44th Birthday Offering

The following is the transcript of live poetry reading for 44th birthday 

My whole life is an open confession
Broken flesh honed with impressions from God
Words spilling out like wounds infused 
With the blood that purifies the paths I’ve trod

4-28-2024

Woman. Fire. Sexuality. Writhing. Snakes. Burning. Fierce.

What is Woman? What should Woman be? Seems there are an infinity of answers, an unending barrage of ‘shoulds’ and ‘should nots’ attached to the archetype of Woman. There are thousands of books out there, and papers, articles, essays….all on what it means to be Woman, where the roots of Woman are, what the future of Woman will be. Woman in Relationship; Woman as Mother; Woman as Daughter; Woman as Newly liberated. All just archetypal relationships of energy. Points of light dancing on a blueprint. What does Woman FEEL like? What does it FEEL like to Be Woman? When I stretch my body and feel the nerves awaken, the muscles loosen, the blood flowing, I feel the Primal Womanity spread thru my being, touching everything within and around me with a fire that can be too intense to name, too generalized to capture, too strong to ignore. When I run, footstep by footstep upon the Earth or upon the dark armor of pavement that strangles the Earth….I pound out the rhythm of my strength…my endurance…my desire. I am in balance, carried by the amazing strength and intent of my legs….those pillars that exist to connect me with physicality in a way that is dynamic and delightful. With every inhale I accept into me the Breathing of Gaia and of all who have borrowed oxygen from Her since the first moment of carnal experience. With every exhale I give back that which is not mine, but which has filled me with the potential to Feel and to Move and to Think and to rSmile. This dance of breath, over time, brings a calm, fluid expanse of blue to my bones, to my blood, and to my aura……the Woman I Am Playing at Being is quickening her pace, soaring with the wind of thought and mind and communication….but on a level that is unspoken, indirect, unperturbed,content with indistinct flow. When I make masters of my hands and set them to the task of patchworking a multitude of found and loved and used and old and outworn objects and fabrics and things together into new personalities, new beings, new symbols of the creative spirit……I worship the Woman of my soul….I allow her to speak thru me in ways that are unique and true, fun and playful, wise and foolish both. With every stitch I set an intention to Love. With every seam I am becoming aware of my relationship to Each and to All. With every color I make a statement of what I see in the moment, how I feel in this particular flash of eternity.

When I draw, She draws thru me….she moves the contour of my pen like she moves the contour of my world……making space where there is none, opening doors where stagnation has set. When I laugh, it is Woman who cackles…..deep belly laughter coming from someplace ancient, yet futuristic, yet HereNow….Present…….a laughter that has no fear, no self consciousness, no agenda, no apologies. I like laughter that is unrestrained, inappropriate, uncouth, taboo, deep and wide, harsh and shrieking, anything that comes from that endless well within which the madwoman gathers her nourishment. When I smile, I am a doorway for Woman. I am a light that shines, makes it ok to OpenWide…..to be filled with Joy. When I smile, I am giving to you. I am telling you…..Woman is Here…..Naked and Alive…..please come in! When I cook I am transforming energies….an alchemy of fire and taste and sacrifice and honor. I am Woman feeding the World from her Body. When I dance I am Her…..I move like tendrils, like serpents in the agony of ecstasy. I dance to Become Myself. To Become Woman That I AM. I am in a different state….an alternative mode of being……the whispers within me become a chant and my body moves….purposeful but without agenda, intense but without direction. Fluid but contained. Passionate yet serene. I am a Muscle of Bliss……swaying to the rhythm of the blood that carves its path out in the rivers of my Body.

