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The Raise Of Asglow (Part 2)

Asglow found a private place to study.
Using Kronos’s diary, he was like putty.
Being molded into a Kronos image.
The dark side seemed to know his lineage.
He mastered all he could find on black magic.
It took time, but that wouldn’t be tragic.
Once he became master of time.
He thought:—- ‘All would be mine.’
In the meantime, things had changed.
One of the council had been claimed.
He passed away due to his age.
They needed another, much younger in age.
Ansir , Siran, & Asglow were obvious choices.
Asglow was older by a year said voices.
He may be wiser, best choice by far.
He won the vote, for what you are.
Well respected, one of the best.
Always studying, more than the rest.
Asglow accepted his place on the council.
He was praised by all the townsfolk.
Even Ansir and Siran felt it was right.
They knew Asglow could handle any fight.
But, he was also very wise for his age.
They didn’t have a problem to engage.
But, if so, Asglow would give good advice.
To depend on him, they didn’t think twice.
Asglow used his position to gain power.
He made the right friends for the hour.
Soon, he was voted head of the council.
Leader of the Wizards. That was a mouthful.
Still, he studied the forbidden arts.
All in secret, right from the start.
A plan was slowly forming in his mind.
It was one to which he was inclined.
He knew Kronos was defeated by the Wizards.
He also knew he could defeat the Wizards.
There would not even be a war.
The Wizards wouldn’t even leave their door.
He knew Kronos didn’t know where the Wizards went.
Yet, he was living there. It was like he was sent.
Ruler of additive magic, soon, ruler of subtractive magic.
Yet, he was taking his time. He was not a fanatic.
He was close to controlling the time spells.
He needed a certain amulet to settle his quells.
With it, he could control all time.
Where to look to make the find?
He needed to do more historic research.
He dove into it for all he was worth.
Will he be able to find what he wants?
Next time you’ll know, without any taunts.

————————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

The Raise Of Asglow (Part One)

After “The Wizard’s Worst Nightmare” was done,
there was peace and happiness for everyone.
At least, that was how it seemed.
Except for one, who was not relived.
His name was Asglow, one of their best.
He grew up with Ansir, Siran, and the rest.
His mother’s name was Evangelica.
He never knew his father, which is well enough.
He was told he had been killed battling Kronos.
He knew the history, yet, is that how it goes?
Something had been bothering him for years.
He couldn’t find his father’s name. He had fears.
Finally, he asked his mom about all this.
She said “I was hoping this we would miss.”
“But, you’re entitled to know the tale.”
“Try to understand. It was to protect you.” She wailed.
“I was captured in the battle with Kronos.”
“ He treated me like a whore. No boast.”
“He raped me before Wizards freed me.”
“But, I was pregnant. That’s how you came to be.”
“You mean my father was the dreaded Kronos?”
“Yes Asglow. Better your father be a ghost.”
“That is why you were told he died in the war.”
“There has been enough suffering. No more.”
Asglow was shocked and at a loss.
He was a strong wizard. Who was best?, it was a toss.
Ansir, Siran, and Asglow were the best.
Yet, they have never competed in a test.
Asglow decided to learn all about Kronos.
Everything he did and knows.
Much was forbidden because it was black magic.
Considered negative power. It was tragic.
He found a way to obtain all the files on it.
The more he learned, the more he was drawn to it.
He made a trip to earth, to Kronos ruined castle.
He found a way in after a lot of hassle.
He found Kronos throne room and something more.
He found Kronos diary hidden in a secret drawer.
It revealed Kronos greatest attempt.
To manipulate time itself to his own event.
Asglow was suddenly overtaken with what he found.
He had the power to become greatest around.
Kronos will be a footnote in history when he was done.
The raise of Asglow, who will be the greatest one.
What he does is yet to be told.
Keep reading, try to be bold.

