‘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
Do you remember, when we met First time at the Bar, You made the Night Glow, You were the Main Star,
Entertaining all the faces well Known, wearing the Crown, your Blazing talents you had Shown.
You were the Head Barman, whilst serving the drinks, Eliminating Med’s & also the Shrinks,
The Bar over Crowded each & Every night, everybody flying high, as high as the flying Kite,
It Was a place called ‘Down Under’, where every night, there it would Thunder,
with the music that you played from your Heart like ‘Stevie Wonder’.
You were the New Day & Age, You made the Bar tops the Stage,
with the guests in all commotions, rushing in, on all Rage,
Pushing on each other Just to get the first seat, You had to be there to feel the Heat.
I would come round the place, once or twice a week, I was hooked on your charm, exactly what any person would seek,
Good Rhythm, great Vibe, Atmosphere Complete, the best bar in town, no others could Compete.
we would compare & share journeys from our past, we were both equal, never looked at each other, ‘First or Last’.
Moments that we made in the past left a History, we had the crowd left in laughter, and for some, it was a Mystery.
You would hand me the Mic, just to get me psyched, because anything I did or said, was in favor to be liked.
Motivation was your number one Charm, you played a lot of Rhythm holding bongos in your arms,
Bongy tongy tong, tongy tong, boost my Confidence to sing my song,
In front of the Crowd, feeling loud and Proud,
cause that’s what I wanted to do, you knew just who I was, you knew that somewhere inside of me, belonged a crazy kind of OZ.
Now I was Hooked, popped round Every Single night, I remember even asking you, ‘If this was polite’.
Sure not a prob you said, tonight the drinks are on the House, here drink these shots of the ‘Famous Grouse’.
Damn this feeling was ‘frickin’ Insane, just like ‘Cyprus Hill’, Insane in the Membrane,
A dozen Pints of Beer, & a Spliff of Mary Jane, we chased a bit of Heroin, & Sniffed some Cocaine,
It was a mix of all the wild and good intention motives, as our Hearts were racing happiness, like all Running Coyotes.
That was a night of the Glorified moment told, But, without my stupid mind knowing, selling my self to the Devil Bold.
It’s not about the drugs, though what happened next had been my next Conviction, being wild in Nature was my main Addiction.
whilst all negative posers provoking me mad, Overtaking those Obstacles evading the bad, which was the biggest mistake I ending off Sad.
You were my best friend, and although you were Older, you put me in place, word of mouth and your hand on my Shoulder,
you looked up to me too, I felt worthy of being Initiated, For once in my life as a friend, I felt so Bloody Appreciated.
I Feel So Reckless, that I hadn’t known your Past, & when you asked me to find Heroin, I placed my thoughts last,
‘Dirty Mother Fucking Harry’, Stole my friend once before, nearly turned out his lights, and almost Closed his doors,
Put him in Rehab, because my friend was too weak, His Will was far beyond reach, and not in mind to seek.
Unlike me, different aspects in mind, I had a conscience not to get hooked, Be Aware & Not Blind.
Being a friend with this Bloke, with a unique talent so Rare, you’d do anything he’d ask of you, you understand me too, and you too, would Really Care,
He never ever told me that he had recently disconnected, from this Drug they call ‘Heroin’,
they gave back to him, this Life his Guardian Angels had Protected.
he seemed So Stronger than your average man, I always had followed him, Coz I knew he had the Best of Plans,
He had opened my eyes to the unknown world, as he Always boosts my intelligence, though me the Ungrateful, ‘In my Ass, my Tale Now Curled’.
to be continued, 06/12/14
Dedicated to my long lost friend Tony,
written by www.JohnsonMjr1.com