Tragedy – Page 2 – Word Smith Wisdom

The Cyber Blues

See the big bird coming out of the sky.
It brings cyber savings. Man, I’m flying high.
It’s cyber Monday and I’m surfing the web.
So many savings, I’m going out of my head.
Buy now!!
Every site I go to, prices are cut to the max.
I can save a bundle, even if I pay tax.
Savings on electronics, savings on tools.
Computer work faster. I’m nobody’s fool.
Buy Now!!
Savings on all my favorite outdoor stuff.
Buy it right now. Getting through is tuff.
Buy a bigger screen TV, and laptop too.
So many things, I don’t know what to do?
Buy Now!!
What is this? Should I be concerned?
All my credit cards maxed. I’m burned.
My wife will kill me if she finds this out.
I forgot her gift—-. All I can do is pout.
Buy Now!!

——————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

A Secret Project Is Coming

A secret project has been underway.
It is about to be unveiled any day.
A shroud, or so to speak, will fall.
It will make us invisible to all.
It could be made to cover the entire U.S.
Or, only a small town. Take a guess.
All within it would step out of time.
All within would not age, which is fine.
Time will seem to pass normally within.
Outside, the same time period will be ages to them.
All within the shroud will cease to exist.
Those outside will not be able to get a fix.
Because, inside, they have been shifted in time.
They are in a world of their own all of the time.
This will lead to a perfect society within.
It will be a Shangri-La to all inside then.
At least, that is how the theory goes.
The truth is that no one really knows.
But, it is not hard to figure this won’t be true.
To think all can be of one accord is a fool.
When the shroud finally comes down.
If there is other people around?
They won’t believe how the people behave.
It is possible they would all be depraved.
A bunch of raving lunatics.
Now, you may not agree with this.
But, I don’t believe man can live in this situation.
It would not be like living on a plantation.
Man is man, and man he will be.
He will be what he wants to be, you see.
If this ever happens, don’t think it is great.
Man is best not to try to control his fate.

—————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Digital Socialism

I don’t know how it came to be.
It just sort of snuck up on me.
This new way of doing business.
This Social Credit they insist.
A digital dictatorship for sure.
It just came on like a blur.
They control all I say and do.
I’m sure it’s also true for you.
If you mind your P’s and Q’s.
You’ll be o.k. in your shoes.
But, slip up just one little bit.
Then, you’ll be in deep shit.
Grow prosperous and feel free.
But, play by their rules, you see.
Have you read the book 1984?
Is it knocking at our door?
Open your eyes & look around.
Can’t you see what’s coming down?.
Yes, in this digital, A I age we are in.
It could happen anywhere. Let it begin.

————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

A Bizarre Day

Playing with my dog on a sunny day.
Chasing what I threw as we went on our way.
Before long, we were in the woods.
He ran around investigating, like he should.
Before long, he brought back a backpack.
Now why in the world did he do that?
I told him to show me. He led the way.
This was becoming an interesting day.
In the bushes, something was hidden.
It was a dead body looking forbidden.
A male of high school age, it seemed.
I could see no injury. He was clean.
Yet someone must have hidden him there.
I got the feeling I should beware.
I quickly called the police on my phone.
Then, we waited there all alone.
Before long, a couple policemen arrived.
They checked the kid to see if he was alive.
He wasn’t, so they taped off the area.
He said: “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare ya.”
“Am I a suspect? My dog found the body.”
“No”, he said, then smiled kind of oddly.
“What killed him? Do you know?”
“That would be the corner’s show.”
“We’ll call forensics and the corner.”
“Once they are done, we might know for sure.”
They questioned me for a little while.
Took my address and said with a smile.
“You can go. Well call if we need you.”
I heard later that the body disappeared.
Now, let me tell you, that was weird.
He vanished while the cops were looking at him.
It was just like he had never been.
Twilight Zone type of stuff for sure.
So much for my walk with my cur.

—————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Well Worth It

She loved deep and she loved strong.
Not many like her ever come along.
The perfect girl anyone could have.
Why did she end up with such a cad?
Many would want her as their girl.
So sweet & loving.— Such a thrill.
Then someone like him ruined her.
He treated her badly. Such a cur.
I would of treated her like a queen.
She would never worry in between.
I would always be faithful and true.
Surely, my mama didn’t raise no fool.
She was too trusting till she met him.
Oh, what a predicament he put her in.
She came out crushed & scared for life.
She would have made the perfect wife.
Curse this beast and all he’s done.
She may never be able to have fun.
She will always be untrusting of men.
He’s to blame for the pickle were in.
It will take a lifetime of loving work.
A job I would take on, and not shirk.
To save one as precious as her,
anything is worth it. That’s for sure.

