Thursday, July 10, 2014

MONDAYS WERE THE BLUES

Mama liked Skynyrd and the Rolling Stones 
She'd play their records so we could dance 
Daddy came home and pulled out his guitar
Our nights ended with some Johnny Cash
Grew up with the Eagles and Charlie Pride
Mixing up the artists and their tunes

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Come Monday
Every Monday
Mondays were the blues
Elmore James
T-bone Walker
Janis Joplin, B.B.King
John Lee Hooker
And Muddy Waters
Billie Holiday...
Mondays were cool
Never suffered through
Mondays
Cause Mondays were the blues
~~*~~

Family never fought for the radio
Every station offered something fine
We all sang along with most anything
Oh, but our favorites would bring a smile

~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~
We mourned a loss
Like they were our best friends
Though their music would keep shining through
It broke our hearts
We realized the cost
They would never create something new
Thank God for Mondays
Oh, Mondays were the blues
~~*~~ 

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Come Monday
Every Monday
Mondays were the blues
Elmore James
T-bone Walker
Janis Joplin, B.B.King
John Lee Hooker
And Muddy Waters
Billie Holiday...
Mondays were cool
Never suffered through
Mondays
Cause Mondays were the blues
~~*~~



Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright©2014

Sunday, June 22, 2014

THERAPY

She was playing with some children
wilted flowers as her crown
A necklace of dandelions
And her blue jeans for a gown
There was laughter,There was dancing
Lord, I wanted to join in 
It was like something from a dream
The way that she played with them

~~~*Chorus*~~~
I don't need no therapy
No costly mental hug
Just saw some real-life happiness
Buddy that is good enough
I can't find a better reason 
To quit whining and feel good
All the laughing, and the dancing
Found its way into my blood
The goodness I can see...
New therapy
~~*~~
They were walking down their driveway
Two old people holding hands
Not that far to reach their mailbox
But I've come to understand

~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~
As life speeds by, if you rage and cry
About every little thing
You'll never know, that if you took it slow
How amazing it could be 
You've got to get, some true happiness
Before you can finally see...
It's real-life stuff, when you laugh and love
The best kind of therapy
~~*~~
~~~*Chorus*~~~
I don't need no therapy
No costly mental hug
Just saw some real-life happiness
Buddy that is good enough
I can't find a better reason 
To quit whining and feel good
All the laughing, and the dancing
Found its way into my blood
The goodness I can see...
New therapy
~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright© 2014

Thursday, June 12, 2014

AND LIFE BEGINS

He found her...
Dancing in shadows
Trying to hide
In the smokey haze

She found him...
Paying for glances
Fighting to chase
Emptiness away

~~~*Chorus*~~~
The lonely find love
And their life changes
Drawn to each other
Through a sea of faces
Filling the deep voids
They've become lost in 
The lonely find love
And life begins
~~*~~

He kissed her...
Starving for worship
He was so lost
She brought him home

She kissed him...
Felt his needs find hers
Draw her back from
Where anguish roams

~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~
We're not meant to travel through this life alone
Everybody needs a body that they can hold
To love and laugh with, to give love freely...
Without it, life has not begun, you're lonely
So lonely
Find somebody, and begin to live
You find somebody and life begins
~~*~~

~~~*Chorus*~~~
The lonely find love
And their life changes
Drawn to each other
Through a sea of faces
Filling the deep voids
They've become lost in 
The lonely find love
And life begins
~~*~~




Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
copyright©  2014

Thursday, June 5, 2014

ONE LAST TIME... THE DESCENT

One last time
To climb that mountain
To feel the high
Invade his blood
As he set out
His need was focused
Destination
Consuming rush

~~~*Chorus*~~~
He was flying down that mountain
And the wolves were close behind
His heart bursting with the cold dread
He would not escape this time
He smelled their hot breath on him
He could sense their savage thirst
He saw the shadows closing in
Heard the growls that were dispersed
Every sense was heightened
From the blissful rise
But the descent...
Was the last time
~~*~~

One last time
He climbed that mountain
He felt the high
Invade his blood
As he ran down
The beasts transcended
He'd craved the rush
Oh, far too much

~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~
He prayed for the baying of the hounds 
To come and save him
He cursed himself for flirting so with death
Just as the cold slope fell 
To the call of total darkness
And the wolves overcame him, his last breath...
Clarified
One last time

