Tragedy – Page 15 – Word Smith Wisdom

Damaged Love

Damaged Love

I called this girl up for a date.

She declined saying I was too late.

I asked her what did she mean?

She said she didn’t want to be mean

But, she wanted a committed person.

Not a relationship with a cursed man.

She said I might make a good pet.

But I wasn’t ready for commitment yet.

I was a victim of damaged love.

I needed help from up above.

One too many trips to Lonesome Town

Too many times I’ve played the clown.

I have a permanent room at Heartbreak Hotel.

My heart has been stomped & ripped to hell.

I need a true love to repair my heart

Aching for your love & not knowing where to start.

She said I had been burned way too often.

My heart was nailed into a coffin.

My emotions were nearly dead.

Mostly, I was out of my head.

I couldn’t trust enough for true love.

I was a victim of damaged love.

A commitment was just a dream to me.

Running scared at the thought of it would be.

It might be too late to save such a mess.

I might be alone until my death.

One too many trips to Lonesome Town.

Too many times I’ve played the clown.

I have a permanent room at Heartbreak Hotel.

My heart has been stomped & ripped to hell.

I need true love to repair my heart.

Aching for your love & not knowing where to start.

——————————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2011)

Not This Way / The Way It’s Gotta Be

Not This Way

It just can’t be this way.

An earthquake here.

A tsunami there.

Fighting in Iraq.

Depression everywhere.

It just can’t be this way.

People murdered here.

Terrorist attacks there.

Lovers in the sack.

Infidelity in the air.

It just can’t be this way.

My one and only love.

Sent from God above.

Walking out the door.

Never to return anymore.

It just can’t be this way.

So, for what it’s worth.

There is no heaven on earth.

Something’s gone all wrong.

Life is not a song.

It just can’t be this way.———————-R. W. Johnson—–(2005)

The Way It’s Gotta Be

For me———-.

She must be free to think,

to do her will.

Whatever it may be.

She can come and she can go.

As long as she shares her very soul——–.

With me.

That’s the way it’s gotta be.

Can’t you see?

For her to ever be part of me.

She’ll be free as the wind.

Blowing here & there & back again.

She’ll share her every whim——-.

With me.

That’s the way it’s gotta be.

Can’t you see?

For her to be a part of me.——————-R. W. Johnson—–(2005)

Emotionally Impaired Dog

Emotionally Impaired Dog

They have a seeing eye dog.

They have a dog for the hearing impaired.

They have a bomb sniffing dog.

Also drug sniffing dogs who care.

What I need is an emotionally impaired dog.

One who fixes broken hearts.

A special, caring, loving dog.

One that really knows his part.

I need a dog to fix my blues.

I need a dog to improve the news.

I need a dog to mend my heart.

I need a dog to do his part.

I am emotionally distraught.

I fell for someone really hot.

She dumped me like last week’s garbage.

So,— then began the heartaches.

Emotionally distraught with no end in sight.

Knocked down, drug out, feeling low.

There must be something that will make it right.

Maybe a dog with a loving soul.

I’m not talking about an ugly girl.

I am saying a real dog is my goal.

He/she will love me and be thrilled.

I need a dog to fix my blues.

I need a dog to improve the news.

I need a dog to mend my heart.

I need a dog to do his part.

I am emotionally distraught.

I fell for someone really hot.

She dumped me like last week’s garbage.

So,—then began the heartaches.

He will love me with no restrictions.

She will love me through thick and thin.

His/her devotion will need no fixin.

A dog like that can only be a win win.

I will love her like no other.

He/she will be the world to me.

I will treat her better than a lover.

A lover who was happy to dump me.

I need a dog to fix my blues.

I need a dog to improve the news.

I need a dog to mend my heart.

I need a dog to do his part.

I am emotionally distraught.

I fell for someone really hot.

She dumped me like last week’s garbage.

So, —then began the heartaches.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2012)

Tragic Love

Tragic Love

Lately I’ve been thinking about things that aren’t right.

About the way we argue. Then break up for a night.

Sometimes it’s a week or more. Then you’ll come on back.

It’s always the same. You’re not to blame for all of that.

No matter what you say or do. It will always be me.

Obviously, I’m not to blame. But, that’s not what you see.

Things get turned around. It’s always me to blame.

It’s not ever your fault. Even when it’s been the same.

But I must say all in all

It’s been a good life after all.

Despite all the fights and pain.

When things are going good.

And you treat me like you should.

It’s better than any other game.

I like to think about the good times that we had.

The times we spent together were really rad.

I was into you and you were into me.

We were a perfect pair, people could easily see.