————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

What The Heart Takes

Only love can break a heart,
Only love can mend it again.
Once the heart is torn apart.
Love can cause it to mend.

But, there will still be scars.
And a fragile emotional state.
The fragile emotional heart,
prevents love from being great.

This fate has been overcome.
It takes work from both parties.
It can’t be done by only one.
But, once achieved, the heart is free.

What is achieved is called trust.
Destroyed when the heart broke.
Without it a relationship is only lust.
With it, you are one lucky bloke.

Trust is the keystone of love that lasts.
Love will bloom, but not without it.
With it, your love life will be a blast.
It will become the best you can get.

So, I pray you never get a broken heart.
Never have to go through that heartache.
If you do, here’s how to make a new start.
Trust. It’s the key. It’s what the heart takes.

——————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Speed Kills

Yesterday I was tearing up the road.
Up ahead, a truck, with a heavy load.
“Out of my way. I got a license to fly.”
The truck pulled over and let me by.

In my mirror, I saw a motorcycle.
Up the middle is where he might go.
Sure enough, he started to come on by.
I opened my door and made him fly.

I’m a terror on wheels, ripping up the road.
If you’re in my way, I’ll knock you out cold.
I’ve got 4-11 gears and dual exhausts.
Fuel injection. I can really get lost.

When walking, I wouldn’t hurt an ant.
In my car,—- I rave and rant.
If people are slow, I pass them on the right.
I am twice as bad when driving at night.

I live for speed and speed loves me.
I go so fast, the world’s a blur to see.
Maybe I should slow down. I see spots.
The lines in the road look like dots.

Then it happened. The cops are after me.
By then, my tail lights was all they could see.
I made a left, then another quick right.
Shut it down, off with the lights.

They went cruising by, it was late at night.
I went the other way. I was soon out of sight.
They can’t catch me. I’m as fast as lightening.
I am so fast, at times it is frightening.

On my tombstone, the epitaph will read.
Everywhere he went with speed.
But, he couldn’t outrun death.
So here he lies, buried in his Vette.

———————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

He Stayed On The Bus

He saw what was going on.
He saw it from the bus he was on.
Three thugs beating the hell out of a guy.
He just sat there and wondered why?

He just stayed on the bus.
He didn’t yell to stop the fuss.
He didn’t get off to try and help.
Was he worried about himself?
He just stayed on the bus.
He was just like most of us.

Soon, the one fell to the ground.
They started kicking him all around.
He was bleeding from mouth and ears.
Gasping for breath between his tears.

He didn’t get off the bus.
He didn’t try to stop the fuss.
He was just like most of us.
He did call 911 in a rush.
Hopefully, help will come in time.
Otherwise, he paid no mind.

They kicked him till he didn’t move.
Then they robbed him of his shoes.
They took his wallet and his watch.
Then, they kicked him in the crotch.

He just stayed on the bus.
He didn’t yell to stop the fuss.
He didn’t get off to try and help.
Was he worried about himself?
He just stayed on the bus.
He was just like most of us.

The bus pulled away from the curb.
A siren was the last he heard.
He heard later a man was killed.
It did give him a little chill.

———————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Whispers On The Wind

I heard a whisper on the wind.
It told me that you had sinned.
The whisper said you were not true.
It told me not to be a fool.

Where did that whisper come from?
The same whisper that said you were the one.
Is it the devil whispering in my ear?
Or, is it the truth being made crystal clear?

Some say angels whisper in the wind.
Are they saying I have lost a friend?
Others say it is all in my head.
Thoughts, pulling me down like lead.

It doesn’t matter what they say.
I will live to love another day.
Depression will not defeat me.
Actually, it feels good to be free.

Go ahead and do what you’re gonna do.
Never mind me because we are through.
Let those words whisper on the wind.
I will find another friend.

———————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

The Raise Of Asglow (Epilogue)

Asglow had appointed a caretaker for the castle.
Castle Kronos, the one on the granite plateau.
He was to be tour guide and a caretaker/guard.
He had much to do, plus take care of the yards.
His name was Egor, a young, brilliant Wizard.
He was there around the clock. Even in blizzards.
When he learned of Asglow’s disappearance.
He felt the castle was his insurance.
He had explored the entire place.
All the knowledge was his piece of cake.
The more he learned the more he wanted.
Asglow’s absence left him undaunted.
He did his job for years and learned more.
The idea of creating life was at its core.
He found the most ancient books of all.
He thought he had found his lifelong call.
Slowly a plan came to his foolish mind.
He could create life, given enough time.
He wanted to learn more. There was a way.
He would create Kronos again someday.
This is a story for another time.
But, remain a reader and keep it in mind.

—————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)