‘Honesty’ is Always the best Policy, It’s worked for Me all through my Life, & whoever tells me & those who had, – “A little white Lie, never Hurt anybody”, are of those who can’t be Trusted. & let’s just say i had seen an act of Sin, which concerned ‘You’, with you then asking me if i had seen anything, i would Say “NO”, But How did i know, when your Car had been Stolen, with a little Baby in the back seat of it, & not a moment too soon, Police Cars, pass you by in a rush, stopping at the next junction lights.. Prior to, I witnessing with a Clear Description of the Car Thief, & with the ability to Stop this act, as i needed only 10 seconds to approach him, or make a phone call, or even Attract attention by calling out loud, disorientating this Action, the Thief needing close to 30 seconds to unlock the car with a Coat hanger wire..
following 5 minutes after our small talk, i approaching the Junction where the Police had been, to find the perimeter had been Taped & Blocked off, though as a pedestrian with the ability to walk in closer Range, i had noticed The Driver & Baby with some other car bits & pieces ‘Scattered” in Front of the two Cars involved in a Tragic Accident, leaving Three people Dead, & a wreckage unidentifiable, & let’s not get into the Gory Bits,
‘We get the Picture’..
I Look back to Find You, with a Conscience, & proceed walking towards where we Last met; though on the way realizing the ‘Guilt’, what Shame, I would have to ‘Lie’ to support another ‘Lie’, But the ‘Truth’ is, gaining in on your whereabouts, Truthfully, i had been at your Mercy, Drowning in my Own Tears, I could not tell you what had happened, but Crying to you for forgiveness; I was more ashamed & feeling Deflated, more than You had been worried for your car being thieved; & i Crying to you, “Please Forgive me…, I could have done something to Stop the thief”.. I then needed a bed to Lay on, as the ‘Guilt’ had Suddenly taken over my Strength, as if my Bones, & muscles had been taken from me; Feeling like Jello..
The Moral of the Story is, “Honesty is Always the Best Policy”
People Shy From the Truth, thinking the ‘Truth Hurts’, In My Point of View,
call it Cruel or whatever you please, but, The ‘Truth Must Hurt’, In order to keep Truth, Stay True to You.. True to Others..
By the way, I wrote this from another’s Perspective & what he had dwelt with, after turning a Blind Eye; Now he has to Live with a Bitter Future Remembering his past Act of Carelessness, You Can’t even mention Pinocchio to him, as this has changed his Life Dramatically..
Yes, i would have mentioned the Truth to You..!
Yes, i would have Apprehended the Thief – Big or Small..
Stand up to Yourself, Stand up to the ‘Truth’.. The Past not only Effects You, But, Be at least Considerate to the ‘Future’ of Others..
Based on a True Story..
Whatever situation your in, consequences have their Prices, so to those who Fake their way around, other’s live it in Reality..
Written by http://www.JohnsonMjr1.com
Part 2 I Could Not Save You My Good Friend
I Now had Uncurled that Tail of mine,
having been told the Truth, Relieving me of the Agony lived with, for so much time.
After some research, then being told,
to release all guilty feelings, & for my Strength to Hold,
I then had been informed of the Tragic News,
which made me upset, now i was on a Rampage to find more Clues.
First of all to let you all know,
that this my friends is not some hype, & nor some cheap lie, or a Far fetched Show.
With whatever comes next with at visual replayed,
& before i get there, I Must clear my Throat, without further Delayed,
This is what i have to say to give you all a Logic View,
Describing of the Where, what, when, Why & Who,
I who Lived a Life of Heartache & Grief,
Surely had no intentions to inflict pain on others, with I Informing in one short Brief,
I lived my Years Athletic & Number 1,
i would finish first completing all Tracks, with my Adrenalin running wild, after hearing the start up Gun.
I Never knew of Drugs or what they were for,
nor even Nescafe, or Coca Cola, but used to watch people Crave & insist on More,
Until one day when my dreams had been forced to an Absolute Halt,
with life changing instants character provoked change with a Jolt.
I had been So upset this one last Straw which topped the Ice,
the people who were supposed to love me, forced me into paying their price.
I got mixed up with the Neglected type,
who taught me everything about the wrong & Right,
but i always had a passion for Staying in Control,
with all in Moderation, as i remained eager towards Life, with All my Soul.
I Never revolved Life around Drugs,
but it always seemed, that i Couldn’t evade all the hardcore Thugs,
I made friends with all type,
because i considered everyone equal, feeling All your heartbeats, Now, that’s Hype
What’s for sure is that i’m No Saint,
i’v made many mistakes, with now with my words of Wisdom, you visualize pictures, the One’s that i Paint.