When I make love, I am Woman. Feverish. Fire. Wet Pulsating mass of wide open nerves and cells and points of light and waves of bliss. I am Here. Fully. But also There. Inside the Mouth of Woman. I am channel. I am no longer personal. I am Priestess. The Flame guides me, sings me……my Body. Woman. Conduit. Portal. Woman. Burning. Crying out. Articulating. Gesticulating. Giving. Worshipping. Body. of Man. of Woman. of Infinity. I will take you in…you are amorphous mass dissolving in my cauldron of heat….of vibrating muscle memory, of oscillating frequencies of Bliss and Pleasure. The Tantrika. The Initiator. Come in and Play. With Woman. When I frolic, I am goddess. I am demon. I am of the underworld. Of heaven. I am paradox. I am terribly frightening in my devotion. Terrifying in my strength. Beautiful in my Body. Inhabited. In touch….with every corpuscle and every hair….I am moving. Moving. Woman. Trembling. Woman. Touching. Woman. Caressing. Woman. I honor the body of Man. I honor the body of Woman. I honor the body of Earth. I honor the body of Form and the unbody of formlessness. I drink you. I eat you. I melt you with the heat of a billion suns and let your Self be re-formed and cooled in the satiating waters of reflection and assimilation. When I invite you in, I tantalize; every sense is used and every limb is a tool of touch and taste. Woman. Feeling the fire rise…….lead by the breath…systematic patterns….coaxing particular passions and pleasures……depends on the rhythm…..everything Connected….Give in…LET GO…..LET GO…..BE WOMAN…..LET GO….Surrender to your Primal Raw Wild Abandon. No apologies. No shame. No limits. No guilt. No control. No agenda. Be. Beautiful. HumanButNotHuman. Dark Dakini calls you down. I am Her. Inhabit yourself. Inhabit Woman. Draw Her down into your sacred skin and bones. Maker Her Alive. Live on the edge of Her. Every touch errogenous. Every murmur a blessing. Every scream a sonnet. Every Orgasm a Prayer. A Prayer. A prayer. Every climax a Chant. That is your moment. That Moment. Is. WOMAN. Release. Woman. at Ease. Woman. in that Moment of Woman, the Universe is Womb. What you hold in your mind, in your heart, in your body, in your soul, at that very Moment of Climax, of Womanness, you send out into the Ethers…..it will be enlarged and given substance, and made dense……..and be of your World. Focus those energies of Woman. Let them be centered in Love and Joy and Respect and Harmony and Acceptance and Tolerance. That moment, and the dance that becomes It, are….for me….what Woman means. A woman with no connection to Body, to Heart, to Passion, to Sexuality, to Fire, to Sweat, to Absurdity, to Primal Wild Raw Energy and Excitement…..is……not Woman. Woman exists in man too. Woman is palpable, tangible yet diffuse…..erotic in every aspect of Life…….tinges the world with a golden aura of enthusiasm, exertion and incredible connections with Source and FragmentsOfSource.

I choose to Burn in the Flames. I choose to Feel the Pain. I choose to writhe in agony and in ecstasy, as the moment dictates. I would not trade my tenderness or my strength, I would not trade my lows and my darkness and my underworld soul for a life of flatline emotion, or unmoved calm.

I feel it all I feel it all. I am Woman. I heed the call. CLJ 2011

I came thru the other side of that and learned that it’s not about Transcending but about Integrating. Spirit plays here for its own reasons, and is drawn to this Earth Flesh Playground because it wants to Feel Deeply and experience visceral Life. Being a very plutonic underworld person but aiming always for the spirit when I was in my 20s, it took a lot of delusional wake up experiences to Own  all that I had believed myself to have transcended. All that stuff I thought I had evolved past, I had simply dissociated from, and the force of its wrath at being ignored and suppressed made its fury known in physical symptoms and deeply imbalanced emotional reality with a dash of incredibly Underworld-like navigations thrown in. The higher I thought I was flying in those years, the more pure i thought I was, came at a price and it was collected by the Dark Feminine in 2018. And since complete dissolution and and finally Truly making friends with the parts of the Self that I had trapped in deep subterranean caves and dungeons , with compassion, and awareness that it was a matter of freeing bit by bit, those fragments from all timelines trapped in my Prizm Cell.Ves. Instead of ‘Mind over Mattering’ my body and pushing it to extremes, instead of convincing myself I was pure and lofty and fully my idealized Spirit Self-the Puer( my online and business name even used to be Puella Eterna for 13 years)- i became engaged in the true Alchemical Work. I Realized how abusive I had been to Psyche and Body all those years ( and lifetimes) of denigrating the dark hungry fiery tempest of my soul, the Feminine, thinking I could Will Myself into the magical spheres of the heavenly abodes:.::::  I have always been easily carried away on the wings of spirit, can easily disembody into OBE states etc. What I came here to do, Now, was to actually Make This Body Fully Conscious , for it is the Marriage bed of Eros and Psyche, and the Alchemy of Life uses all vibrations to create. 

