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The Dragon Rider’s Dragon Gets Revenge

The Dragon Rider’s Dragon Gets Revenge

After a month, the Dragon Riders had grown close.

Their dragons too, thought each other was the most.

They all laid plans to find the ones who attacked.

Driving a lance into Wendy’s dragon to kill. A fact.

Gale would make the rounds of the pubs.

He wasn’t known around Wendy’s homeland pubs.

He would try to get a line on the attackers.

They had to be bragging. It’s a fact, he feared.

He found out right away there were 3 of them.

The last members of gang that didn’t win.

The ones who starved a town to death without fail.

Then, were made crispy critters by Wendy & Gale.

The 3 waited for Wendy and her dragon.

The attack came quick to surprise them.

They were bragging about it all over town.

Gale knew it was time to put them down.

Gale and Wendy got the jump on them one night.

They tied them up real tight.

Laid them over a horse and left town.

Took them to where no one was around.

Got a confession whose idea it was.

The same one who threw the lance, because

he wanted to be the slayer of a dragon.

He then went all over town bragging.

The dragons were waiting for them.

“Dragon justice is needed here.” Said Gale.

Wendy said “I agree with that, without fail.”

Wendy’s dragon grabbed the leader.

Gale’s dragon made crispy critters of 2 bleeders.

Wendy’s dragon took off, holding the guys shirt

in his teeth. He was screaming for all his worth.

They got so high, they looked like two dots.

Then, the dragon flung him into a pile of rocks.

So, the dragon got his revenge.

So did Wendy and their friends.

The Dragon Riders made a vow.

They would always help the other somehow.

It seemed their dragons had bonded with each other.

Gale thought things looked good for one another.

Wendy and Gale will become as one too.

But, that story is not yet true.

When it is, we will check in again.

In the meantime, here’s to them.

—————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

The Dragon Rider Saves The Day

The Dragon Rider Saves The Day

The Dragon Rider was kicking back, about to snore.

He was thinking of his first date the day before.

He was awakened by a panicked mental alert.

His dragon was flying in for all she was worth.

‘Quick, get my big kit of medical supplies.’

‘We have got to hurry’ tears in her eyes.

‘Wendy’s dragon has been hurt. I heard his cries.’

“What? “Is Wendy o.k.? What happened?”

‘It was all due to a plan to trap them.’

He grabbed the medical supplies and climbed on.

His dragon took off. In no time they were gone.

His dragon was flying like a bat out of hell.

She just kept thinking: ‘I hope he will be well.’

In time, they headed for a narrow canyon.

He thought: ‘Is this where they landed then?’

‘Yes, he was hurt badly, but flew safely away.’

‘Is Wendy o.k.? Does she know were on the way?’

‘Yes, and yes.’ ‘ I have relayed to him we are near.’

‘If we don’t hurry, death will be near.’

They zoomed down and landed safely.

Wendy came running, tearful and pasty.

They all rushed to her dragon’s side.

There was a large gash in his hide.

Gale explained that his dragon is a healer.

“Like a doctor to us”, as his dragon kneeled near.

He could hear his dragon’s thoughts.

Wendy could hear her dragon’s thoughts.

But they couldn’t hear each others.

Gale said: “I will help her, though, I have my druthers.”

“She will work through me through mind control.”

“We have done it before, so this I know.”

He worked like in a trance, over the wound.

Reaching in, sprinkling herbs, etc. Soon,

he started suturing with a thin thread.

There was lots of blood from where he bled.

Gradually, the wound started to close.

A heavier suture got this done, unopposed.

Finally, Gale came out of his trance.

He was exhausted. He held a piece of lance.

“This is what has caused this wound.’

“Yes.” Wendy said. “It was thrown by a goon.”

“They were near where I live.”

“They ambushed us.” She was livid.

“We will take care of them later.”

“First, we have to tend to your dragon’s fate here.”

For two days they guarded and nursed her dragon.

Then, they slowly flew to Gale’s cave, or tried then.

They had to stop often to rest.

Finally, they made it at sunset.

“We will be safe here.”

“You will have to stay till he is healthy, I fear.”

“I will be more than happy to stay.”

“I will help all I can, o.k.?”

It took a month for the wound to totally heal.