We were seen together all over town.

Often with family and friends around.

Wrapped in each other’s arms all evening.

We saw eye to eye on most everything.

But, I must say all in all.

It’s been a good life after all.

Despite the fights and pain.

When things are going good.

And I treat you like I should.

It’s better than any other game.

The game is coming to an end.

I don’t know where I should begin.

The arguments and fights have taken their toll.

It hurts my heart much more than you know.

I can’t go on this way. There’s nothing left to say.

This crazy game I can’t continue to play.

I have to end it, though it will break my heart.

There will be no joy until we finally part.

But, I must say all in all.

It was a good life after all.

Despite the fights and pain.

If I end it like I should.

Will it come to any good?

There’s got to be a better game.————-R. W. Johnson.—–(2012)

Bittersweet To The End

Bittersweet To The End

Don’t snuggle up close by my side.

Don’t kiss and massage my hide.

Don’t say you’ll always be there.

Don’t run your fingers through my hair.

Because in the morning you’ll be gone.

You’ll say that you have to run along.

All will be like it never was.

If I ask why you’ll say “Just because.”

It’s happened so many times now.

It’s just routine to you somehow.

You’ve ripped my heart & tore it apart.

Like you planned it from the start.

You say you would never do that.

How about the times you’ve left me flat?

To you I think it’s all a game.

To me it all seems so insane.

Yet, I’m insane to want you back.

You act as if you haven’t a care.

You say you love me but, I declare.

It’s time for me to watch my heart.

Cause you’re about to tear it apart.

You’ll be as sweet as you can be.

Then, without a word you’ll leave me.

I do nothing to bring it on.

I look around & then you’re gone.

My heart is a rubber ball kicked around.

At your desire, I have found.

You’ve ripped my heart & tore it apart.

Like you’ve planned it from the start.

You say you would never do that.

How about the times you’ve left me flat?

To you I think it’s all a game.

To me it all seems so insane.

Yet, I’m insane to want you back.

The heart can only take so much.

There’s a limit to your touch.

The emotional strain can make me snap.

PTSD is similar to all this crap.

I may snap and go berserk.

I can only take so much hurt.

When I snap you’d best beware.

By then I will no longer care.

The nightmare will finally end then.

Bittersweet to the very end.—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2012)

Misery Without Company

Misery Without Company

Since you left I am hurting in every way.

The hole you left in my heart is filled with tears.

A pool for sorrows to swim in each day.

Enough misery to last me through the years.

If you would flip through the pages of my heart

you would find you fill up every page.

When you got to where you tore it apart,

I have tried to mend it with rapid age.

I have aged a year for each day you’re gone.

I should have emotions filled with rage.

God only knows how much longer I can go on.

I just have the feeling of betrayal, no rage.

Also enough sorrow to last me forever.

The sun doesn’t shine for me anymore.

I see nothing but, wet, rainy weather.

I feel too depressed to go to the store.

I am losing weight for lack of food.

I have no appetite to even eat.

I know it all sounds so crude.

It is the result of a heart of raw meat.

You’ve kicked it, ripped it, made it bled.

You’ve stomped it, romped on it,

drug it around like animal feed.

Yet, I hold onto the hope you will miss it.

You will take me back once more.

You will give me one more chance.

You will come knocking at my door.

Your rejection spears me like a lance.

I will go on crying, dying, a little more each day.

Always feeling that I can’t go on.

Always hoping that you will see a way

To return to me and we will bond.————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Too Busy To Smell The Roses

Too Busy To Smell The Roses

I came home tired after another grueling day.

No wife to meet me saying she wanted to play.

Where could she have gone today?

Maybe to another who has more time to play?

I want to tell you life is getting me down.

I feel more like a doormat than a clown.

At work, my life is a living hell.

At home no one is here to ring my bell.

I try my best on all the fronts.

I haven’t been happy for months and months.

My wife comes home & says she was shopping.

She doesn’t come in with anything. She’s not talking.

I flop down with the remote and my paper.

Go through the motions of watching the Lakers.

After dinner I suggest a movie.

Of course, the answer is anything but groovy.

She’s too tired from being out all day.

What she was doing she just would not say.

I want to tell you life is getting me down.

I feel more like a doormat than a clown.

At work, my life is a living hell.

At home, no one is here to ring my bell.

I try my best on all the fronts.

I haven’t been happy for months & months.

I mention I have a vacation coming soon.

I say I can get three weeks off in June.

she just grunts, but doesn’t respond.

The silence that follows just cannot go on.

“What has happened to us?” I lament.

“This is not how marriage was meant!”