————————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

The Mighty Hand Of Faa (Part 2)

A small group of scientists were hid out.
They had a plan they were talking about.
They had a means to speed up entropy.
The deterioration of all to nothing remotely
similar to what it was. Turned to waste.
They needed to get it to the Faa home base.
They needed to know how long it took.
The trip from earth to the Faa home nook.
They would sneak the device aboard their ship.
A timer would trigger it at the end of the trip.
One casually talked to a bored Faa guard.
He got the information. It wasn’t hard.
They would plant it among the mined ore.
It was undetectable, according to lore.
The ship blasted off for the home Faa planet.
It landed on the smog shrouded hunk of granite.
The whole planet was an industrial complex.
So polluted, home sweet home, lost its context.
The load of ore was needed badly here.
They also needed more. That was clear.
Just as the unloading had begun,
a timer clicked.—— It had begun.
Slowly at first, so it wasn’t noticed.
Then, rapid decay became the focus.
In a matter of hours the entire planet was consumed.
The Faa didn’t know what hit them. They were doomed.
Soon, on earth, no new Faa ships arrived.
The Faa here panicked. How will they stay alive.
They needed new supplies of the air they breathed.
Earth’s air was deadly. Had they been deceived?
They tried to breathe it. They had no choice.
An agonizing death ended their voice.
Humans were free. They knew their plan worked.
They had a number of Faa ships. What a quirk.
They became space explorers, but didn’t forget
how they got here using a trick.
They would not be like the Faa a bit.
They soon formed a Federation of Planets.
They eliminated all invaders and bandits.
Humans were a lot better off in the end.
Now, they had a lot of inner planetary friends.

————————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

The Mighty Hand Of Faa

The time has come for all to decide.
Will you live,—— or will you die.
What a choice. Most will say live.
But, to do so, you must forgive.
Forgive what? You ask in awe.
Forgive those they call the Faa.
Those aliens who conquered the earth.
You now are a slave from your birth.
Accept it as your destiny.
There is nothing you can do, you see.
This rubs your hackles the wrong way.
You don’t accept being a slave today.
If you don’t, then you will die.
Acceptance means life, so do not cry.
All will accept because they want to live.
But, they will never come to forgive.
They will hope to someday be free.
This is not the life for you and me.
The Faa is stripping this earth to the bone.
All minerals, metals, and precious stones.
We, the slaves, will do all the work.
Killing our own world. What a quirk.
We are a back world dump to the Faa.
Being assigned here is a lowly call.
Slaves are treated with indifference.
Nothing we can do will make a difference.
But, as earthlings, we never give up.
A plan is developing in the ruff.
It will take time to carry it out.
They will learn what we are about.
But, that is another story.
Soon to be told in all its glory.
So, come back and hear it all.
You will be proud and stand tall.

——————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Georgia Has It All

On the roam and ended up in Georgia.
I like the pretty colors here in the fall.
It seems I’ve made it to heaven before ya.
Sitting here waiting for you to finally call.

I will no longer be running around.
All I need is for you to join me.
I like it here enough to settle down.
Together we can live a life that’s free.

I kept my sleeping bag rolled up behind your couch.
I knew I couldn’t stay in one place for long.
This rambling man just had to move along.
I knew when I left you would start to pout.
My love for you was hanging by a song.
It was only a matter of time till I was gone.

Georgia has made a change in me.
I feel like I’m ready to stick around.
All I need now is for you to see.
My two feet are finally on the ground.

This old ranch house is like a long lost friend.
Nestled here in the woods that I call home.
It’s the closest place to heaven I’ve ever been.
Only thing missing is my angel all alone.

You said you would always love me.
You would wait till I was ready.
That time is now, can’t you see.
I am ready. Ready, ready Teddy.

——————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Beyond Reality

Beyond reality are things unexplained.
Yet, they happened just the same.
If you can’t wrap your mind around the facts.
Further investigation is stopped in its tracks.
Depending on what it is that happened.
A miracle, it seems, soon becomes fact then.
Or, it is credited to the paranormal realm.
‘The unknown’ seems to be at the helm.
Often, it is explained through religious faith.
This answer is jumped to, often in haste.
If seen, believe it,—- if not, it’s a myth.
Seeing the answer is considered a gift.
Often, it is chalked up to a hoax.
Especially, if you happen to see a ghost.
So, where do we go from here?
The unexplained is nothing to fear.
It simply means more study is needed.
Knowledge is gained when such acts are repeated.
When the real truth is known what then?
There will be others on which to begin.

