Michael

This following song/poem was written for a friend I met over the internet. She told me of a lost love and from her emails the following was composed.

Michael told me that he loved me,
Would love me for forever,
But I would have to choose,
The time was now or never.

I chose to take the other one,
Give him all my life,
I often wonder how it would have been,
Being Michael’s wife.

Michael said he wouldn’t forget me,
Made sure I would remember, too,
Said he had a fantasy, a
Dream about us two.

We would meet years later,
Drinking coffee in a New York café,
Both of us would be divorced,
Feeling lost and betrayed.

Then he’d look up and see me sitting there,
He would know me instantly,
Even though twenty years had past,
Seen he’d last seen me.

He would come over to my table,
Not have to say a word,
The love in our eyes would do the talking,
Sweetest words ever heard.

Without a word we would leave,
Walking hand in hand into the day,
And we would live and love again,
Forever and for always.

One day I found myself,
Drinking coffee in a New York café,
I wondered if Michael was there,
If he was what would we say.

Michael told me that he loved me,
Would love me for forever,
But I would have to choose,
The time was now or never.

Tostidos and Vodka

This was written after a very emotional night between friends and lovers:

Tostidos and Vodka

It was a night for Tostidos and vodka,
A night for silent words,
A night of unshared feelings,
For messages left unheard.

It was a night for nervous breakdowns,
A night for unshed tears,
A night we will all remember,
A night of unspoken fears.

No one could have predicted,
Known the final out come,
Until the silence was shattered,
By the blast of her pearl handled gun.

It was a night when eyes did the talking,
When tongues lay silent and still,
A night of understanding,
The saying, “If only looks could kill.”

It was a night of great understanding,
When it all became crystal clear,
When some of us gained and some of us lost,
All that we ever held dear.

No one could have predicted,
Known the final out come,
Until the silence was shattered,
By the blast from her pearl handled gun.

It was a night when we all bled in silence,
A night of unspoken grief,
A night when life was stolen,
By and unseen, unfeeling thief.

It was a night of final redemption,
A night to settle the score,
A night of final decisions,
That matter to us no more.

No one could have predicted,
Known the final out come,
Until the silence was shattered,
By the blast from her pearl handled gun.

Nervous Breakdown

This was written while sitting in a traffice jam on I-4 in Tampa, Fl - I had just found out someone I trusted had left me for a younger woman :-).

NERVOUS BREAKDOWN

I’m on the I-4 Parking lot,
Heading for disaster,
Heading for a nervous breakdown.

I’m on the I-4 Parking lot,
Heading for Orlando,
Not making very much ground.

He told me he would love me,
Forever and for always,
Love me ‘til the day he died.

Well, he must have died yesterday,
‘Cause I’m still living,
And I’m the one who cried.

Said he wouldn’t break my heart,
If I came back to him,
We would never part.

He’s found another,
That’s what he said,
But she only got him after he was dead.

‘Cause he told me that he’d love me,
Forever and for always,
Love me ‘til the day he died.

Well, he must have died yesterday,
‘Cause I’m still living,
And I’m the one who cried.

Said he hadn’t planned it,
Just one of those things,
Now we’ll be taking back our gold wedding rings.

Said she was younger,
More fun to be around,
But she’ll have to find him in the cold ground.

‘Cause he told me that he’d love me,
Forever and for always,
Love me ‘til the day he died.

Well, he must have died yesterday,
‘Cause I’m still living,
And I’m the one who cried.

Met her at work awhile ago,
She lives in Orlando,
Now wouldn’t you know,

In a little townhouse,
On a great big street,
I’m headed there ‘cause we’re gonna meet.

‘Cause he told me that he’d love me,
Forever and for always,
Love me ‘til the day he died.

Well, he must have died yesterday,
‘Cause I’m still living,
And I’m the one who cried.

I’ve got my little white pistol,
With my little gold bullets,
To put through their cold, cold hearts.

So, he’ll keep his promise,
That he would die,
Before we would ever part.

‘Cause he told me that he’d love me,
Forever and for always,
Love me ‘til the day he died.

Well, he must have died yesterday,
‘Cause I’m still living,
And I’m the one who cried.

I’m on the I-4 Parking lot,
Heading for disaster,
Heading for a nervous breakdown.

I’m on the I-4 Parking lot,
Heading for Orlando,
Not making very much ground.

I’m on the I-4 Parking lot,
Heading for disaster,
Heading for a nervous…. Break…. Down!

My Parents Dreams

My Parents Dreams
by Bonnie (Rivas) Johnson copyright 1999

My father dreamed an artists life,
Creations of his mind and soul,
All he felt would make him whole.
My mother did not know my father’s dreams.
My mother dreamed of fortune,
Far away from poverty and strife,
A life of leisure as a rich man’s wife.
My father did not know my mother’s dreams.
Dreams were lost forgotten as,
Children came along. They tried,
Bills took over, at three Lydia died.
Sadness and pain buried my parents dreams.
My father grew old in his steelworkers life,
My mother grew bitter as a poor man’s wife.
Neither cared about the other’s dreams.
My father dreams an artists life,
Creations of his mind and soul,
My mother dreams a richer life,
All the things to make her whole,
The do not know each others dreams.