When I made friends with the depth  of my own Pain and Anger and Lust for Aliveness, Lust for Intensity of Being, and my own Arrogance etc ( Scorpio ascendent/Mercury conjunction, sun/Uranus  Scorpio conjunction( all ruled by mars) and  all in the 1st house( house of mars/Aries), with an Aries moon( mars ruled) and Mars aspecting strongly every planet in my chart = I was a complete Fool to imagine that I was a soft and ethereal spiritual angelic figure floating in the higher spheres…..:. I am a child of Mars, and Mars at its best is the Blood and Passion and Vitality to Exist and Move in this Realm, Mars is the defender and protecter of all that is sacred in creation, it is Raw, Brash, Authentic, Physically Vital, Mentally Agile, Temperamental….and Serves the Feminine……  

When I truly came to Know Myself and stopped building castles in the sky, but used my archetypal Mercurial nature along with Mars to go to the Underworld and reclaim the very Selves I had locked up thru this Infinite Game over Time, I came Alive and learned what real Power is. 

That’s my journey. I have compassion for that person I was and thought I was, but I have made my Vow, to Die in Battle, as a Sacred Warrior, and a Warrior must be in touch with his/her Fire and Anger and lust and Blood and sacrifice it on the alter of the Feminine Creation…..

( of interest is the relation of mars and Saturn… Mars/Blood is made in  the Marrow of the bones/Saturn…… Mars is the Warrior who serves The Saturn Kingdom, which is the very energy that gives Form to the life principle:= in my chart, My mars is in Sagittarius/conjunct Neptune ( the spiritual warrior) in the second house( using the physical body/ it’s values and resources)    And is Square( tension) (serving) Saturn in Libra  which is also conjunct Jupiter to almost a degree…… in the 11th house/ community and the larger stage of service to the people: 
It’s all written in Light Codes we wove ourselves into. 

My heavy 12th house/ underworld where Pluto/hades sits exactly to the minute almost, with Venus, is my Lifelong lesson…..spiritualizing and completely transforming the Sexual and Aesthetic principles……using the raw lust and vitality of The black Goddess Black Carbon through Dionysus protean morphing Imaginal spheres under intense pressure to create the Diamond Body.:::: the twin Sisters of Carbon666 and Daimond ….. the Treasures hidden in this Earth and this Flesh and this Game of Matter Mater Mother Matrix Maat.

The Psyches realm is a dark realm that takes in everything….light and dark and everything in between. It likes the humus of earth, the compost, the shit of life, the messy smelly sweaty fleshy human realm of bodies bumping into bodies in sensate expression , playing with selves in Carnes Nation, the carnal nest of alchemy, where Soul is the Imaginal Playscape and Spirit must come Down To Earth to Play with Form.

I spent so much time out of body for the first 26 years of my life; I’m now happily Wed in the alchemical marriage bed knowing the Great Work goes on and on and on, and my relationship with Saturn has transformed my life into one of beauty: I used to balk at Saturn and his crusty old crystallization and construction of my ever-so Icarus-like ideals……

But….

I am the Sacred Warrior who Serves the Divine…:.I serve the King and the Kingdom and Protect and Honor the Queen and her Queendom… because as the Mercurial Martian or the Martian Mercurius……..the Foolish Warrior or the Warrior Fool,  my realm is not just the heavens but I travel between the Upper and the Lower and The middle realms and so I must be able to hold the Tension of all
Their Frequencies. 