——————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Life, And A Little More

We had help from the angels above.
I thought it was all based on love.
That was just the way it was.
It was always the local buzz.
Then, something seemed to change.
Things were no longer the same.
People blamed it on evil and sin.
The devil made me do it again.
Is it always so cut and dry?
If things do not meet your eye.
Blame it on Satan and his demons.
What a nightmare. I must be dreaming.
Let’s search for other answers here.
Maybe it is caused by fear?
Maybe it is the early training.
Spare the paddle. I’m not complaining.
The final answer is up to you.
You will do what you want to do.
You can follow the guidelines of life.
Or, do your own thing, despite the strife.
I guess there is much in the golden rule.
Do unto others as you want done to you.
The final result, good or bad.
Is what you make it. That could be sad.
Motivation is the name of the game.
Say it simple, say it plain.
Nobody said life would be easy.
In fact, usually, it’s kind of cheesy.
But, with the right condiments included.
Life can be all that it is eluded.

————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

The Other Side

I felt like the walls were closing in.
How the hell did all this begin?
I have to break through to the other side.
Then, I have to find a place to hide.
It is dark. I have to break through to light.
I will try with all my might.

You can run and you can hide.
It won’t help because you know he lied.
But, you will know at least you tried.
You have to break through to the other side.

It happened on that horrible day.
That day that I tried to run away.
He had me, there was no escape.
What he did was worse than rape.
Must break away to the other side.
It’s the only way to save my hide.

You can run and you can hide.
It won’t help because you know he lied.
But, you will know at least you tried.
You have to break through to the other side.

They say I had a psychotic break.
They say it was more than I can take.
You needed a way to get away.
Your mind escaped the easy way.
A mind excursion, what a ride.
I finally broke through to the other side.

——————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Best Laid Plans

A scientist made a fantastic discovery.
A queen wasp trapped in some amber.
Eons old,—– quite a recovery.
He would have revenge on all slander.
Think Jurassic Park, but with a wasp.
He would clone a living queen.
He would achieve it at all cost.
In the end, they will think him mean.
He was successful in his work.
The queen then produced a hive.
Their sting had a venomous quirk.
Their strongest venom did thrive.
They communicated, like a hive brain.
Each had their separate jobs.
They mastered this to obtain
the right to rule at all odds.
A more vicious foe has never been seen.
They would soon replace man.
They would be superior, it seems.
They would rule. That was the plan.
Their creator had been an outcast for years.
This was his time for revenge.
Only thing, he forgot something, it appears.
He didn’t get the proper permits. The end.
The government shut him down.
He had nowhere to turn to.
His plans disappeared. No where around.
Another mad scientist, reduced to a fool.

——————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

The Facts Of Life

The Facts Of life

You woke me up early when you said goodbye.
You said you loved me, but I didn’t know why.
I was still drowsy and went back to sleep.
Now I am awake and in utter defeat.
The note you left me on the kitchen table
said you were sorry, but you were no longer able.
Able to pretend everything was all right.
You had not said why to prevent a fight.
You had met another. You know how it goes.
One thing led to another. My heart was exposed.
Before long, I knew it could only be him.
I long for another so why should I pretend.
My heart was awake now and in a real hurt.
It was broken and stomped into the dirt.
I paced around with nothing else to do.
I watched some TV, but kept thinking of you.
I counted flowers on the wall.
It did nothing for me at all.
I played catch with the dog.
I drove in circles in the fog.
I had no idea where you were.
To check at your work didn’t occur.
Days later, the idea came.
You had quit your job, no reason to claim.
FBI relocation would be easier to trace.
You had totally vanished from this place.
Therapy, antidepressants and a lot of time.
I am finally able to say the fault wasn’t mine.
It is something no one wants to go through.
I hope this never happens to you.

—————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)