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A Short Look At Health

I decided it is time to get healthy.
So I did a bunch of research to see.
I found I needed moderate exercise.
7-8 hours of sleep before I arise.
Major changes to my eating habits.
I would have to eat more like a rabbit.
If it came from God, it is okay.
If processed, discard, without delay.
Eat only grass fed dairy products.
Go organic is part of the process.
Most meats are perfectly fine.
Always keep ‘grass fed’ in mind.
Eggs from ‘free range’ chickens.
Wrong oil is worse than the dickens.
No trans fat. No vegetable oil.
Nothing rancid or that will spoil.
Coconut, olive, macadamia nut oils.
All are good. Less likely to spoil.
Forbid wheat, gluten, or grains.
They will cause you Arthritic pain.
Not to mention celiac disease.
Play it safe, if you please.
Avoid all types of sugar at all cost.
Use of honey or Stevia is not lost.
Artificial sweeteners are not worth it.
Don’t take the chance. Don’t take the risk.
Look into all of this on your own.
In time, your knowledge will have grown.
You will see the wisdom in all this.
Then do likewise. Start feeling really fit.

—————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

The Man

He. He is a man in every way.
He. He is never to humble to pray.
He is valiant and he is bold.
He won’t always do as told.

He, however, is loving and kind.
He will totally consume your mind.
He is mysterious in many ways.
He is at his best when he plays.

He can dominate any situation.
He takes control without hesitation.
He never forces his will on others.
He loves children and his mother.

He is a man of few words, at times.
He made his point. He acts refined.
He is respectful of others wishes.
He will even wash the dishes.

He is a man for all seasons.
He is relevant, for many reasons.
He is a man all look up to.
Yet, he always has time for you.

——————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Let’s Keep Our Thoughts Private

Have you ever wondered how it would be
If others could read your mind & see what you see?
You may think that would be fun.
But, soon, you would be on the run.
Privacy would be nonexistent at best.
You would bare it all , putting all doubt to rest.
Many thoughts you don’t want others to know.
Their reaction could be a real show.
Forget guilt and shame.
Swallow them with the rest of your pain.
You would want to read others thoughts too.
Even the ground. Know what they think of you.
I have a hunch things could get nasty.
At least you would never be a patsy.
What about the thoughts of those who are mentally ill?
Could you handle that with any type of skill?
No. It would be a very unpleasant thing.
I don’t want to hear others thoughts ring.
Think of God, who can hear all of our thoughts.
Bare to Him our souls, & that’s a lot.
His love for us knows no bounds.
Hearing our thoughts & He stays around.
That is beyond my comprehension.
I am glad it’s not me, but it is Him.

———————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Keep An Open Mind To Life

Some understanding takes a lifetime of learning.
It’s the ones that keep the emotions churning.
Look back and reap the lessons from your past.
Never throw a bad experience into the trash.
Take the lesson and apply it to the situation.
Never give in to your overwhelming temptation.
Make the best of every experience in life.
File it away to use as a guide when there is strife.
In the final analysis you will be a better man.
You will handle the situation as best you can.
Others will see the wisdom of your ways.
They will come to you for advice in the coming days.
You, yourself, will feel better with the end result.
If it was based on life experiences you did consult.
We are here for a lot of different reasons.
One of those would be to learn from the seasons.
The seasons we go through as we age.
There is a season for every stage.
Every stage brings new experiences to bare.
The result is a better person for us to share.
So keep this in mind if you should get off track.
It also applies to others to explain where they are at.
A broader view of life and all it holds for you
can be obtained by always maintaining a broader view.

—————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Magic: Gone With A Vengence

I heard of a land of magic.
A different type I didn’t know.
They used colors for their magic.
If it was dark, magic didn’t flow.

During sunny days they did all.
They used magic in many ways.
At night things moved at a crawl.
Daytime, it was like running a maze.

Not everyone had the power.
Others could only use certain colors.
They would tire in a few hours.
Few used all colors better than others.

These few were called prisms.
They were the ruling class.
Also called full spectrum magicians.
They used magic to kick others ass.

Thinking all citizens needed a leader.
Such a prism was called a black prism.
Other prisms were his advisors.
Ruling by magic, they were the bleeders.

They would bled magic from others.
Those with little or no power had no chance.
They could only run to their mothers.
Unless they could find a thing called ‘The Lance.’

“The Lance’ could wipe out a prism’s magic.
They would be powerless. A common one.
‘The Lance’ was hidden years ago by black magic.
Black magic could only be used by some.

