March 2017 – Word Smith Wisdom

The Magician’s War (Chapter 2)

The Magician’s War (Chapter 2)

For 800 years, we developed our land.

It was peace and prosperity for every man.

Yet, we never slacked in magical training.

Our abilities grew, our powers gaining.

Only a few ‘very elite’ knew the truth.

How we came here on a ruse.

They were The Power of 12, our leaders.

They had been waiting for The Great Deceiver.

Once in 800 years, or so, one is born.

They have a power that none would scorn.

The last one fought in The Magician’s War.

She was wounded, could fight no more.

She was the creator of our escape plan.

She planned it, with others. “I’ll do what I can.”

She did, then died of her wounds before done.

Others were able to finish what was left undone.

Now called The 7 Levels Of Hell, known of by few.

Time rolled along, like a wheel.

Then, another Great Deceiver was born.

Tested at birth, they knew none would scorn.

She was trained from the cradle up.

Every physical form of defensive stuff.

Plus, she had the maximum magical training.

She was incredible, the only one remaining.

Tops in all endeavors, they could hardly believe her.

At 18, she got the wand of the previous Deceiver.

As a Great Deceiver, she was the only person

who could do magic without a wand first.

But, it was pure power with little direction.

A wand gave intensity, purpose, and direction.

About this time the High Seer received a vision.

First ever from the ‘home world’ was given.

He saw how evil magicians of The Black Arts

Were still practicing their evil art.

Having enslaved the rest of the population.

Controlled by the evil incantations.

Things were horrible, beyond words.

The people’s united cry for help was heard.

Something had to be done, but what??

The Power Of 12 plus The Great Deceiver

came up with a plan. Who would believe her?

She presented her plan to the other 12.

She had to make it through the 7 hells.

It seemed impossible for her to do.

She said it would work. She wasn’t a fool.

She had insight gained through her wand.

From the previous Deceiver, now gone.

She would be accompanied by her two

huge black panthers, pets from birth.

Also her eagle, that nested in her hearth.

She mentally communicated with them

and they with her. With them, she could win.

If she made it through The 7 Levels Of Hell,

she could transfer all others, they knew well.

But, she had to get there first.

To work her magic and avoid the curse.

Transferring others to her at speed of light.

While avoiding any kind of fight.

But, that’s a story yet to be told.

Can Anika succeed? Can she remain bold?

————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

The Magician’s War (Chapter 4)

The Magician’s War (Chapter 4)

Anika waved her wand in the middle of a field.

Suddenly, an open portal, this action did yield.

The panthers, eagle, and herself stepped through.

The portal closed immediately, without a clue.

It was night in the First Level Of Hell.

They heard something give out a yell.

They took off running using light from her wand.

Something was behind them, really coming on.

They headed for a large rock outcropping.

They kept on running without stopping.

Found an overhang and ducked way back inside.

A huge critter slid to a stop outside.

Like a kangaroo, but on all fours.

A horn and nasty fangs to rip and gore.

Too big to squeeze in to where they were.

It tried to widen the entrance, for sure.

Anika pointed her wand. “Incinerator”

Flame and smoke snuffed the annihilator.

Only ashes left, which the panthers sniffed.

They snorted and each left on it a piss.

They decided to stay there for the night.

They would be safe till the morning light.

Her wand would guide her in the direction

of the right exit portal without exception.

Morning came and they looked around.

Of course, there was no village or town.

There was sparsely wooded rolling hills.

Sunny, with a slight breeze that left a chill.

A light breakfast of hardtack and cheese.

Then, off to see what they could see.

A panther went wide to each side.

The eagle flew over and ahead for the ride.

All were telepathically talking with her.

This way, she was aware of where they were.

She told them which way the wand indicated.

Traveling was rough. Definitely overrated.

She could fly, if needed. But she didn’t.

The panthers couldn’t. So, not efficient.

Soon they saw a heard of buffalo??

Similar, but—- not exactly so.

These beasts could breathe fire.

They all moved together, with one desire.

Once the beasts caught their scent,

then, that would be all she rent.

They all looked up in their direction.

Too many to form a shield protection.

Then, the eagle spotted a cliff.

Told her where. Then they split.

They ran like hell toward the cliff.

Once there, each panther went up a tree.

She yelled, and the beasts looked to see.

They charged her in a maddened rush.

She waited for their intended crush.

At the last second, she shot into the air.

The beasts flew off the cliff everywhere.

They went crashing way below.

Onto a bunch of rocks. A deadly blow.

The four gathered together above.

She hugged the panthers with maternal love.

Then, they went on their way.

At least they were alive to fight another day.

The panthers ripped apart a critter.

A rabbit sized, vicious, beast with a litter.

They were killed so fast, they couldn’t squeal.

That made their evening meal.

They found tall trees in which to spend the night.

They felt they would be safe there without a fight.

So ended their first day in the First Level Of Hell.

They were close to the exit gate, Anika could tell.

But, that’s a story for another day.

She prayed they would be safe along the way.

————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

The Magician’s War (Chapter 3)

The Magician’s War (Chapter 3)

The Great Deceiver was named so

because of her ability to deceive the soul.