‘Tony’, in all that happened that night,
Still had an attachment on Heroin, but for me it was a one off thing, coz i couldn’t Stand the Drug, That’s Right.
I Now Hate the Drug so much more,
as he Finally Lost his Life, Finally His Lights Turned Off, & Also the closure of Doors.
I did not know His Weakness at the time,
i answered i could find, this so called Heroin, this ugly Drug, this Grime.
I felt this Grief, This Guilt, This Shame,
but people who new me & what happened, always said the same thing, ‘Your Not To Blame’,
Even a Cop who was a God Parent to Tony’s Child,
mentioned to me, He Chose his Destiny, always being so Wild.
This Cop even Said that when he was found Dead,
(2 months after we had broke Friendship), this Dealer of his, had picked up & Fled.
I Babysit Tony’s Son when he was in Jail,
my left arm in a Cast, it was time to rehabilitate behind the Rail.
Though, that went all Sour,
coz when he got Out, He went Chasing ‘Harry’, every minute, every Hour.
I hadn’t been their after he Got Out,
i was accused of an Affair with his wife when he was in, besides she was at Work, & he surely didn’t know what he was talking about,
He was found in his Car outside of our Local Cemetery Dead,
He Injected Bad Stuff, & that’s why His Dealer Fled.
You Dirty Rotten Basted, you Dirty Prick, taking Advantage of people with your Dirty Trick.
Theirs more to the Story than meets the Eye, as i buried my friend, and i didn’t even get to Say Bye.
But i know your in a place that’s better, R.I.P My Friend,
with an Apology as i write this Letter,
I’m Sorry i was not there with a Mind to Lend,
I’m Sorry I Could Not Save You My Good Friend..!
Dedicated to my Good Friend Tony, a Victim of Past & Addictions, though,
I who have lived a Dark Path, can tell you one thing;
Most of the Drug users that i have come across, had been the most gentle &
most talented persons.
We are all Gods Creation, & I will not Stop Association when i come across All types of Characters, i can handle myself, this a part of life..
Most Definite of all, I am not afraid of what others say,
My Prerogative – Be Natural
Written by www.JohnsonMjr1.com
The Power is within us all, Fulfilling desires, Paths we walk,
how many Bricks to build that Wall, so for after we can Talk.
To whom, which may it seem deceiving, and Live a Life of weight and Hate,
Others will find this most achieving, though the thought to risk Will Penetrate.
So, give or Take, Which will it be, the ‘Good’ the ‘Bad’, the ‘Wrong’ the ‘Right’,
‘I’, then ‘You’ now going to ‘We’, Each individual, Will have to fight.
Now picture Yesterday, as it were to be, as i stole something Valuable from your Heart,
Today i see, the Door Hasn’t a Key, as Yesterday felt good to be a Part.
So, it’s a Shame we’ve reached these points, Catastrophically ILL Mannered behavior,
Weakness in our knee joints, a Lack of a Remedy, in need of a Savior.
Circumstances, critically dominant, a grasp to Grip, but only to Slip,
The Hunt for the Prey is Prominent, it’s the ‘Hold’ of the ‘Breath’, and also the ‘Lip’.
What to say, or when or not, close your eyes, nor hear a sound,
the Vessels created a one way clot, either way we are to be found.
Rummaging back into the Past, no thoughts of what the future be,
the good in line, left for last, and all that’s left, will be a Fantasy.
But, at this point that has Arrived, a lesson we’l have learnt,
the Good will stand, and have Survived, whilst, the Bad will end off burnt.
‘Tomorrow’, is to Live for, Though for ‘Some’ it is to Dread,
Poverty, Pronouncing a new score, but acknowledged, when is Dead.
‘1 for all’, and All for 1, this sayings Rare to find,
This Curse upon, will come undone, shall we then, find our piece of Mind.
For each we’l Hear a different story, to make some space, Destroy ones face,
To try and Take away their ‘Glory’, create ‘Illusion’, and ‘diversion’, just to take their place.
So, is this Picture in Perspective, or still within, you will ‘Resist’,
Their is ‘No Need’ for a ‘Detective’, to say you’ve fallen from the Top of my ‘List’.
Will this Nonsense, ‘Ever End’, or will this ‘Sickness Continue’,
It’s not a Race, so don’t pretend, ‘The Conscience’, lays within you.
‘Yesterday’ had ‘Planned’ ‘Today’, so what’s to ‘Become’ of ‘Tomorrow’?
So, ‘Throw’ those ‘Bad thoughts’ all away, or ‘You’ Will die in ‘Sorrow’!
*Respect Given, Respect Received*
*Healthy Cycle for Circle* Written by, http://www.JohnsonMjr.com, 08/08/2004