Tuesday, August 2, 2016

JACKS ON THE SIDEWALK

Couldn't hear what they were saying 
I just know they talked 
I was playing jacks 
On the sidewalk

~~~*Chorus*~~~
A car flew around the corner 
I heard shots and screams
One raised his hands to Heaven
The other hit his knees
Like a slow motion movie 
Down the block
I was playing jacks
On the sidewalk
~~*~~

Couldn't see if they were bleeding
Waiting for the cops
I was playing jacks 
On the sidewalk

~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~
Indifferent to the Mayhem
Oblivion's my friend
Laughter's sweet, here on the streets
Always a sudden end
Maybe it is just a life of shock
I don't live in fear, but faith
While I pass the time, I play
Yeah, I'm just playing jacks 
On the sidewalk

~~~*Chorus*~~~
A car flew around the corner 
I heard shots and screams
One raised his hands to Heaven
The other hit his knees
Like a slow motion movie 
Down the block
I was playing jacks
On the sidewalk
~~*~~


Teresa Lynn Johnson
Copyright© 2016
Wrdspnr@aol.com

Thursday, June 30, 2016

LOVE'S NOT DEFINED THIS WAY

She's like a tiny kitten
In a little child's hands
You must watch her carefully
By now, you should understand

If you really love this girl
As you've always claimed to do
Then why don't you protect her
Not find trials to drag her through

~~~*Chorus*~~~
She's a singing stream...
Runs pure and sweet...
She believes in ruby slippers
And she loves fairy tales
Rainbows aren't just colors
But a promise that won't fail..
She should not feel broken
Seem haunted and afraid..
How can you claim to love her
Love's not defined this way
~~*~~

She follows, but she's fragile
And there's danger where you lead
If you can't keep her safe boy
Then you'd better set her free

Don't say things that are ugly
When she's beautiful inside
I don't think you deserve her
But she's loved you all this time

~~~*Chorus*~~~
She's a singing stream...
Runs pure and sweet...
She believes in ruby slippers
And she loves fairy tales
Rainbows aren't just colors
But a promise that won't fail..
She should not feel broken
Seem haunted and afraid..
How can you claim to love her
Love's not defined this way
~~*~~

~~*Finale*~~
It's so hard to see...
A pretty running stream..
Blocked off
Not free~flowing
No outlet for it's dreams...
You're the dam
Where's your shame
Love's not defined this way
~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Copyright©2016
Wrdspnr@aol.com

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

PAINT A PICTURE

I want to paint a picture for you 
To store within your heart 
Something that sings, lightens your dreams 
When your world's falling apart 

I want to make your smile come home 
Bond with your trembling lips 
The ones you love, you're thinking of
Right here at your fingertips
This is what I really want to do...
Paint a picture for you

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Close your eyes, go ahead and cry
Don't fight the pain of loss
Say what you mean, go on and scream
We all know what it's cost...
Now...
Let yourself see a moment 
Laughing with the one you loved
Breathe it in...
Soak it up...
There's your picture
~~*~~

I want to paint a picture for you 
To overshadow grief
Highlight the times, when their life shined
Planting magic true and deep

I want to frame what you remember
The magic is still there
It helps you keep, sweet memories
For when your heart needs repair

~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~
Can you see the picture
Their hand holding yours
Can you hear the memories
The laughter you have stored
Now, come on, smile for me....
And set that laughter free...

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Close your eyes, go ahead and cry
Don't fight the pain of loss
Say what you mean, go on and scream
We all know what it's cost...
Now...
Let yourself see a moment 
Laughing with the one you loved
Breathe it in...
Soak it up...
There's your picture
~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Copyright © 2016
Wrdspnr@aol.com


Friday, April 29, 2016

HONEYSUCKLE VINE

Honeysuckle 
Hanging heavy on the vine
Alluring burden
Sweet trickster to the eyes