Her alone, had this great ability.

Her enemy would lose their agility.

Lose their ability to do magic, totally.

Magic was no longer in their soul, you see.

Her wand would change to a lance.

One of incredible power at a glance.

Once thrown, it would return on its own.

After it had destroyed to the bone.

Anika had a healing stone.

That would heal most wounds on its own.

Pass it over the injured part.

Healing came instantly, calming the heart.

No one knew how it heeled.

It eliminated pain with the feel.

An ancient power passed down .

Anika was given it for where she was bound.

Her wand delivered to her the message.

One from the Deceiver, builder. It was messy.

How to know where to enter and exit.

Each level of Hell was different to exit.

Many, many entrances and exits leading to

a multitude of parallel universes. Not a few.

Easy to lose your way. A special code

Would help her with this heavy load.

But, surviving along the way was hers alone.

She had to use her wisdom as shown.

She prepared to enter the first gate.

The panthers were to restless to wait.

The eagle was flying in circles.

They all knew what was her goals.

There were certain magical things

that could help. If she knew what to sing.

No one knew what was really in each level.

Anything from a poisonous bite to a raging devil.

She was ready to leave.

But, that’s another story. I won’t deceive.

———————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

The Magician’s War (Chapter 1)

The Magician’s War (Chapter 1)

When I awoke, I couldn’t move.

A paralysis I couldn’t disprove.

Though I strained with all my might,

I was held down very tight.

I remembered the magician’s war.

We fought for our lives, and more.

Due to fatigue, I wasn’t doing well.

I was knocked unconscious by a spell.

I looked around. I was in a room.

The light was poor, almost a gloom.

I was captured and here I was sent.

I feared what that ending meant.

I tried with all my will to make a fist.

Very slowly, I succeeded at this.

I dug deep and put more into my effort.

I broke out of the spell. A mighty effort.

I sat up and looked around.

My wand was nearby, I found.

With effort, I was able to get to it.

Good thing I was physically fit.

The door flew open with a rush.

A magician ran in and he was flushed.

“No one has ever broken that spell before.”

“A first for everything,” out the door

I went with magically enhanced speed.

I didn’t say goodbye. There was no need.

I surprised them and fought my way out.

I knew exactly what magic was about.

I got my bearings and zapped myself home.

The war still raged, but I wasn’t alone.

Many of us had gathered there.

We knew we needed safety somewhere.

We had a plan that was a great risk.

Our best minds had come up with this.

We made a pledge and raised a fist.

They had already made a list.

We would pass through 7 parallel universes.

Altering each with many traps and curses.

For any, magic or not, to make it through

would be impossible for them to do.

The 8^th universe would be ours.

We would be safe. Bless the stars.

It was dangerous to be sure.

It could fail, but we did concur.

We would leave as soon as possible.

The secret of this would be our gospel.

Each world was laden with beasts of all types.

Created with magic with all its hypes.

Terrible weather on different worlds.

Unimaginable hardships, we did herald.

It was mind boggling, to say the least.

We felt safe when done and had a feast.

The evil magicians never knew where we went.

Their every effort to find us was spent.

We were safe for over 800 years.

What happened then is another story, I fear.

——————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Mind Of A Kid

Mind Of A Kid

It is the end,—- I can see.

Someone is closing in on me.

There is no place left to hide.

There is no way to stem the tide.

I’ve begged, cried, and carried on.

Nothing can detour my mom.

I am trapped in this dream.

I can’t awaken, so it seems.

What a nightmare, often repeating.

It seems, there is no more retreating.

I could face it, but I don’t have the nerve.

Life has thrown me a vicious curve.

This is it.—The end at last.

She says: “Come on Timmy, it’s time for your bath.”

————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Unlimited Power

Unlimited Power

The kid had incredible brain power.

He became more powerful every hour.

Soon, he was creating matter.

People began to fear and scatter.

He would think of it and it would appear.

Such power caused a lot of fear.

He would disappear and reappear again.

If they doubted, he would do it again.

He slipped a couple minutes forward in time.

Move, then return to this time.

To those watching, he would disappear.

Then, in another spot, reappear.

He could fly by the power of his mind.

Transfer great distances in a flick of time.

He could read anyone’s mind.

Control them and keep them in line.

He could look in the sky, predict the rain.

Yet, through it all, he was not vain.

He could heal the sick, raise the dead.

Make the girls talk out of their heads.

People feared him, some tried to kill him.

They should have known they couldn’t win.

He became invisible in a twinkle.

He never aged nor got a wrinkle.

He could turn water into wine.

Mostly, he did only what was fine.

Nothing was beyond him to do.

Peace on earth became his rule.

He solved problems for the scientists.

His mother would give him a giant kiss.

Diseases were eliminated.

Old age was decimated.

It was like Shangri-La here.

No crime or killing. No more fear.

Then the day came when he was gone.

He said we knew enough to get along.

We could do it on our own, you see.

He had somewhere he needed to be.

No one heard of nor saw him again.

Let’s hope this is the beginning, not the end.

—————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

The Earthquake

The Earthquake

I felt the earth move under my feet.