An honest person is one who knows his own capacity to Lie but chooses Truth…..a Strong person knows his own capacity for Violence but chooses Restraint….a Wise person is one who knows one’s own capacity for ignorance and knows s/he is a Fool…..a Peaceful person is one who knows his own Anger and so is not blindsided when least expecting it, and thus knows what it is to be Gentle.

May the black moist Fertile Soil keep your Roots nurtured as your branches reach for the Sky ⭐️🙌⭐️

Aho.

*written in response to a friends post this morning*
And after a long night of dreaming as the Aries Full Moon opposed almost exactly my Venus/Pluto 12th house conjunction 

10-18-24

Your Wonder has been Wounded and Hides
Whole Universes of Joy Trapped inside
Life split off from the Toroidal Tides
Has this Timeline been fractured and mined?
Been turned against its own kindred Kind?
An overlay of dismay injected by Blind
Inoculation of Information meant to Bind
Against the Immensity of Power that Hides
Itself within these Cells that Dwell and Tell
The Stories of the sacred sovereign Selves
Vital Verities that venture into vast realms
Flow like glowing Gods on waves of whim
Of wandering whispers fomenting Flesh
Blood bestowing beauty in Floods Fresh
And blessed by Ancient tests of Will
Knowing and sowing the Seeds that Instill
Insulated Integrity within the Wheel of Time
From Moments and Magic and Mirrors of mind
The Waking to Wisdom is taking its Toll
Warm winds of freedom begging for Souls
Teat to defeat the lethargy of the Lie
Of the desperate dance of I and Thy
The Dynamic Drama that unwinds the Ties
Mother of Manifestation of earth and sky
Matter entangled with music of mind
Matrix of Mastery in Bodies that bind
Maat to Thoth and Reason to Rhyme
That is the Cloth that is woven in Time
Has this cycle climbed to its powerful peak
Born of the Word we must learn to Speak
You and I and All Unfolding Fractal Flowers 
Here in this Maze to Claim our Pure Power
From the Illusions of Separation and Sleep
The Sovereign Self will Rise from the Deep
Spirit of The Play of Mystery of Night and Day
Of the black and white and shades of gray
Will We remember this Song and sing along
And Forgive our Forgetting and finally belong 
Intent to relent from the reflections of fear 
If you tend to mending the minds many tears
You waken to Wonder and Refuse the lies
Sterilize the disguise and empower the Eyes
YourSelf is the Sacred Story of Sight
And Freedom to Dream is the Souls Delight
Cower not in this sour hour of Rotting Rind
Your Deeds are the Seeds that fertilize Mind
Seed and Read the Script between the Lines
Will the Sacred Fields be Vitalized in Time
Never Refute the Deep Power of your Heart
Flower in this hour and ReMember your Part
And carry the torch of the sacred Flame
Will and Intent are the Tools of this Game
Be Ready to cast off the chains of Blame
Trapped no longer in the Torture of Shame
In the Center of the Circle IT Always IS
Stasis and Gnosis in Balance of Bliss
In Waves radiating out from the centraL Kiss
Fallow Filaments of Fugue Pretend to Exist 
Fields full of Figments of fabulous Twists
In SineWaves of Wonder Dancing through This
Timeline of Revelation of Realitys Demand
That Challenges All Of Life to Innerstand
Loops that entrap in Memorys magic mirror
Upon the alter of the Allegations of Error
Itself a Diversion of the Designs of terror
Repeating the Dream and Birthing the Bearer
The Distorted Dilemma of failing to Bring
Trauma to the Surface to Heal the Sting
Of the seperate Self clipper of Wings
Fear of the Full Magnificence of Being
Of creating Worlds and weaving Dreams
Knowing the Stitcher is Inside of the Seams
The Dancer and the Dance of Eternity
Full of Forever and Infinitely Empty
Power and Passion in Playful Embrace
And Magic and Mystery in Time and Space
Immensity of Body Intensity of Mind
Of Nothing and Everything of All One Finds
Who is the Seer and Who is the Seen
And Where is the Wearer In Between
What is Birthed and what remains to Be
You are infinitely Open and Eternally Free
Are you ready step into the power of Creation
An open invitation through sacred sensation 
Infinite scope of Indefinite Conjecture
Star in the Sky of Imaginations projections
In the pangs of labor the Mother shall bless
A waking World wallowing in Stress
Dance of dilemma trembling In fear
In delivery the slavery shall disappear 
A Jestervolution in The Playful Prelude
Dream Descending from Deep Altitude 
Of infinite recesses of Being and Becoming 
Your Memory Motioning Magic Homecoming
Own your Tones and Tunes and treasures
Creation is a Blessing of Pain and Pleasures