The fragrance of the petals
But a ruse to draw you close
Can't see beyond the smokescreen
To it's masquerading host

~~~*Chorus*~~~
 Sweet Honeysuckle....
From your vines 
I must break free
Sweet Honeysuckle
Alluring burden to me..
~~*~~

A great mass of destruction
Ripping up the gentle ground
Spreading like a sickness
When there's no cure to be found

Seemingly so perfect
On the surface bright and sweet
But deeply flawed, when you take the time
To find out what's beneath

~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~
You attracted me, like a honey bee
Looking for that nectar sweet...
Just a taste, to seal my fate
Unaware of how you feed
From behind , those deadly vines
Entangled , can't break free
 Alluring burden
You're suffocating me...
~~*~~

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Sweet Honeysuckle....
From your vines 
I must break free
Sweet Honeysuckle
Alluring burden to me..
~~*~~

TeresaLynnJohnson
Copyright© 2016
Wrdspnr@aol.com

Sunday, March 20, 2016

THE BEAUTY HE COULD SEE

Daddy wrote, girl come and live here
We haven't seen you much this past year
I wrote I miss you too
But I don't want to leave

Dad, I breathe the trees and mountains
There it's barren, you can count them
He told me once...
There's beauty to see

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Why didn't I move when he wanted me to
There's no way I could have known
It's the last thing he would ask me
Before the Good Lord called him home
He would have shared with me
The beauty he could see
~~*~~

What's so terribly ironic
Is I'm now living where he wanted
No it was not by choice
But I just call that fate

I still miss the trees and mountains
Here it's barren, you can count them
Now I do see beauty
Yeah, now that it's too late
~~*~~

~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~
I look around and think about it
Positive could so describe him
Laughter echoes in my memory
All the Love he gave his family
I let the tears fall free...
And I see...
The beauty 
Daddy tried to share with me
~~*~~

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Why didn't I move when he wanted me to
There's no way I could have known
It's the last thing he would ask me
Before the Good Lord called him home
He would have shared with me
The beauty he could see
~~*~~

~~~*Finale*~~
Dad's the reason I now see...
The beauty he could see
~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Copyright© 2016
Wrdspnr@aol.com

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

FALLEN HEROES

There is a way to thank our fallen heroes
For giving their lives,,, for all of us
A way to ease the pain just a little
Though we know it could never be enough

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Find their families..
That's where we begin
Ease their burdens
It's a way to honor them
Our Fallen Heroes
~~*~~

To me, its not enough just feeling guilty
When a brave soul has given up their life
We can show more honor in repaying
A little towards their greatest sacrifice

~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~
We can cry when a hero dies
Pray for those they've left behind
And we can show how much it truly means...
We can help the families
Of Fallen Heroes
~~*~~

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Find their families..
That's where we begin
Ease their burdens
It's a way to honor them
Our Fallen Heroes
~~*~~

~~~*Finale*~~~
And we can thank the wounded
Me and You...
The Brothers of the fallen
There's so much we can do..
For all the Heroes
~~*~~



Teresa Lynn Johnson
Copyright© 2016
Wrdspnr@aol.com
For every Hero, who
sacrifices for us...
It isn't enough, but
it is a way to Thank You...
My deepest gratitude to
you and your families...
Love, Teresa

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

UNWRITTEN RULE ... (Men's room etiquette )

He walked into the men's room
Said, "How's it going bud?"
Struck up a conversation
Like it was a social club

My brain recalled a memory
Relayed Man this isn't cool
You don't talk in the men's room
It's an unwritten rule

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Ever since I was a little boy
Just to my Daddy's knees
Engraved within that little brain
Lists of proprieties
As I've grown, they still are known
And most of them hold true
This list of things acceptable
What you do and do not do
~~*~~

He laughed and kept on talking
I went to wash my hands
Surprised he was unaware
That I wasn't talking back

And just as I was leaving
He yelled, "See ya later dude!"
I came to the conclusion
He's missing a few screws

~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~
Cause you don't talk in the men's room
Unless your paper's gone
Do not approach another
Do your business and move on
I'm not looking for a friend
When I walk into that room
You don't visit at the urinal
It's an unwritten rule
~~*~~

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Ever since I was a little boy
Just to my Daddy's knees
Engraved within that little brain
Lists of proprieties
As I've grown, they still are known
And most of them hold true
This list of things acceptable
What you do and do not do
~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Kane Allen Holmes
Copyright© 2016
Wrdspnr@aol.com