About then he took flight . ‘How does it feel?’

He told Wendy he felt great.

Did an ariel summersault and a little shake.

“Well, I guess it’s time for us to go.”

“Stay. We have a certain place to go.”

“Where is that?” Wendy asked.

“To destroy the ones who made this gash.”

He pointed to the scar on her dragon.

“Your dragon is no longer lagging.”

They made plans over the next few days.

But, that’s another story to display.

——————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Dragon Rider’s First Date

Dragon Rider’s First Date

The date had finally arrived.

The day for which he had strived.

He was to meet up with Wendy.

His riding tricks had gotten trendy.

She zoomed down and landed by his side.

Her hair was messed up from the ride.

“Hello Gale.” She said with a smile.

“Hi Wendy” He said in awhile.

He was struck silent for awhile by her beauty.

He did remember she was a real cutie.

“What have you got planned for the day?”

“Follow me. I’ll show you the way.”

They went to a high mountain.

Near the top,—– you found them.

There was a cave up there behind a ledge.

Room for the dragons on the ledge.

The cave was his home away from home.

“This place is safe. Only reached by flight.”

“Here I often spend the night.”

He had a terrific spread laid out.

“Have some lunch.” He said with doubt.

“I would love to.” As she started digging in..

“This is quite delicious.” She said with a grin.

“Thanks, I do cook some.”

“You would be a good catch for someone.”

“Thanks” He said shyly, with a blush.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to rush.”

They moved on to other things.

Small talk. Getting acquainted. The dragons sing.

Later, he said: “Let’s go for a flight.”

“On that idea, I won’t try to fight.”

Soon, they took to the air.

Each showing off, with tricks to spare.

After awhile, they heard noise below.

A coach was being robbed. “Let’s go”

They swept down and burned the robbers pants.

They all began to cuss and rant.

Soon, they were subdued and ready for jail.

The wealthy aristocrat began to wail.

“Thank you. Thank you. I owe you both much.”

“That is o.k. We will keep in touch.”

“We may need your help sometime.”

“We will surely keep you in mind.”

They took to the air and returned to the cave.

She had agreed with the deal they had made.

Finally, she said “It’s been a great day.”

“Very soon, I will be back this way.”

“I can hardly wait” Gale said.

He was dreaming of her when he went to bed.

———————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017

Twenty Two Halves Are Better Than One (Part 3)

Twenty Two Halves Are Greater Than One (Part 3)

The training lasted seven years.

Often, there were many tears.

First I had to learn myself inside and out.

Learn to travel within is what it’s about.

A psychic trip to the inner me.

There was much to learn and see.

Then, began the lessons to connect the halves.

I unlearned much, as so much trash.

Then came the binding as one.

The connection with the other ones.

11 is great, but 12 is perfection.

I could trust no one except them.

Their power was greatly enhanced.

From the edition of me, by chance.

I was overwhelmed at first.

It all came on in a big burst.

It took much time to learn to handle it.

With such power, you can lose your grip.

There was very little we couldn’t do.

Apostles to He, who will bring us through.

We must always remember our place.

We are like ants to His grace.

Once I had ‘arrived’, the hard part started.

We had to know before we departed,

what exactly would be our intentions?

Which we will complete without suspension.

We will always be true to Him.

We will walk without any sin.

We will show the world His love.

A love that can only come from above.

Through miracles and loving grace,

we will do our best to save the human race.

Knowing we will be rejected by most.

We will make way for the Holy Ghost.

Do not think that a preacher is our role.

Satan will make it a greater goal.

In a world basically ruled by sin,

our job is very difficult to win.

The end times have arrived.

There will be little left alive.

If not cut short by His grace,

there would be none left alive in the place.

We will prepare the people who accept.

It will be our biggest challenge yet.

They must pass through the time of trouble.

Before this existence pops like a bubble.

His second coming in all His glory,

will actually be the beginning of this story.

22 halves is greater than one

was over before it had begun.

For once we became 12, we were sealed.

Nothing sinful would ever be revealed.

We will grow to 144,000 in time.

When it’s all over we will find

that we are God’s disciples for eternity.

Wherever He goes in the universe

We will go with Him. Even to earth.