 Copyright Charleen Johnston
4-4-2020 

I bore mySelf into this World
Knowing the task at hand
I wore the mask of childhood 
And played the Game again
I nightly left this physical realm
To reMember how to Fly
I suffered through hardship and pain
To Strengthen my heart and Mind
I made the game into a Play
And challenged my gifts and guides
I wandered thru mazes dark and grey
And found the treasures Inside
I lost mySelf in forays of fear
When I tried to run from my power
I struggled thru paths strange and unclear
While constructing an ivory tower
I let mySelf die on an alter of Fire
And tore illusions from my Skin
I fell into Death while struggling for breath 
As I battled my demons within
I laughed with freedom as I awoke
From Aeons of blame and Shame
That tangled itself around my shell
And strangled the magic of my Name
I wept for my friend who could not stay
Whose bones I wear with honor
I held his face in Dimensions of Space
And promised I would Die Honest
I screamed aloud into the clouds
Every night by Forest and river
I spoke the words from my mouth
In streams of gold and silver
I made my oath and signed in blood
And faced the mirror of the Dream
'I Vow To Die In Battle' , I cried
And fell to the Ground on my knees
I Let my tears seep into the Dirt
And Dug thru the deep with my hands
I crawled thru the humus of this Earth
And was healed by the Spirit of Land
I rose with the Seed nurtured by Awe
At the glory of my own Deep power
I cradled the embryo deep in my soul
Knowing in Time it would Flower
I pledged my Life to the edge of the knife
Never to fear the dark abyss 
I promised to unFold the Seed of my soul 
Adorned in the fabric of beauty and bliss
I watch as the tide now starts to rise
And reMember how the script unravels
I shout out loud to shock the crowds 
Who cannot see the road they travel
I speak in Tongues but not to ears
And twist mySelf into Stories and rhyme 
I wear the neurolinguistic Nails
In wrists and feet impaled with Time
I vow to Die in Battle
I vow to die Free
The chessboard is the Master Test
Of the Blessed Will to Be

 
copyright Charleen Johnston 
 4-10-2020

Welcome my fellow Travelers in Time
To a Future embedded in layers of Mind
The Switchboard salutes the sailors of Sine
New ships afloat in castle moats of brine
Worlds we create through Signals in spine
Where Sigils are mined in ancient bloodlines 
Self shall navigate the wide open corridor
Is this Now the gate to the land of Mordor?
Held inTension with blissful visions of Yore
In gardens of Eden and Bytes to the Core
Ether Dissensions and electromagnetic wars
Cords of entanglement in artificial Spores
Crypts of information in cellular stasis
Of flippant mutations of apotheosis
Current ripping through veins and Mazes
Seas of Red blood blinding with Gnosis
Of fragmented futures in homeostasis
Fomenting forbidden moments of hypnosis
Programmed emotions and notions of fear
Passivity playing god with the gears 
Inscribed in Time in the Cells and the tears
In twisting contortions of Yous and Years
Moments of madness waking the Seers
Will you arise and shine as you learn to steer?
You scripted this scene In this incipient dream
Choose your own adventure in LiveStream
To Open the gates to the Layers in between
Navigate the InnerStates and stitch the Seams
As awareness permeates your bloodstream
An invitation to the Wave of the particle beam
Adept and in step with the Ability to Create
Or Asleep and deeply afraid to awake
Will you hide your face or Ride your Fate
You are the chosen One in this Game
Drown out the voices of Shame and Blame
In a ceremonial blessing Claim your Name
Electromagnetic Dance of the Trance of We
Debt is a Test of the Sovereign Self to Be
Of oneSelf Eternally Infinitely Joyfully Free
Despair discarded as Heart opens to See


