it be.

War is brewing in the news.

People drinking too much booze.

Let it be. Let it be.

People being killed off daily.

Many people headed for Hades.

Let it be. Let it be.

Speaking words of wisdom. Let it be.

Storms and starvation in the news.

Disease and infestation, increased blues.

Let it be. Let it be.

Tornadoes and earthquakes.

Hurricanes and riotous hate.

Let it be. Let it be.

Volcanoes and forest fires.

Floods and sinful desires.

Let it be. Let it be.

Speaking words of wisdom. Let it be.

This you hear from the pulpits now.

Love Jesus. All will be fine somehow.

Let it be. Let it be.

No warning will lead to death.

In eternal life, you must invest.

Do not think just let it be.

Get all your choices in line.

You are running out of time.

Don’t let it be. Let it be.

The end is coming very soon.

Preach it to all in the room.

Don’t let it be. Let it be.

Speaking words of wisdom. Don’t let it be.

————————R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

The Road Of Progress

 

     The Road Of Progress

It was late on a very dark night.

It was coming, just out of sight.

Down the road, it was said.

A monster lurked. It was red.

Then, it was on the road.

Charging fast, smoke billowed.

It roared like an angry lion.

Its eyes glowed. I ain’t lying.

The year was 1901.

I dropped my bottle of rum.

I took off through the woods.

I was running as fast as I could.

It growled and flew on by,

down the road with an eerie cry.

What the hell was that thing?

It smelled like smoke and gasoline.

I was shaking in my boots.

I ran home for a gun to shoot.

I went back and waited for it.

I heard it coming lickedy split.

I fired several rounds into it.

It swerved and did a flip.

It was lying on its back.

Smoke was raising. It’s a fact.

Slowly, I approached the beast.

There was a body underneath.

Then, I saw it was a machine.

Then I woke up from the dream.

I had to call it a nightmare.

It was scary as hell, I swear.

Later I went out to the road.

Strange tracks there did unfold.

Like wagon tracks, but wider.

I took a swig of apple cider.

I needed something stronger.

I can’t take this much longer.

So started the automobile age.

Similar storied were the rage.

So, don’t be shocked, if today.

Something strange comes your way.

—————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)