————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Twenty Two Halves Are Better Than One (Part 2)

Twenty Two Halves Are Better Than One (Part 2)

The film went on to explain more.

The 11 wizards, the robes they wore.

They found the brain is two halves.

Created so for our behalf.

When both halves can become one.

Almost anything can be done.

God like powers are given to man.

The 11 were the only ones who can.

Along with this was given a vision.

Near the end of time, now hidden,

will come the 12^th,—– perfection.

With the 11, will come a resurrection.

The 11 were given immortality.

They will bring about the quality.

They will bring forth the 12^th.

The time and place will be felt.

The 11 must seek him out.

Tell him what it is all about.

Thus came about the expression.

It will draw him to answer the question.

The twenty two halves are better than one.

Better, only if used in conjunction.

The 12 together is a perfect unction.

The world is at a place to destroy itself.

To prevent this, a change must be felt.

We are the disciples to prepare a way.

For the one who is the truth and the way.

We have remained hidden till this time.

You have much to do to prepare your mind.

I was shocked beyond belief.

Yet, I felt it is what I should seek.

“How do you know I am the one?”

“Only you could see the message.”

“Only you would be drawn by its leverage.”

“You felt you needed to know the truth.”

“We will give it to you plus eternal youth.”

So started my training to become the 12^th.

I could feel all that I knew start to melt.

I cannot reveal more here.

Once I have arrived, it will become clear.

—————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Twenty Two Halves Are Better Than One

Twenty Two Halves Are Better Than One (Part 1)

TWENTY TWO HALVES ARE BETTER THAN ONE

What does this mean? This could be fun.

Written on the walls in tenement halls.

On subway walls I see and hear its call.

This statement had no meaning to me.

I will try to search it out and see.

My search led me to a place just out of town.

“What the hell is this place?”, I said with a frown.

Of course I had to go and find out.

Maybe it was a restaurant? I had doubts.

When I got there, no one was around.

I knocked on the door with a frown.

A mysterious woman answered the knock.

“Can I help you?” wiping hands on her frock.

“Twenty two halves are better than one.”

“I was led here. What is it? Now that I’m done.”

“Ahhh, a seeker of truth. Step right in.”

I began to wonder what was within.

I stepped into what seemed to be a waiting room.

She said “Wait here. I’ll be back soon.”

I found a chair and sat down.

After awhile I heard a sound.

An oriental man stepped into the room.

He was dressed like a monk or priestly groom.

“I have been informed you have questions?”

“Yes, I am curious about your expressions.”

“The twenty two halves are better than one.”

“I will tell you. I am glad you have come.”

He led me to another room.

It had very little light. Mostly gloom.

“Have a seat and I will tell you all.”

I sat down in a cushioned chair against a wall.

“First we will watch this informational film.”

The room went black and a wall lit up like a kiln.

A movie started with the phrase as the title.

The oriental man came on screen. He looked vital.

“This is hidden knowledge that few may know.”

“Known for centuries by these in this show.”

“The origins and history will be explained.”

“Shocking as it may seem, don’t be pained.”

“You wouldn’t be drawn here if not chosen.”

“Time for your insights to become unfrozen.”

“Let us start at the beginning.”

The screen showed a calendar spinning.

It went back through the centuries.

To early China according to entries.

Before the first dynasty, it seems.

A few ancient wizards had dreams.

They were trying to study the mind.

They made a discovery about mankind.

The twenty two halves equal 11 brains.

Much better than one brain. Much is gained.

What was explained next

I certainly did not expect.

I will explain a little later.

My brain feels like a vibrator.

———————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

The Secret Life Of Livermold (Part 3)

The Secret Life Of Livermold (Part 3)

The next day, I really dug in.

Black Beard was where to begin.

It seems he killed all on board.

All the gold increased his hoard.

For some reason, he headed north.

But, where to?, was my retort.

Many say he went to Oak Island.

Formally Smith’s Island,

also Gloucester Isle for awhile.

But why there? It made me smile.

All wild tales, nothing but myth.

Many others lay claim to The Money Pit.

Why the connection with Oak Island

And Black Beard? I felt like crying.

No one can prove if there’s a treasure.

Its been put to every measure.

It even spawned a TV series.

It is enough to make me weary.