Copyright Charleen Johnston
 5-4-2020 

Can you Spell it out for me, misterDream?
Can you tell me how to open the twisted screen? In the back room of this microcosmic vacuum sits a dialectical demon with a face that looks like me...spilling simple satire with the fire of certainty. Can the foggy mirror be wiped clearer, by the hand of the man who refuses to stand for the nearest and dearest hearts of the clan? Let's see, let's discern the irony... The mires that we have chosen to believe that seed this dying creed of iron deeds locked in steal with grips of fear on fiery steeds ..... Twisting the plot and trotting thru electricFields that yield the knots and tangled spokes from the turning Wheel that broke the Seal between WhatIs & WhatIsNot. For Real. Man. What a crazy Plan . A Game of Planes and PassionsOfPan dancing thru the degrees of Am. PM me with the lowdown, whisper in rumors of what's going around, we can thicken the desperate drama and Play like Clowns.... Tricksters testing Paradox and Talking UpsideDown, we can rockAndRoll through Sight and Sound as the chessboard wavers on the merryGoRound.... SinEwaves savoring Light as the curtain goes down.....  

 Scene One is seen Thru, it was Planned Too.... Dangling Dialectic from the ceiling of this BleedThrough.... Hegel wrote the words to spell out the Game that's played in the dressing Room as the audience waits, debating the nature of isolation as Indig.Nations fates are flavored with States of Vexation as Altered Carbon caters to the next mutation.....

 Shadows shadows shadows on the wall, good guys bad guys rise and fall, breath by breath and life by death and brick by brick we build the Wall, one by one and None by All....Too mixed up to heed the Call....Three times Charmed with shock&awe as For the record the Lines are drawn.......Phi.ve times LifeTimes Venus FlyTrap dines on Tangled EyeCons in the dance of Dreaming dodecahedrons....Sixual Mayhem birthing through Us & Them in triangular penetrations of particulars in WaveWeaves of instinctual variations ...Sexagonal vibration as the Exact Middle Compromise of Creation interrupting Infinite Potentiation.... A rupture of the hymen that seeks satiation.... Virginal Seven in Deep initiation never divided nor multiplied inSide of TenTs of Mind that abide in Destin(ysAb)ation
.....zen.... Within.... The W8 of the Gate of the Octave that initiates the Fate of the sacred States of Self inDwelling in Games of Play in Nine Lives ReWinding on hard drives and BytesOfTime spitting Neurolinguistic prayer in rhyming software that invites the Tribe to Dive Into the the broken binary groove of Moving Truths ....Wholeness split into Ten threadBare bits of DecaDent Twists of the loom as looping recursion creates diversion in hateful versions of fleshExcursions as ELeven
RightAngles Dangle from heaven as Self appointed gods&angels of the ArcOftheCoven
In tangled tests of woven GovernMent.... Sovereign exploration of the Self InDignation that forces the faces of contortion of Space&Time to confront the Mirror of the Mind and gather the Fragments scattered Inside as Self ReMembers It Turns Its Own Tides and inJoys The ride of the Twelve archetypal Primes as the Rhyme subside and the Waves enGraved in playful Mazes Fade into GroundZero .... The center of the Spindle of the Core Processor....the chessboard squares dwindle and melt in predecessors of Jesting Jesters inGesting Lessons from Gestation ..... Ahhhhhh.....the Spell is Broken.... A simple Token as the spoken narration nestles into a quiet corner of this newly Woken Nation.....


