Spontaneous Thoughts at Random

By John R. Wigington

Bottle up your feelings and it will drive you insane.

This is the premise for Spontaneous Thoughts at Random.

A Collection of rhyming jargon spurred from feelings of love, hope, depression and despair.

It reflects the emotional roller coaster of more than twenty-five years from childhood, through adolescents, from rebellion to acceptance of maturity. Therapy for the mind.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Newman Springs Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Feb 24, 2022
• ISBN: 9781638813712

Book preview

Saturday Night

I’ll remember it always, this Saturday night

You close beside me, the beach, the moonlight

The cliffs, they cast shadows, we lay in the sand

Your warm tender skin, I caress with my hand

The beach is so quiet, the water so calm

The rustling of leaves, the leaves are of palm

Your gentle response, the way you show love

You make me so high, like the heavens above

Our arms wrapped around us, we touch with our lips

We sail to our dream world, we sail in our ships

We sail in our ships, they carry our gold

Our treasure of fortune, to never grow old

Our ships will not sail now, they’ve stopped in the sea

Who dropped the anchor, we want to be free

I open my eyes, and I see the moonlight

You close to me, on this Saturday night

A Letter

You’re like a sunny day in spring

Your actions like a song

You move with graceful style

You’ve endured and waited long

I think of you in due respect

You’re always on my mind

I think I really love you

I guess you’re just my kind

The Line

Things were good, things were fine

You took some chalk and drew the line

The line you drew was suddenly

Your sweetness, still a honeybee

The love I gave to you was real

Its meaning, oh so true

It’s hard to take this barrier

You’ve placed in front of you

Thoughts

Sweet-tuned blues might give you clues

But don’t you gamble, you will lose

Find the love you’re thinking of

Caress her hair to show you care

You must understand, feeling’s a hand

Without fingers, yet love lingers

Trapped

Trapped in my thoughts, I pace the floor

Wondering what lies behind the door

Will it be sunny? Or will it be rain?

Will it be fancy? Or will it be plain?

Can I afford to make a mistake?

And can I be happy without being fake?

Will I survive this sleepless night?

Thinking of you till the morning light

And in the morning, when the world comes to be

With my eyes open, will I be able to see?

Or will I remain behind this door

Trapped in my thoughts, pacing the floor

The Highway

After we’ve partied and everyone’s home

I stay in my car, the highway I roam

I drive by the lake, reflections of blue

The sweet memories of being with you

I follow the moon, I follow its light

The horizon is empty, a car not in sight

The highway is open, I open my mind

Releasing the tension, a way to unwind

I start to get dizzy, I’m shaking my head

I swerve off the road, a tree up ahead

My fingers held tightly, I pull at the wheel

I wake from my trance, oh God, it’s not real

A chill comes upon me, I shiver inside

My stomach cramps up, I wish I had died

I don’t know what happened, I guess I was wrong

How You Gonna See Me Now, remember that song?

Depressed in reality, the present are dreams

I must have done something to hurt you, it seems

Confused and concerned, I hope for the best

In fear of rejection, apart from the rest

I drive by a farm, the barn’s fallen down

I turn at the stop sign, I’m heading for town

And as the sun rises on my way home

I think of what could be, the highway I roam

Confusion

Confusion strikes in many ways

Making hours seem like days

Swirling thoughts that plague your head

The things you feel, the things unsaid

The gap between the mind and voice

Are sometimes blamed upon a choice

A choice of sorts that has no end

A racing emotion as strong as wind

Honesty, it seems to me

Has got to be the