That evening, while in the recliner,

I started thinking, I had a reminder.

This all tied together somehow.

The question is: What do I do now?

Then, the ship started moving again.

It grew bigger and I was sucked in.

Black Beard and his men had captured the crew.

Suddenly, I knew what I had to do.

I yelled “Black Beard, don’t kill them.”

“I have a way we can all win.”

Black Beard pulled me aside.

“What cha mean, or I bust yer hide.”

I told him I was an engineer.

I built things. I made that very clear.

I said for him to give me one day.

“I will draw up plans” I say.

“Make your treasure safe forever.”

He saw that I was very clever.

“What do you want for doing this?”

“Only the lives of this crew. I insist.”

“They will all be needed for the work.”

He gave me a day and I started to work.

I laid out The Money Pit on Oak Island.

I worked hard. “I can picture it”, I sighed.

Two ways it will be flooded if ever invaded.

All the layers of the deep pit.

Booby trapped when it fit.

It must go way below sea level.

“This will work. No one will meddle.”

Black Beard loved the plans.

“Where will we do this, if you can?”

“A place called Oak Island will do.”

The pirates sailed to the place with the crew.

Two years of hard work to complete it all.

Black Beard kept his word, after all.

All were set free with the fear of God installed.

If anyone talked, they would be keel hauled.

I popped in and out a few times.

Never missed or taken for a crime.

When done, I popped home for the last time.

This secret life was only mine.

I kept my word to Black Beard.

I have never said a word.

———————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

The Secret Life Of Livermold (Part 2)

The Secret Life Of Livermold (Part 2)

The picture of the ship was still in place.

No indication what happened? A waste.

I went to bed with much tribulations.

Whatever happened, I had no indication.

Next day, I went on the computer.

I looked up the Spanish ship intruder.

I had almost given up.

Then, I found it. What luck.

There was such a ship in 1781

I was sure it was the right one.

It was scuttled by pirates, gold was taken.

It was off the Virginia coast, if not mistaken.

The pirate was believed to be Black Beard.

The famous Oak Island treasure? How weird.

This made no sense to me in any way.

I had to make sense of it today.

I used a magnifying glass on the ship.

I saw the name. I could barely read it.

It said the S S Scuttle.

This was a real muddle.

I read all about Black Beard and Oak Island.

Then, I just sat there in silence.

I looked at the painting again.

Soon, it seemed to move within.

It grew rapidly larger and I was sucked in.

I was in the first mate’s cabin then.

There was a knock on the door.

Captain Crutch, looking the same as before.

“Have you got the Captain’s Log up to date?”

“Get to work on it. Don’t want to be late.”

“Aye, aye Captain,” I said with ease.

“Can I have a word in private, please.”

“What is it First Mate Livermold?”

“Black Beard is the problem, history told.”

“Black Beard!! The cut throat pirate?”

“Yes Sir. For your gold, he may try it.”

“History said he stole your gold.”

“Then sunk your ship, or so it’s told.”

“I am only warning you Captain.”

“Do you think I am a sap then?”

“I have been ready for pirates daily.”

“It will be his ship that sinks, maybe.”

Then there was a shout from above.

“Pirates!! Man those cannons ya lugs!!”

The Captain rushed to the deck.

I started to follow in respect.

Suddenly, I got really dizzy and fell.

As I fell, I gave a yell.

I landed in my recliner again.

I was hugging it like an old friend.

I was shaking. It had happened again.

This is real. I cannot pretend.

I could not understand what was going on.

But, intended to find out before too long.

——————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

The Secret Life Of Livermold

The Secret Life Of Livermold (Part 1)

Time to sit down and just relax.

The recliner is where it’s at.

I kick back and give a sigh.

Raise up the feet on the first try.

I’m getting comfy, looking around.

I see the picture that I’d found.

A picture of a sailing ship.

Framed and looking real fit.

I had hung it on the wall.

It looked pretty good after all.

I had found it in an old trunk.

In the basement, under junk.

Got it when I bought this mansion.

Bought as is; maybe I can win.

Suddenly, the ship began to move.

Then, it grew larger, I behoove.

It encompassed me totally.

I was on board. Somebody hold me.

The ship was rocking on the waves.