Very few was the number of them.
Most would destroy ‘The Lance’ if they found it.
Just a couple would use it. They were real men.
If used, magic would cease to exist. Every bit.

Those with no magic would be happy with that.
Everyone would be equal. No prism’s anymore.
No ‘magician’s’ treating others like a rat.
It would make those former magicians very sore.

One day Morvel found ‘The Lance’ using black magic.
He loved his magic, but he hated prism’s.
The Black Prism took away his brother’s magic.
His brother later committed suicide. A real schism.

He activated ‘The Lance’ at noon that day.
All magic magically disappeared.
He did it to get revenge for his brother, they say.
The prism’s went nuts. Loss of their life, they feared.

Many were killed or put in prison.
Things were different from that day on.
We would call it as normal as kissin.
From that day on all magic was gone.

———————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

No More Dares

No More Dares

When we were kids we would joke around.

Who was the bravest kid in town?

There was a haunted house on a hill.

I think it might be there still.

We would double dog dare each other.

Spend the night, but go with another.

Finally, the night came along.

We all agreed we would be strong.

We agreed to spend the night there.

We would all go together and share.

If there were ghosts we would be brave.

Or, so we thought, as we went on our way.

We brought all we thought we would need.

Be prepared before we would proceed.

The faded front door was unlocked.

I stepped through, carrying my cot.

We decided where we would sleep.

We picked the living room cause it was neat.

Dust covered everything around.

Furniture was covered with sheets and bound.

We decided we would explore first.

We didn’t want to feel we were cursed.

We checked around downstairs.

Then we went slowly upstairs.

Once there we heard footsteps below.

We ran back down to catch the show.

But, there was no one there.

Not even any footprints anywhere.

Except ours, of course, was all there was.

We were a little shaken up—–because.

The door was still locked from within.

There was no way for anyone to get in.

We shook our heads & went back up.

We were hoping we would have some luck.

Then, at the end of the hall, chains rattled.

That’s what we thought. We were baffled.

Quiet as can be we went down the hall.

It sounded like it was coming from the wall.

Then, we heard some scary laughter.

We saw no one, but it didn’t matter.

We ran like hell back down stairs.

Some of us forgot some stuff, but we didn’t care.

As fast as we could, we got out of there.

We wouldn’t admit that place gave us a scare.

After that, we didn’t make anymore dares.

——————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Fog

The Fog

A mysterious fog appeared in the evening.

The kind that makes you think of people grieving.

Funny noises were heard coming from the fog.

Screeches, scraping, gurgling, like from a bog.

A friend went outside to check it out .

He didn’t come back. He was nowhere about.

We were In a log cabin in the woods.

Lights front and back only lit up what it could.

We looked out all of the windows.

We only saw fog. It gave us chills.

Suddenly, all the lights went out.

We were scared, as we looked about.

We found a lantern and got it lit.

The dog was barking. Throwing a fit.

We heard some thumping on the door.

Then a loud crash , and we heard no more.

There were 3 of us still in the cabin.

We were all afraid of what would happen.

We lit a fire in the fireplace real quick.

We locked all windows & doors. Candles were lit.

Then the moaning outside began.

The girls said ”Check it out. Be the man.”

“I’m not going out there. I swear.”

“There is something totally wrong out there.”

“Why is there a fog in the middle of summer?”

“All that noise out there is a real bummer.”

“I think maybe we entered the Twilight Zone.”

“Oh, be real, will you. Where is your phone?”

“We don’t have a land phone. No cell service either.”

“My wife wanted to be secluded. Do you want to beat her?”

A scream came from behind the cabin.

It sounded like a bunch of man men.

We were all really getting shook up.

I was feeling a cramp in my gut.

“Don’t you even have a TV?”

“Yes, but the power is off, you see.”

“Let me out of here!!”, & one girl ran out.

She was gone before we could even shout.

It was quiet for a short spell.

Then, she screamed & started yelling ‘help!’

I grabbed my rifle and a few shells.

“If it comes in I’ll blow it to hell.”

“If what comes in” she said.

“Whatever wants to make us dead.”

Then there began a shaking.

Like an earthquake in the making.

It stopped and we looked outside.

No more fog. Nowhere to hide.

We went outside and found nothing.

Our friends were gone. We started cussing.

“What the hell just happened here?”

“I have no idea. Just give me a beer.”

We never found out another thing.

We were afraid what it all would bring.

We told the law the friends left for town.

They never came back. They were nowhere around.

The law made a missing persons search.

They never got a single alert.

The mystery has never been solved.

We wouldn’t mention the fog, we avowed.

