Month: September 2019

I have a feeling there is something about to change.

I wish I could just give it a name.

Is the matrix being reprogrammed somehow?

Or, is all that just  Si Fi fiction gone afoul?

Is it a result of the Age Of Aquarius?

A quantum jump, hopefully not nefarious.

A ‘coming of age’ of man as a whole?

Or, a chicken in the bread basket kicking out dough?

By that, I mean, it may all be just a lark.

Someone’s daydream while walking in the park.

Maybe alien influences coming to a head?

Maybe A I will have the answer instead.

Or, just maybe, there is something to the Bible after all.

There is a lot of trouble on the horizon, & it ain’t small.

The controversy between good & evil coming to its end.

Where you stand on this will just depend.

Are you a believer, or too smart for that?

We will see very soon. And that will be that.

———————————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

                

God knows I tried every day.

Each time someone new would come my way.

Someone of the opposite sex.

Someone who I could not vex.

I would strive to have a connection.

I cannot think of a single exception.

But, every time I would come up short.

Do you think it was because of the wart?

I have a large wart on my nose.

It is prominent wherever I go.

You would think I was putting on a show.

I must find someone who looks beyond this.

To what is on the inside to see if it fits.

I have been told “Have it removed.”

If I did, it would feel crude.

By that, I mean it defines who I am.

I am not a wart,—- I am a man.

If she can see beyond it, she’s for me.

Then, I can remove it and feel free.

Until then, it is my guiding light.

Will you be with me tonight?

———————————R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

               

He had a love that was much too strong.

It ruled all that he said and did.

It was fine till everything went wrong.

He was so devastated that he flipped his lid.

He went berserk and planned her murder.

He wanted to finish her off for good.

He wrote it all down before he went further.

He knew it would come off like it should.

He knew her schedule right to the minute.

He would dispatch her that very night.

He knew that once he would begin it,

there would be no stopping, no fight.

He would wait for her to leave her house.

He would come up from behind.

For her neck, a piano wire would wrap about.

Then cinch it tight. It would leave a line.

She came out and he crept up.

He flipped the piano wire around her neck.

He pulled it tight with no luck.

She just vanished. Not even a speck.

He stood there dumbfounded. He couldn’t move.

Then, he began to shake.

Apparently, God did not approve.

It was more than he could take.

He had to get away before she came back.

What was she?? A demon or a witch?

She couldn’t be human; that was a fact.

His days were numbered. He began to twitch.

He lost control. He felt like crap.

He ended up in a Psychiatric ward.

Screaming about invisible people.

He had to get away from the screaming hoard.

He got enough tranquilizers to almost be lethal.

An ECT series helped to calm him down some.

A repeated series finally brought him back.

Finally, he was discharged. He began to run.

He had to make sure she couldn’t follow his track.

He is still running to this very day.

Have you heard of the running man?

He is a little paranoid, some people say.

Yet, he is doing the only thing he can.

————————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

                

I can feel it moving through the slums.

It is very evil, beyond a doubt.

It is not from outer space.

It is quiet. It does not shout.

A dimensional shift did not take place.

It is not a traveler from the future.

It is not a demon. There is no clue here.

It is something never seen before.

It is by far your greatest horror.

It doesn’t use magic, nor the occult.

But, it would gladly slit your throat.

It despises all that is good.

It doesn’t respect life like it should.

Even bad doesn’t raise a candle to it.

There is no scenario in which it would fit.

To describe it would be a monumental effort.

To defeat it would be impossible, except for—

Well,  I won’t mention that here.

It would be like looking in a mirror.

Something wicked this way comes.

If I were you,—- I would run.

————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2019)