I could barely stand up on the street.

Frightened and big eyed, I looked around.

Trees were swaying, buildings falling down.

I took off and ran for the grass.

The shaking knocked me on my ass.

I was sitting in the middle of a lawn.

Everything around was almost gone.

I heard yelling and crying from the mess.

Someone trapped within, was my guess.

Myself, and several others were safe.

We started helping others to escape.

That day, I was just out for a walk.

I was thinking of heading for the dock.

Next thing I know, all is gone.

I see a doe running with its fawn.

I start digging through some rubble.

I heard a female voice in trouble.

Soon, I tunneled my way into her.

A beautiful girl, alive for sure.

Her leg was wedged under a bookcase.

I lifted it up slowly, just in case.

Luckily, her leg wasn’t broken.

Only bruised, a lucky token.

I said “Anyone else trapped in here?”

“No, I live alone.” She said in fear.

“At least, I did live here. No more now.”

“I think I lost my home too, somehow.”

“You mean you don’t know yet?”

My home was gone too, was a safe bet.

“I live a few blocks from here.”

“I was out for a walk.” “ I am pretty near.”

“Then, let’s go see if your house is there.”

“You don’t have to go anywhere.”

“I am still in shock. This house is bare.”

“I will help you. Is anybody there?”

“No, I live alone too.” I said.

“Oh, I thought maybe you were wed.”

“Not yet. Haven’t met the right one.”

So, off we went to see what was done.

On the way, I learned her name.

I told her mine. Close to the same.

My house had minimal damaged.

I told her that I could manage.

She insisted on helping me clean up.

I didn’t have a lot of stuff.

It took all day. Then, I took her to dinner.

It had to be fast food, but, it was a winner.

She had no where to stay. I had a spare room.

WE moved her stuff there real soon.

Within the month we both knew.

She wasn’t moving out. Didn’t want to.

I have found who I was searching for.

An earthquake brought her to my door.

From the disaster came a new life.

Phoenix is what we named our first child.

From the ashes rose new life, running wild.

Any way you look at this we win.

Enough love to carry us to the end.

—————————–R.W. Johnson——(2017)

Wasted Time

Wasted Time

All the wasted time along the way.

Think about how you spend your day.

Often wasted, hung out to dry.

Stoned, inebriated, wondering why?

Your time here is limited, for sure.

Put health first. Keep things pure.

This may give you a few more years.

What’s the use? You say through tears.

What good are a few extra years?

Make use of the wasted time. Don’t fear.

You could be building a great career.

Better yet, if religious minded at all,

prepare the way for the heavenly call.

Be welcomed into those pearly gates.

Do all you can before it is too late.

If it’s not your bag, just be a better man.

Why should you do all you can?

It will make life better for those around .

Thinking of others pays off, I have found.

Whatever way you would choose to go.

It is better than wasted time, you know.

If wasted time is kept to a minimal,

there are no regrets when you go.

———————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

The Mastery Of Life

The Mastery Of Life

The mastery of life never comes easy.

If it was, you would never leave me.

But, you did and my emotions died.

I felt so bad, I couldn’t cry if I tried.

I remember back to the candy store.

I always saw you going in the door.

She must love candy, I thought to myself.

Yet, you’re slim, the body of an elf.

Finally, I followed you in the store.

I found out what you were there for.

You worked there. I should have known.

By then, my fantasies. were full blown.

I came to get candy every day.

Enough so, that I heard you say:

“Are you a candy junkie?”

“No, or I would be a chunky monkey.”

“I come in just to see you.”

You were shocked through and through.

“Are you kidding me?”, you said.

“If not true, I’d rather be dead.”

Somehow, we ended up on a date.

For a long time things went great.

Things were to a commitment stage.

Then, we turned to the next page.

You went your way and I went mine.

It wasn’t until some other time.

You were gone for good, somehow.

I am not understanding, even now.

The mastery of life is beyond my grasp.

Like the gold ring I miss, going by too fast.

The lessons of life never come easy.

No one ever said they were easy peasy.

The parade is going by, but I’m on the side.

All I have to show is a little pride.

In the school of hard knocks I’m head of class.

I need to graduate. I don’t want to be brash.

——————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Maggie May, Part II

Maggie May, Part II

Oh, Maggie, I finally got on back to school.

But, I still had to keep coming home to you.

I am at school while you are at work.

When home, first thing, you rip off my shirt.

Time away makes you horny. What a quirk.

I always secretly hoped we could make this work.

For sexual desire, you’re second to none.

But, you never want to go out just for fun.

Maggie May, I finally got back in school.

But, I can’t seem to get away from you.

You pull me in with your sexual ways.

We don’t save it for the rainy days.

Your sexual drive never runs low.

Though you’re older, you’re ready to go.

It takes all I have to keep up with you.

Cougars are powerful. I may be a fool.

Maggie, this may sound a little odd to you.

But, life has more to offer than sex and school.

It seems you are only interested in the one thing.

I would like to find out what else life can bring.

Other guys say I’m the luckiest man alive.

Finding a woman with your sex drive.

They don’t know what I really want to do,

is to be brave enough to walk out on you.