July 2018 – Word Smith Wisdom

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)

I once loved the music from the strings of your heart.
Now, that music is just tearing me apart.
The strings of my heart play I love you.
Your heart strings now play we are through.
Yours is such a hurtful and bitter sound.
Not like the music of the happiness I once found.
The music is saying soon you will be gone.
The saddest music number to come along.
The music of nature has dropped a note.
The music of the stars say “That’s all she wrote.”
One is the saddest experience you’ll ever know.
One is sad. That’s how the music goes.
Two is so much better than one.
That is, when the two can sound like one.
My heart strings now only bring tears.
The strings have rusted through the years.
A happier sound cannot be heard.
One is the only sound. The final word.
Oh, that my heart strings would ever sing again.
So I could feel all the joy from within.
The world would sing a happier tune.
Life music would heal the wound.
But, it seems that can never come true.
For I could never find another you.

———————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Author’s Dream, Or A Real Scene

Author’s Dream, Or A Real Scene?

The author was deep into his fantasy writing.
Suddenly, there was a flash like lightening.
He looked around. A wizard was standing there.
He felt a shock that raised up his hair.
“Who are you? Where did you come from?”
“I am Thanos from a magical kingdom.”
“From your ancient past before known time.”
“Back when magic ruled and it was mine.”
“If you are writing about magic, get it right.”
“I’ve come to correct that. Don’t get uptight.”
With that he pointed his wand at the writer.
Zap!! Everything changed. It was night here.
“Where am I. What happened?” he asked.
“You’re in my time. You are way in the past.”
“I will show you why magic didn’t last.”
“I will show you how magic really works.”
“Also, how we live with all its quirks.”
“But, why? Why are you doing all this?”
He was scared. About to piss.
“I wanted you to know such a time was actual.”
“If writing about it, you can get things factual.”
“This is insane. I must be dreaming.”
“I will change your mind about that.” Scheming.
“Here there is a war going on now.”
“Between us and the evil wizards.”He scowled.
“I want to zap them and turn them to dust.”
“That would excite me like you would over lust.”
“They will torture kids and rape a goat.”
“I would like to turn them all to smoke.”
“How long has this war been going on?”
“Since the cradle of creation. It goes on and on.”
He whipped out a map and pointed to it.
“Their kingdom is here. They need a ship.”
“ Much water separates them and us.”
“They won’t fly that far. They have no guts.”
“Wizards can fly? I thought you used a dragon?”
“They exist in this time but, no one can ride them.”
“To fly long distances takes much magical energy.”
“It is far better to wait till they come near me.”
“My sources say an attack will happen tonight.”
“I brought you here so you can observe the fight.”
“What? Is it safe? I could be killed!!”
“You will be safe. So it is willed.”
“I won’t be fighting alone.”
“All wizards will fight to defend the throne.”
“Every spell that is known to us will be used.”
“The same with them. Watch as it ensues.”
“You will be protected by a powerful shield.”
“Do not worry. It will not yield.”
The writer could not believe what he was hearing.
He kept shaking his head but, things were not clearing.
‘This is total madness’ he thought to himself.
I am surprised I am not a fairy or an elf.
“Stay here a moment. I will be right back”
The wizard left and that was that.
He looked around and he was at his desk.
‘What the hell’ he thought. ‘What a mess.’
‘I must have fallen asleep?’ ‘But, it seemed so real.’
After that ‘dream’, he didn’t know how to feel.
It did give him some good ideas for a new story.
He could write about a wizard war, you see.
But, he actually didn’t ‘dream’ about the war.
Stay tuned. For this story, there may be more.

————————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

A Draw Like Greased Lightening

It’s a sight that’s unbelievable to some.
But, the man is really fast with a gun.
Throw a coin into the air.
He would draw and shoot it there.
Blow a hole right through its center.
Then holster without a glimmer.
Even three coins before they fell.
This guy is fast and accurate as hell.
He could split a playing card edgewise.
That should really be no surprise.
He could draw, fire, and holster so fast,
you cannot see it. It is a real blast.
He can shoot riding, running, lying down.
He is the greatest shot ever found.
You might catch a film of him on U-Tube.
You will think ‘How can anyone beat this dude?’
A lifetime of practice made him this good.
He uses his talent properly like he should.
No one can put him to the test.
He would be the best in the old West.

————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

THE DOOR TO ANYWHERE

It’s right up here around the bend.
It’s the weirdest place I’ve ever been in.
I’ve never seen anything like it before.
Look at that sign above the door.
THE DOOR TO ANYWHERE
What do you think that really means?
Think here and now and in between.
Is this shack some kind of time machine?
I don’t know if you would call it a machine.
Think anywhere, not any time.
Once you see it will fall into line.
I’m not sure I want to go in.
What if we’re trapped in the when.
I think it will be the where.
Same time, just a different where.
Go through a door and you are there.
You can go practically anywhere.
They went in and looked around.
Surrounded by hundreds of doors they found.
Each door had a small window.
They looked in. Their curiosity kindled.
They saw where they could step into.
A button by each door rang true.
Push it and the scene would change.
It was enough to drive you insane.
They tried one to see what it would take.
It opened easily. No noise did it make.
They stepped through, then stepped back out.
They just wanted to find out what it was about.
Then they realized someone looking in
could push the button and send them to when?
Let’s get out while we can.
Out of the place they ran.
No sooner had they gone out and it was gone.
Disappeared faster than a fast flying swan.
They looked around and could find no trace.
They were mighty happy they got out of that place.
If you see a sign saying THE DOOR TO ANYWHERE
Don’t go in, even on a dare.
You may get trapped with no way out.
That might be what it is all about.

——————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Just Wasting Time

Sitting here thinking how time flies by.
When I was young time didn’t fly.
But now, before I know it.
The day is gone. I couldn’t slow it.
If I could write my life in rhyme.
It would probably be a real crime.
I would dwell on the good times.
Pass over the bad. It doesn’t rhyme.
Most anyone would do the same.
To dwell on bad is really lame.
For most, the past is always better.
But, if you really stick to the letter.
Life is good at any time.
It can also be bad. A real crime.
Pretty much it is what you make it.
If your negative, you can’t fake it.
If your positive things are better.
You don’t have to be a go getter.
Just be you. Your one of a kind.
On with my dreaming, if you don’t mind.

—————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

The Number Of Love

I’ve worked out the math. It is done.
I have the answer for everyone.
It all boils down to one number.
It even covers the sound of thunder.
It is not 666, it is the number of God.
And all that is His. Now that’s not odd.
God is love. So this is love’s number.
Let no man be put asunder.
Every man should have love somehow.
So I am giving you the number right now.
It is: Beachwood 4-5789.
You can call it up & get a date any old time.
Just don’t say you heard it from me.
Because the answer is plain to see.
It is written down in black and white.
So that should not cause any fight.
There is clearly no mystery here.
There is nothing that you should fear.
So go ahead and give it a try.
You will find that I didn’t lie.
Just don’t act like a fool.
Because that number also goes for you.

—————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Month: July 2018