Free bird Poetry – Page 20 – Word Smith Wisdom

The Love Assassin

The Love Assassin

I am an assassin of the heart.

I’ve done it again. Not so smart.

Blood on my hands tell the tale.

I try to stop—– to no avail.

My life has been one slaughter after another.

I rip and tear their hearts asunder.

Leaving nothing, but a bleeding heart.

Despite the fact it is tearing me apart.

My intentions are always good.

I am acting like I should.

Then, suddenly, there is a change.

I become the assassin of pain.

When things seem to be working out.

I sabotage it, without a doubt.

It seems I have a fear of success.

Yet, that’s what I want, I confess.

My life has been one slaughter after another.

I rip and tear hearts asunder.

Leaving nothing, but a bleeding heart.

Despite the fact it’s tearing me apart.

Will I always be an assassin?

It certainly is not my passion.

Yet, I can’t seem to help myself.

I am crying.—– I need help.

————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Wildfire Ravings

Wildfire Ravings

Surrounded by wildfires for the past week.

Breathing hazardous air that really reeks.

Praying the fires don’t come this way.

It gets more stressful every day.

Hoping we don’t have to evacuate.

It’s almost more than I can take.

Everyone here feels the same.

All they are doing seems in vain.

Finally, a report of rain on the way.

It’s a week away, is all they would say.

Thousands of fire fighters from all over.

Just to keep us from pushing up clover.

35 dead with the number growing.

Many are gone with no one knowing.

Billions of dollars gone up in smoke.

It is definitely enough to make you choke.

Stress can be a killer factor.

Wondering if we will be told to scatter.

May you never have to go through this.

It is something you’d be glad to miss.

Maybe not as bad as being in hell.

But, not far off, from what I can tell.

——————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Only One Way

Only One Way

I turned on the TV to watch a show.

It was the same old shoot em up and rodeo.

Another hurricane, another tornado.

Maybe I should listen to the radio.

Everywhere the horrible news kept pouring in.

This is a terrible place drowning in sin.

I want a better life for you and me.

We must escape so we can be free.

But, there is very little we can do.

Because you can never run away from you.

To do that you need a new heart.

Be born again with a new start.

There is only one known way it can be done.

Surrender yourself to the heavenly One.

Everything then will fall into place.

It won’t get rid of the violence and hate.

But, it will give you all you need.

So you can make it through feeling freed.

You will give it all to Him.

He will carry you then.

You will know you’re future is assured.

You’re going home. He gave you His word.

————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Motivation

Motivation

Long ago, we would take pride.

To climb a mountain to see what’s on the other side.

It seems now there are now more mountains to climb.

Are we done while still in our prime?

Instead of literal mountains, there are others.

In science, space exploration, whatever your druthers.

Search for answers to the unknown.

Answers to mysteries can be shown.

We have much left yet to explore.

Is that opportunity knocking on your door?

Pick a topic and dive right in.

You say you don’t know where to begin?

Research is a good starting place.

See what others have learned to date.

Become an expert in your field.

Whatever it is, there is much to be revealed.

Whether you are touching on things to change the world.

Or, just an imaginary world you bring to herald.

Whatever it is, always do your best.

The results will be excellent, I would guess.

It will make a better man of you.

A better world to slip into.

——————————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

The Mandela Effect

The Mandela Effect

Have you heard of the Mandela Effect?

It seems most people have not yet.

This is what they say it displays.

It is unbelievable in every way.

People remember Mandela as a leader.

The South Africa head honcho leader.

Others say he died in prison.

What do you remember of this schism?

One or the other scenario is right.

To say both are right leads to a fight.

Yet, how can both be right?

It is enough to make you uptight.

Is it a parallel universe crossover?

Has the matrix theory blown its cover?

There is something to be said for all this.

It gives life in general a real twist.

Lots of other things don’t add up.

Usually small things that don’t disrupt.

Can you notice something different ?

Very minor to which you are indifferent?

It’s a very strange world Master Jack.

Funny how this song states this fact.

It is something for us all to think on.

Like some hair is brown and others blonde.

If you think it is all a bunch of baloney.

Don’t feel bad, you won’t be lonely.

But, if there is something to it.

What does it mean? I have no clue to fit.

Just theories, one more mystery of life.

Tension so high you could cut it with a knife.

I will leave further contemplation to you.

Maybe you will come up with a legitimate clue.

—————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Math Genius

Math Genius

He was an average, ordinary teenage boy.

Then he slipped and fell, tripping over a toy.

He was hospitalized with a concussion.

