Biography of Richard Johnson
I was born in the Bronx and raised in the East New York hood of Brooklyn. Got 2 brothers and 5 sisters, not all the same mother and father, but all brothers and sisters nonetheless. We weren't the poorest people in the neighborhood but it was rough. Then again, although it was rough, we were happy and we were healthy. Moms did the best she could raising us and thank God that He helped. I moved out of my mother house fourth although I was the second oldest, due to the role I had to fill as the man of the house. Funny, to this day, my mom and my aunts all still call me if the kids are acting up. Anyway amid all of the strange experiences in life I got married, joined the military and now I live in Okinawa, Japan, with my wife and 2 kids. And Thats Jus-Me.
No longer in Japan, now in Charleston, SC. Alone, brokenhearted, a few months removed from being divorced. Funny the difference a few years can make. Now I right more than anything else.
The difference 4 years makes is unimaginable. I've found my soulmate and may soon marry her. I have written many pieces over these 7 years, which I have yet to share. I will.
Richard Johnson Poems
What is this thing called Happiness And why do we search so vehemently for it...
What are we doing here...? How did it get this far...? What reason had we to fool ourselves? To live true lies the way we are.
I Want You To Want Me...
You say you need me but, I want you to want me. Needing something in a sense is bondage. You need something in order to get something you want. You need air to stay alive. Air is needed but what is wanted is to
Where were you When I needed love…? When my heart decided that blood was no longer enough To keep life in these limbs…?
Days Of Love...
Somedays I know you love me Somedays I don't
Though in truth, I am a pessimist Expecting a trampled heart So I keep everyone at an arm’s length Until they have proven their worth
Here I stand on this balcony... I take a pull and then take a sip
The Analytical Mind… The Persistent Heart… The mind will reason, will rationalize, will consider But the heart, it can only feel The mind can perceive, can observe, can calculate
Here I stand on this balcony...
I take a pull and then take a sip
My body tries to reject it
Though my lips
Have already accepted it...