Salty spray hitting on my face.

Sailors saw me and gave a shout.

“Stow away” “What’s he about?”

I couldn’t make myself clear.

I didn’t know how I got here.

They were thinking I was crazy.

“Throw him in the hold, ya laze’s!”

The Captain gave the order.

They took me to the hold in quick order.

The Captain came to talk to me.

“Why are you on my ship?”

I didn’t give him any lip.

I told him all that I know.

Told him I had nowhere to go.

“You expect me to believe that crap?”

“You think I’m a stupid cargo rat?”

I said “No. But, the story is true.”

“I’m not trying to make a fool of you.”

“What year is it where you came from?”

“2017, May is about to come.”

“What!!—– It is 1781.”

“What the hell??,” I yelled.

“Have I died and gone to hell??”

“You may wish it, from what I can tell.”

“What is your name, landlubber?”

“I am Tracy Lovermold, Gov’ner.”

“Captain to you. That’s a weird name.”

“So I have been told. Drives me insane.”

“Call me Captain Crutch.”

He said as much.

“Another weird name, I believe.”

“I use a crutch. I won’t deceive.”

The Captain showed him his wooden leg.

“What kind of ship is this keg?”

“A merchant ship. We sail for Spain.”

“Tell me. What is the ship’s name?”

“S. S. Scuttle is her name and fame.”

“We bring a load of gold back to the queen.”

“Where are we now? Caribbean, it seems.”

“Off the coast of America, headed home.”

“Any pirates in this area?” I said.

“Why are you mentioning pirates? You’re dead!!”

“No, no. I only mentioned it because of history.”

“What about history? Talk, or you’re history.”

“Many ships with gold sank or were scuttled by pirates.”

“It is in history books.—– I’ll be quiet.”

“What you say is true.”

“That’s why I tend to maybe trust you.”

“Also, you’re clothes are very strange.”

“ Maybe you tell the truth, or I’m insane.”

“If on this ship, you’ll have to work.”

“What was your trade in this quirk?”

“I was an engineer.” I said.

“What the hell is that?” he led.

“I make things, most not invented yet.”

“Educated eh? I have a job for you set.”

“My first mate died in route.”

“It is tough without him about.”

“You will do his job. Keep up the log.”

“Do good and I won’t feed you to the hogs.”

“Sleep here tonight. First mates bunk a mess.”

“I will get it cleaned, then you’re all set.”

I went to sleep on some sacks of oats.

Rocked to sleep by the rocking of the boat.

I woke up with a start, scaring the cat.

I was back in my recliner. How about that??

Was this all a dream?

The ship’s picture was on the wall, it seemed.

What the hell just happened to me?

My clothes were damp and smelled like the sea.

I had a few oats on my clothes.

What happened here, nobody will know.

———————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

The Revenge Of Kronos (Epilog)

The Revenge Of Kronos (Epilog)

After all things settled down,

Sirle and Anika were seen hanging around.

There was a true romance brewing here.

Anika wanted him near. That was clear.

She found that he was skilled in many things.

She took him to the 8^th parallel universe.

The home of the Wizards, as written in verse.

They practiced every form of self defense.

He was near her equal in many events.

Then, some Wizards said: “We detect magic.”

“Don’t worry Anika. This is not tragic.”

“We detect it in Sirle here.”

She reached out and pulled him near.

“Could it be his magic is latent?”

“We can awaken it. Just say your intent”

Sirle stated he wished to do magic too.

They said “It is totally up to you.”

They awakened his abilities with a spell.

He then registered as powerful as hell.

He now had a lot to learn.

Anika made him a magic bookworm.

He was a fast learner, and did great.

Anika said “I need to practice before it’s too late.”

They both had a good laugh over that.

They were insuperable, that was a fact.

Before long Sirle proposed marriage.

Anika almost fainted and had to be carried.

They decided to get married in the church.

The one in Jeru Salem, back on earth.

It was the biggest wedding ever seen.

They decided to make a home on the 8^th world, it seems.

There, he started the True Church Of God.

They hadn’t had one yet, which was odd.

So ends the story of Anika and Sirle.

They are as happy as a smile.

As for Kronos, if you listen close, you will see.

You can hear him screaming for eternity.

——————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)