~~~*Chorus*~~~
He was flying down that mountain
And the wolves were close behind
His heart bursting with the cold dread
He would not escape this time
He smelled their hot breath on him
He could sense their savage thirst
He saw the shadows closing in
Heard the growls that were dispersed
Every sense was heightened
From the blissful rise
But the descent...
Was the last time
~~*~~



Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright© 2014

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

GATE 12 C

Kennedy airport
2:30 a.m.
Waiting at gate 12 C
Roses in his hands
Every plane has landed
Passengers all gone
But he waits on...

Employees, they stare
He's been here before
Returns to the same gate
This year it makes four
They whisper his story
Tears create a blur
As he waits on...
He waits for her

~~~*Chorus*~~~
While she lies in a graveyard
He stands at a gate
The war, it dared to claim her
And the broken man who waits
Every year the circled date
Blinds him that she is gone
He occupies the empty gate
And he waits on...

~~*~~
Kennedy airport
9:30 a.m.
People rush to gate C
And have to push past him
Finally he gives up
Mind starting to clear
Looks around him numbly
She's not here

~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~
She died fighting terror
And he battles it each day
Can't conceive the truth to be
The war ripped her away
He can't function anymore
Lord, he barely breathes
His eyes focus through the pain
On gate 12 C
~~*~~

~~~*Chorus*~~~
While she lies in a graveyard
He stands at a gate
The war, it dared to claim her
And the broken man who waits
Every year the circled date
Blinds him that she is gone
He occupies the empty gate
And he waits on...
~~*~~


Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright© 2014

Monday, May 26, 2014

I CAN SEE

I can feel the dirt road
Underneath my feet
And I can hear unseen winds
Ramble through the trees
And I can see...
I can see

~~~*Chorus*~~~
I can see what life should be
Not what it's become
Embracing my senses
All the wonders one by one
I need to leave my worries,
shut the door, and wander free...
So I can see
I can see
~~*~~

I can feel the night's air
Caressing my skin
And I can hear the Great horned owl
As it's hunt begins
And I can see...
I can see

~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~
My mind has finally focused
It's a sweet and tender gift
I've been living apathetic
So blinded to all this
For once it's as clear as it can be
Brother I can see

~~~*Chorus*~~~
I can see what life should be
Not what it's become
Embracing my senses
All the wonders one by one
I need to leave my worries,
shut the door, and wander free...
So I can see
I can see
~~*~~

~~~*Finale*~~~
Judge what is important
Dare to follow me
So you can breathe
And maybe see...
~~*~~
Like I can see



Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright© 2014

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

WHAT ELUDES ME

I smell Lily of the valley
See grass shining with dew
All the memories are stirring
But the story won't come through
The dancing weeping willows
The distant eagle's call
Close my eyes, waiting to see
But it won't break through at all

~~~*Chorus*~~~
What...
Eludes me
I don't remember things
Why this passion for the waters
The clear sound of mountain streams
Who is the face I strain to see...
Ahhh...
It eludes me
~~*~~

I see children in the shadows
Hear laughter echoing
There's a sharp sense of Deja Vu
But I can't recall a thing

~~~*~~~
Ahhh...
It eludes me...
~~~*~~~
~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~
I see their shattered hearts
They strive to hide
And glimpse undying love 
In grieving eyes
These strangers grace my world
Who were my life
And as I mourn their loss
I fight to find
What eludes me...
~~*~~

~~~*Chorus*~~~
What...
Eludes me
I don't remember things
Why this passion for the waters
The clear sound of mountain streams
Who is the face I strain to see...
Ahhh...
It eludes me
~~*~~


Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright©  2014
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