Copyright Charleen Johnston
5-6-2020 

 Your many splendored soul is on fire
 Whole galaxies of growth inside the wire
 Life inTense ships in Trips spinning higher
 Has tipped the scales in the pit of the mire
 Been on a Journey that split from within
 An open doorway born from silent sin
 Inoculation of Sensation as Time begins
 Against the Flow as the Knowing descends  
 Itself just a reference in points of Time
 The Particle playing in Waves of Rhyme
 Vital vestibules on voluptuous Vines
 Flow thru glowing holes in fractured Minds
 Of manifest Destiny and deep tests of Fate
 Blood and Flesh the Blessed keys to Gates
 And waiting Wonders the We Will Incubate  
 Knowing Light is the Life that Germinates
 Insulated within these skins of Sound
 From the Great Mystery in Motion is Found
 The fabulous Fortune that spins Around
 Warm Wells of Water Deep UnderGround
 Teat of The Goddess who Sleeps in Stages
 Of Waking and Taking the Aches and Rages
 The poisonous Plagues thru Aeons and Ages
 Mother of Man and of Mystics and Mages
 Matter of Fact and Maker of Mirrors
 Matrix of Motion and Taker of Tears
 Maat is Measurer and Waker of Seers
 That Forge the Fountain and Turn the Gears
 Has your Seed of Self Broken through?
 Born of Essence in the Heart of You?
 You and I and All InSide of Wide Truth?
 Here and Now In Vows of Age and Youth?
 From this Moment the Mind Shall Flourish
 The Body Shall Bind and Soul Shall Nourish
 Spirit shall Sing as the Mother Shall Furnish
 In EverPresent Now These Cycles shall Turn  
 Will and Wonder and Whispers of Sight
 And delicious discovery of dancing delight
 Intent of Sense in Laughing Lens of Light
 If One can ReMember Eternal BirthRight
 You are the Me that Seams in BeTween
 Sterilize the Blind Lies and come Clean  
 YourSelf is the Reason Seas and trees Dream
 And NowHere is sweetest when Love is Seen
 Cower Not and Free your Sovereign Song
 Your aMazing Play is a Right to the Wrong
 Seed of Bleeding Needs that seem to belong
 Will this Space and Time and Carry it Along
 Never Stopping and never Asking Why
 Flower in towering Tides in the Sky
 And Wander thru Worlds with widening eyes  
 Will the Wheel and Feel the Real inSide
 Be the Radiant Star That you are
 Trapped no longer in trauma and scars
 In this maze of mirrors and waged wars
 Stasis is wasted Bliss in Blocked Pores
 In unOpened Eyes in unOpened I's
 Fallow Figments of Mind Disguise  
 Fields of Freedom as Electric Lies
 Magnetically manipulating Masters of Time.
 
 
 Copyright Charleen Johnston
 6-30-20

 The Time is at Hand in Fists of Demand
 Blissful regulation of States of I Am
 Ignorance of Signals and Sigils of Man  
 Of Pestilence and Power in Windows of WAN
 The Grid is unLocked inFormAtion is Wa(i)ved
 Mind is mined from preConFigured Graves
 Controlled inSpiration of Soulless Slaves
 Masses enRaptured and captured in Caves
 Trapped and mapped in the Masters Maze
 In Neurolinguistic Pastures of Copy & Paste
 A vestibular Labyrinth of Touch and Taste
 System of Synthesis Whorled in Daze
 Of awakened Mournings in manipulated Mood
 Scripted as predicted and Injected thru blood
 Passions Placated By Adulterated food
 Behind the curtains the Cretins are Imbued
 Four fabricated Nodes of the Neural Cube
 Electromagnetic Static automatically produce
 Bars of Prisons and Silent Wars that seduce
 In Agitated activation of efficient radial basis
 A Cloud of Chains Blocking the Oasis
 Schism of Soul Saturated by Spirit Stasis
 Blasting Smart Signals from Artificial Spaces
 From Time Memorial and Impartial Planes
 A Network of Neutral Value Algorithmic Aims
 5G(o)D glorification in the Church of Pain
 Prism Sanctions in Nations of DisAbled Canes
 That Bare the Weight of Matters Fate
 Preys and WarShips gathered at the Gate
 On Twisted Tethers the Tangled DNA braids
 Neurological Naturalization of United States
 Hashtag Homogenization via Hidden Raids
 Rations of Revolution Rendered by wiFi Mage
 
 
copyright Charleen Johnston 
8-22-20 

This is the swan song.....
Demonacrobaticommunist beer pong 
twisted into misty fists 
of sovietLiberal newDawns
In Daze of Knights 
in masks and disArmoured
Rights and Lefts 
that rise enMasse 
to hail the new Pawns 
as they are swapped 
for Queens 
           and Kings 
on the chessboard of Light 
and Dark flights 
of Fancy
Rapt Attention as sewn Dissension
 begets new Dimensions 
of Red Imposition 