“What happened to the fire & desire?”

“I feel I’m walking on a tightrope wire.”

I want to tell you life is getting me down.

I feel more like a doormat than a clown.

At work, my life is a living hell.

At home, no one is here to ring my bell.

I try my best on all the fronts.

I haven’t been happy for months & months.

“You’re not the same’, she suddenly said.

“You’re always busy trying to get ahead.”

“My love for you died, mostly from neglect.”

“Someone else now has my love & respect.”

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Fool Me Once, It’s On Me

Fool me once, it’s on me

It was just an any old kind of day.

The kind that comes & slips away.

The kind that fills up easy my lifetime.

I was thinking I’m not so smart.

I wouldn’t have this broken heart.

If I only stopped it at the right time.

She came on like a burst of fresh air.

The smell of Lavender in her hair.

Something totally new to this shy guy.

She woke up emotions deep inside.

My heart went along for the ride.

It melted when she called me “My guy.”

Gradually, one thing led to another.

Then I introduced her to my brother.

Something I knew I shouldn’t have done.

It seems it was hardly any time

she was saying that “He was mine.”

That put an end to me being ‘the one.’

Brotherly love only goes so far.

It was too late to raise the bar.

He no longer comes around .

If he did, I might just snap.

Built up anger is where I’m at.

Brotherly love can no longer be found.

So, it’s just an any old kind of day.

The kind that comes & slips away.

The kind that fills up easy my lifetime.

I’ll suffer with a broken heart.

The next time I will be smart.

being such a sap is quite a crime.————–R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Religious Freedom

Religious Freedom??

On that dreadful day in April 1993

The smoke spread for miles for all to see.

Broadcast on radio and TV.

What a disgrace to the land of the free.

Who was responsible. Who could it be?

Branch Davidians were holed up for 51 days.

Armed to the teeth, they refused the phrase:

“Surrender and we’ll give you a fair trial.”

They wouldn’t give up, they said with a smile.

Freedom of religion is our only style.

Men, women & children were enclosed.

Rumors spread that some wore no clothes.

It couldn’t be proven one way or the other.

Responses were that they loved one another.

They followed David Koresh like he was a mother.

A certain person, we’ll call J.R., gave the order

“Burn them out!!” “We’ll take no quarter!!”

Men, women, & children died that day.

They became ‘crispy critters’ all the way.

81 people. None left alive to have a say.

What a ‘black eye’ for the land of the free.

Life has been worse for you & for me.

Since that injustice was done to our fellow man.

While J. R. skates free without any plan

to prosecute J.R. for that evil plan.

Let this be a lesson for you and for me.

The day is coming when we will see.

Religious freedom will not mean a thing.

Religious persecution is all it will bring.

Then, like the Davidians, His praises we’ll sing.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

The Terrorist’s Son

The Terrorist’s Son

Good morning America. How are you?

Don’t ya know me? I’m a terrorist’s son.

You don’t know me, but, you soon will.

There’ll be 500 dead fore the day is done.

Riding on the train they call Glory Bound.

I’m planning my big day in the news.

I’m doing all my work in the club car.

Just how to pull it off without any clues.

The people drinking their beers

and the people who shed no tears.

Will be in for a big surprise just about dawn.

They will have their beers cut short.

By a loud reverberating report.

Loud enough to deafen all their ears.

Two old duffs playing cribbage in the club car.

A penny a point. No one’s keeping score.

25 bags of mail in the mail car.

Will go right up in flames and be no more.

This train is definitely Glory Bound.

There will be no survivors, that’s for sure.

Only parts of passengers will be found.

America, I think it’s time for a cure.

The people drinking their beers

and the people who shed no tears.

Will be in for a big surprise just about dawn.

They will have their beers cut short.

By a loud reverberating report.

Loud enough to deafen all their ears.

As we pull into the crowded city station.

Hundreds are waiting just to get on board.

They won’t have to be too long awaiting.

I exit just before the entering hoard.

I get safely far enough away.

I have my cell phone in hand ready to use.

As the train starts to pull away

I punch out a number & blow up all the fools.

The people drinking their beers

and the people who shed no tears .

will be in for a big surprise just about dawn.

They will have their beers cut short.

By a loud reverberating report.

Loud enough to deafen all their ears.

I slip away in all the panic that ensues.

People screaming & running everywhere.

The club car has disappeared is news

that spreads fast with rumors to spare.

Someone did this horrible deed.

No one has a clue who it might be.

But, they will know when they read

the message I sent to the paper for all to see.

You have been weighed in the balances

and found wanting—–A terrorist’s son.

—————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)