———————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Faith In The Common Man

Faith In The Common Man

I’m just a wayfaring stranger in this land.

I’m traveling along to see what I can.

I love all the beautiful sights to see.

All the people so happy and free.

There is lots of interesting things to do.

There is a lot of different foods to chew.

There are different languages to hear.

There are lots of new flavors of beer.

Riding a bike through all the cities.

I get a feeling that makes me giddy.

Riding through the country side.

I smell all the flowers as I ride.

People are friendly and very helpful.

Inviting me to dinner, my heart melts so.

They even say I can spend the night.

Their generosity is out of sight.

I never experienced this in my own country.

Though, people overall, were less funky.

They were more friendly than I expected.

Seldom was I totally neglected.

But, they didn’t open their homes to me.

There was a certain amount of distrust, you see.

But, things are different here in the land of the free.

Things are not the way they used to be.

That is another story in itself.

I don’t want to hit below the belt.

Everywhere else on my trip abroad.

People were very friendly. Is that odd?

I didn’t go to places where Americans were unwelcome.

I am sure it would be different. Friendliness being seldom.

Overall tough, my faith is in the common person.

I hope that relationship never worsens.

There is still love and kindness in people’s hearts.

Just like there was from the very start.

May mankind come together as one.

Make this a better world for everyone.

———————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015

The Immortals

The Immortals

He led a life like Dorian Gray.

His tomorrows were his today.

There was no portrait of him.

His long life was about to begin.

He had lived through centuries.

His date of birth none would believe.

He had lived to see it all.

The Roman beginning & the fall.

The middle ages, he lived through.

The time of enlightenment, he saw too.

He helped start the industrial age.

But, he never took center stage.

He always stayed out of the lime light.

Too much attention made him uptight.

There were too many questions to answer.

It is true,—– he was a great dancer.

He was good at a plethora of things.

Most of these, he didn’t want seen.

It would draw attention to him.

So, often, he made sure he didn’t win.

He was an immortal, that much he knew.

He never knew another till he met you.

He had his suspicions, that much was true.

When he knew for sure, he wasn’t cruel.

It was 200 years later, yet he knew her.

It was his only past love. He knew for sure.

He could never forget her look, her smell.

She knew immediately it was him as well.

Quick explanations cleared the air.

Before it was more than either could bare.

She knew of no other immortal either.

Neither could guess how long they would be here.

Their 2nd meeting happened in the 17^th century.

They have never separated since this entry.

She had been around almost as long as him.

Yet, they both remained 25 since who knows when.

They are still together today, you know.

They move & start over every 25 years or so.

This is all so, to others, it won’t show.

They are immortal, as far as they know.

They have had kids along the way.

Guess what? They are still here today.

Immortality is catching on, it seems.

Yet, the kids also, keep a low scene.

None of them know if they are alone.

None knew why immortality is their own.

The kids decided to make it their work.

They became researchers into the quirk.

They haven’t found any answers yet.

But, there is a lot more info they can get.

Sometimes, it feels like they are close.

But, nothing yet, of which they can boast.

Yet, they live on year after year.

They never regret, nor have any fear.

They would like all to be like them.

That is one he would be happy to win.

——————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Battle Against The Gods

The Battle Against The Gods

I could feel something happening near me.

Strange gods drinking from the Well Of Shadows.

I drew Tryfling, (my sword), bringing power to see.

I summoned the ‘rapture of vision’ with a rattle.

All around the Well of Shadows they were.

The strange gods in various manifestations

Bound with dark webs of talic force inferred.

They wanted the impulse clouds, it was indicated.

Impulse clouds in the Well Of Shadows drew them.

They thrived & grew strong from the clouds.

Their ability to manipulate time, space, & dimensions

increased when they could feed, if allowed.

I could not let this happen at any cost.

Only I had the ability to stop them.

We had fought before & I had lost.

But, I learned enough to now, maybe, win.

Strange gods like Death, Wisdom, Cruelty, Mercy,

Loyalty, Stupidity, Justice, Chaos, and War.

Others, who were unknown to me, I could see.

They all needed to be stopped to even the score.

I cut into the webs of talic with Tryfling.

I severed all the webs, leaving them unbound.

I felt nothing. Not even like crying.

The strange gods were alone, looking all around.

The strange gods were unbound now.

They took on their most terrifying aspects.

I sliced the head off the most powerful cow.

Death’s manifestation fell to the ground in ashes.

Dismayed, the rest fled to different time/space loci.

The sky brightened. Peace came over the land.

I hope to never face them again.——Oh my!!.

Life goes on but, I fear, again they may need my hand.

——————————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)