Horror – Page 13 – Word Smith Wisdom

Dreams From Beyond

Winged creatures coming out of the sky.
Showing long claws to rip out an eye.
Run like the wind to get away.
Do your best to live another day.

There is danger and death at every turn.
Watch your step, always. Live and learn.
This is no place for the weak of heart.
There are things here that will rip you apart.

Don’t go into the swampy water.
Something moving. It’s not an otter.
A shrill cry to chill your bones.
I know you are glad you’re not alone.

Demons with fire flashing out of their eyes.
Scary beasts, not wearing a disguise.
Where does this nightmare end?
While here, you are my only friend.

We crawl and slither like a snake.
Trying to sneak by mother nature’s mistake.
Such horrors are blowing my mind.
I’ve never been so scared at any time.

A voice echoed: “You will sow what you reaped.”
What is this? The demons keep?
This place must be non-existents.
How can evil exist with such persistence?

I awake suddenly. Sweat soaked sheets droop.
My mind flashes back to that primordial soup.
I am shaking. Almost out of my mind.
Too sleep again will take a lot of time.

I grab the phone and give you a call.
You answer, all shook. You also dreamed it all.
We were both shaking in our boots.
We had been scared down to our roots.

Was this a premonition? We feared.
Both dreaming the same was pretty weird.
But, the answer was never made clear.
It seemed, in the long run, we had nothing to fear.

—————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

A typical day for me and you.
Ducking bullets as they fly through.
Take a drive on the freeway.
Always go armed. It might be today.
Someone will shoot at you.
But, mama didn’t raise a fool.
You are ready, armed to the teeth.
Your James Bond car is oh, so sweet.
Line them up and fire away.
This is how they want to play.
Rip them every way but loose.
Fire some rounds up their caboose.
Self defense is the name of the game.
Sorry, I didn’t get your name.
But, I sure as hell got your number.
Your car will need a plumber.
It is full of leeks and holes.
Looks like a soaker garden hose.
Think twice about who you shoot at.
They may be ready to come to bat.
They will knock a homer with your head.
Today, you should have stayed in bed.

—————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Running Scared

It is a big world out there.
Are they coming for me?
They will look everywhere.
I must hide to remain free.

Some say it is in my head.
No one is coming for me.
I would rather run instead.
This is how it’s got to be.

They have tried before.
I had barely gotten away.
They busted in the door.
They weren’t there to play.

I managed to slip through a crack.
They were searching high & low.
The strain almost broke my back.
This part they will never know.

What I know, they want to hush.
Though I have never told a sole.
They just keep coming in a rush.
They are afraid of what I know.

I never stay in one place long.
I know they will never stop.
So, I just keep moving along.
Trust no one. Not even a cop.

This can get old very fast.
I feel like “The Fugitive.”
Hiding, to save my ass.
You never know who it is.

Perhaps I can use what I know.
Use it to save my life somehow.
If only I knew which way to go.
I need a friend with me now.

I have recorded it all today.
If they get me, others will know.
I have carefully hidden it away.
Upon my death, others will go.

They will know where to look.
They will hear the whole story.
Maybe one will write a book.
Telling all, no matter how gory.

Bring them all to their knees.
Something I can’t do on my own.
I can’t see the forest for the trees.
Others can do it, once shown.

There is little hope for me.
I realize that fact now.
But, others will be able to see.
Then, put an end to it, somehow.

—————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Time Slipping Away

It seems like time kept slipping away.
He decided to change things one day.
After 2 years of research he had it.
A single pill to make him fit.
He popped the pill & time slowed down.
He looked around with a frown.
All seemed normal all around him.
The clock has stopped, he said with a grin.
Then, VERY slowly. The door opened.
His lab assistant was approaching.
It took him 5 minutes to go 10 feet.
It was weird, but pretty neat.
The assistant couldn’t see him move.
He was much too fast to behoove.
To him, the assistant was VERY slow.
He had actually speeded up, you know.
Then, he realized, time wasn’t slipping by.
It was flying by. He started to cry.
This wasn’t the result he was hoping for.
He hoped the change wasn’t for good.
He wanted to slow down, if he could.
Eventually, the effects wore off.
He looked around, with a cough.
He didn’t care about time slipping away.
He decided he kind of liked it this way.
The lesson learned here was very clear.
Don’t rush it. Just kick back and have a beer.

——————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

“Wonder World” Goes Broke

Hear about “Wonder World” today?
A theme park in a special way.
Similar to the “West World” movie.
Robot oriented, and just a screwy.
There was a ‘Future Park’ to start.
Also there was a ‘Western Park.’
One similar to ‘Jurassic Park’ too.
And a ‘Today’s Park’ just for you.
More could be added later.
These were the demonstrators.
All were controlled by ‘Central.’
A computer room in the entrails.
All robots, be they android or beast,
Were programmed, the very least.
One day the system was hacked.
Hackers took over the ‘Central’ tract.
They demanded a hefty amount.
Or they would forget to count.
They would let the ‘bots’ run amuck.
‘Bots’ could rip out someone’s gut.
Arrogant owners refused to pay.
I feel sorry for all visitors that day.
Gun fighter ‘bots’ shooting it up.
Dino ‘bots’ were running amuck.
Future ‘bots’ were zapping all they saw.
‘Today’s bots’ were the worst of all.
A bloody, gory, disgusting mess.
The cleanup was worse, you can guess.
As the lawsuits continued to pour in,
the theme park folded, not seen again.
The ‘hackers’ were never caught.
They bugged out, likely as not.
Let this be a lesson to all entrepreneurs.
Have it all insured or it will go in the sewer.