His accident caused quite a disruption.

Several days later he started seeing numbers.

He could do math without any blunders.

Before, he was an average math student.

Now, at math, he was very prudent.

He did math like a computer in his head.

Finally, he was well enough to leave his bed.

He was tested in many ways.

He never failed to amaze.

He was faster than a super computer.

100% accurate with all computes here.

He did it all in his head without problem.

Any problems given, he would solve them.

His fame spread far and wide.

Soon, he was carrying himself with pride.

He was asked to work for NASA.

“Can you solve what we ask ya?”

He could with no problem at all.

His word would be the final call.

Then, on a manned flight into space.

A problem arose that needed haste.

He was called in to help.

He could solve the problem in time, they felt.

On his way he tripped and fell.

Hit his head hard, they could tell.

When he woke up he knew no math.

He was less than average now in that.

His days of fame and glory were over.

He could not have felt any lower.

He felt like he could flip his lid.

His flame burned out long before his legend did.

Now, he is again an average high school kid.

But, it was great remembering all that he did.

——————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Stress Is A Killer

Stress Is A Killer

The stress is killing you. Let it go.

As the Paul McCartney song says. Let it be.

No one else really needs to know.

Let it go and you will be free.

Stress and worry is a killer.

It will bring you down.

It is worse than whipped cream filler.

Before long, you will no longer be around.

Get rid of stress, whatever it takes.

Exercise, vacation, even meditation.

You will sleep better and do better when awake.

I don’t think anyone needs that aggravation.

It manifests itself in a number of diseases.

You won’t be aware till it is too late.

With continued denial, it increases.

With the grim reaper, you will have a date.

Get rid of what is stressing you out.

Turn off the nightly news, if it’s the cause.

Maybe bills or health is what it’s about?

Time to sit back and take a pause.

Financial planners or doctors may help.

Relaxing music may do the trick.

Find what you like by checking Yelp.

Just don’t let relief give you the slip.

It can be a matter of life and death.

Something not to be ignored.

Take advantage of what you have left.

It is in your best interest, I implore.

—————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Life Goes On

Life Goes On

Skipping across the sea.

Flying fast and flying free.

Butterflies bursting into flame.

Everything is going insane.

The day before the sun didn’t shine.

Yet, I found this friend of mine.

We hiked through the driving rain.

Anything to wash away the pain.

Wash the memories from our mind.

It’s the best way to be kind.

Our jet skis are running low on fuel.

At least I am here with you.

Everywhere is a total waste.

Can this be our final fate?

We see a spit of land ahead.

A small island, isolated, it is said.

Fresh water, food, a way to live.

We have nothing left to give.

Man has tried to kill us all.

None were ready for the fall.

Hopefully, here, we will be left alone.

There is nowhere else that we can roam.

Paradise lost and paradise found.

We don’t know to smile or frown.

All we know is we will survive.

Despite all, it’s good to be alive.

—————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Here To Stay

Here To Stay

Early in the morning.

By the window, the day is dawning.

Those good vibrations are coming through.

Today, I think I will be with you.

It is growing across the morning meadow.

That brightness that reflects off metal.

And shows me that the time has come.

When you and I will soon be one.

I hear your knocking at the door.

You are finally here once more.

I think today that you might stay.

My life will be better in every way.

You complete me and make me whole.

There is a lot I want you to know.

It might take a lifetime to tell it all.

Not just from spring until the fall.

You are here. I want you to stay.

Then, things will be better in every way.

———————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

The Wizard’s Worst Nightmare (Epilog)

The Wizard’s Worst Nightmare (Epilog)

The Wizards were home and happy again.

They had made some new friends.

Though they lived very far away.

The Wizards could zap there any old day.

‘The Others’, now known as Grays,

often came for a time to play.

The Wizards told them of earth, their home.

To its people, magic was no longer known.

The Wizards tried to guide them best they could.

The Grays offered to help. Felt they should.

Today, they are known as ancient aliens.

Often disguised by magic, they weighed in.

Today, known as Grays, they are around.

They are watching, it is found.

The Wizards stay way in the background.

They know people don’t want magic around.

Are they still located on Vantera now?

Probably, but no way to find out how.

They still work closely with the Grays.

Making sure things go their way.

Someday, maybe magic will return to earth.

Grays will be our friends, for what it’s worth.

As we close this chapter of Wizard history.

Keep in mind, all is still a mystery.

We have used our imagination for a story.

Just to give them a little glory.

Until next time, may all be well.

Till I have another story to tell.

——————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)