——————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Mystery Monster

I saw the thing and I almost wrecked.
It was driving a truck. It had no neck.
It looked like evolution gone amuck.
What was it doing driving a truck?
It was a throwback from all & no age.
Its vertically slitted eyes were filled with rage.
This thing was to be avoided at all cost.
Yet, the fascination with it was wroth.
I felt like I should stop it, but how??
This thing was a least as big as a cow.
It was doing 70 on a very slick road.
Its pickup wasn’t carrying a load.
Maybe, with luck, it would spin out.
Have a wreck and bust its snout.
It has to be an experiment gone bad.
For it to be free is not very rad.
Then, ahead, there was a roadblock.
Police stopping all in every lane stop.
The ‘thing’ tried to ram its way through.
The cops were after it, just like I knew.
I followed them all where they went.
They blew out its tires, quite a stint.
The truck flipped over & it flew out.
It started running. They were all about.
They filled it full of holes & down it went.
After awhile it was up, with a limp.
They burned it with a flame thrower.
It twitched & thrashed & became slower.
Finally, it was still, burned to a crisp.
What was the meaning of all this?
I am thinking I will never know.
Traffic was waved on, moving slow.
Whatever it was, I hope it’s the last.
I almost threw up on my dash.

——————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

A Clown Apocalypse

There is a war coming our way.
No, it is not a zombie apocalypse.
It is clowns,—– clowns I say.
They are kicking ass & taking no lip.
Have you read Stephen King’s “It?”
These clowns are way worse than that.
These clowns will not take any s—t.
They may be clowns from hell and back.
No one knows where they come from.
When your worst nightmare attacks,
don’t worry about, ‘How did they come?’
Not funny. They are vicious and deadly.
They will rip you up, roll you in a bun.
Add catsup & mustard & they are ready.
You will be a meal for one.
What can we do to stop such a horror?
That question has puzzled many.
Best way is yell “What a bore!!”
This will upset them plenty.
Deep down inside they are still clowns.
True, clowns that have gone ‘bad.’
They want the attention that abounds.
To think they aren’t the star is sad.
Soon, they go bonkers & do themselves in.
A bad review does it every time.
It takes nerve, but this is the way we win.
A world without ‘bad’ clowns is just fine.

—————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

When Man Plays God

Let’s talk about something new.
You have heard of the common flu.
But, have you heard of flu from hell?
Made in a lab by—–I won’t tell.

Stephen King’s “The Stand” is here.
There is much for us to fear.
It will spread like wild fire.
Destroying all. I’m not a liar

It could be released at any time.
Rapidly killing what’s yours & mine.
One percent may be immune.
If you’re lucky, or on the moon.

It won’t be a pleasant way to go.
It will be fast, at least. Not slow.
Very painful, to say the least.
No protection from ‘the beast.’

Is this what the world is coming to?
I would take action, if I were you.
Do all you can to prevent such a thing.
Make people aware of what it can bring.

Don’t let man destroy himself.
By an act of stupidity. What else?
When man plays God the result is bad.
The end result is always sad.

It’s true. Pride goes before a fall.
Man is the proudest race of all.
But, there is limits to what man can do.
The end result will be the end of you.

————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Mother Earth Cries For Help

The 6th extinction is now upon us.
Many species have turned to dust.
They say man is the major cause.
He has broken all of nature’s laws.

Pollution in almost every form.
It has destroyed, as nature mourns.
Genetic manipulation of nature’s ways.
It’s bound to send you to an early grave.

Too many humans. No room for all.
First, the lesser species take the fall.
Rape Mother Earth and pay the price.
You will see—– it just isn’t nice.

As a species, man’s days are numbered.
How will it end? Has anyone wondered?
Can anything be done to stop it all?
Or, is man heading for his final fall?

Sit back and give it some thought.
What has your actions wrought?
Is there anything that you can do?
Then , get others to do the same too.

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Halloween Ghost Story

“I found something. Come and see.”
“What was it? You can tell me.”
“You have to see it, first of all.”
“Sounds fishy, but I’ll answer your call.”
I followed him down several streets.
Excited, but trying to look discreet.
“Where the hell are you leading me?”
“Just a little further and you will see.”
We came to a dirty, filthy, narrow alley.
“In here.” We went in. It seemed a folly.
“It stinks in here”, I said loudly.
“Shhesh”, he said. Almost a little pouty.
“Be quiet. It’s right up here.” He said.
Mysteries were running through my head.
We came to stairs leading down.
“What the hell?” I said with a frown.
“It doesn’t go under either building.”
“It leads straight down.” He said, beholding.
“What is down there?” I said with fear.
That’s what we’ll find out” he said in my ear.
“Are you nuts” I said with fright.
He said “I have 2 flash lights.”
He gave me one and started down.
I followed. I didn’t want to look like a clown.
We went down unbelievably far.
No doors, windows, or even bars.
Suddenly, it leveled out and widened.
I think I was on the verge of crying.
The room was big. We couldn’t see the walls.
Cobwebs and dust covered all.
We walked on, though I was shaking.
It was bad. I thought things were quaking.
Soon we saw subway type tracks.
Up ahead, we saw a little shack.
There was a sign hanging on the shack.
SUBWAY STATION 13 it read.
I couldn’t believe what it said.
“There is no station 13 on the subway?”
“They must have closed it years ago, some way.”
We looked around for awhile, then we left.
I went to the library next day to check.
I found out it was closed many years before.
Reason: It was a real story of horror.
Several people had been murdered down there.
Rumors of ghosts were heard everywhere.
People quit going to that station.
It was closed down. They said for sanitation.
I knew for sure I wasn’t going back there.
I would rather go almost anywhere.
Except there. Ghosts and I do not agree.
I would much rather feel safe and free.

————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

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