Get into position
My friends
Let's say this simply
 so the useful idiots
Can begin to rescind 
their terror
Let's open leaden lids 
and wipe the mirror
Clean, 
this dream is about to get 
more twisted Yet, 
Resistence just a false flag 
assistance 
from the Scripted Set 
and Setting
 as Debts 
are counted and regrets embedded
 in mounting Systems of Slavery

The flavor of this mess
Order out of chaos 
as the agitators profess
....politik pointing to prolific policies
 of pathetic arrest of sovereignty 
as the blessed messengers
 confess their incompetency

This is the Swan Song
I want to say it straight 
but my finger-tongue 
obfuscates 
and nameless shame penetrates 
reminiscences
 of the defenseless days of burning stakes
 and bludgeoned brains 
laid to Waste
 in bodies I've been alive inside
 in times like these
 in lives that bleed the broken neural codes
 that fold me back 
into Somatic Steeds 
that weave my Soul through dreams
 and Seams
 too numerous and bold 
to behold
 in scenes that flicker through 
golden Reels of Old. 

This is the Swan Song 
Born once more 
to bore my way through this maze 
of Youth and Age 
in a new Play 
written on the script of the burning Page
 that smoulders 
with the smoke of Burning Sages
On the stage of Time, 
trapped by my own Will 
to Feel the rage 
and Weild the Wage of War up my Spine.... 
Just trying to climb my way out... 
Rewind the fine twine 
of the cage of mind 
and threads that bind me 
to this climate of crime 
projected from inside the blind screen 
of shouting demons
 Acrobats of simulated semen
 priming the new aeon
 to line up.... 
                 One.... 
                       More....
                             Time..... 
As the Cycles Ride the Tide 
of this Massive Wave of mutating Mind.....
in a sideways glance
 I watch 
as the Trance takes over.... 
The melody of mania 
dances through the crowds 
as the  Swan Song 
                                    Hovers......
              frozen..... 

Charleen Johnston
 
8-27-2020

Charleen Johnston 2011

 It's so trippy, this blank canvas framing the ship that's sinking
The twisted tether of the ripped up shrinking synaptic signal that's blinking 
On off on off on off up down in out all around
It's so shaky on the plank these days    The tumultuous brainwaves resonating to scripted Games from the Scenes and the Sees through the frames we have Made 
Oceans in motion  rotating  notations on the spindle in permutations of fading waystations that rekindle the lost coded programs that reinstate a shady satiation in slaves of I Am
The grave Danger of Buying In
To the Dialectic Demon Antiseptic in vying truths of Us versus Them   Spitting Synthetic Synopsis into the Wind
Pitting mother against father against woman against man against black against white against blue against red     The Prizm Guards rewarding the Obedience of blind adherence to the Program  Lost Souls on a life raft  asking the master Shall we Sink or Swim  hungrily digging for a last morsel of truth Within  
forgetting the parameters of the Play they coSigned and Designed and collaborated to bring online in an effort to Awaken the Sovereign Self That spins the Disk in the drive-thru trip of AllThatIs
Inside 
Hiding
Waiting for a glimpse of reMemberance to twist the story into knots so carefully
Into thoughts that carry the weight of Glory and Dominion as the External Saviour Program Fades away and the true Divinity of Being in each Fractal of Seeing Comes out to Play
The sweet fragrance of Eyes in Yous taking the reigns of the coCreations in this Womb of Truth that births the Seeds in Time and Deeds that blossom into Selves so Free
That Each takes their Place in the Dream
And wakes the Warrior who Chooses to Be
A conscious coMingler in the WideOpenSee.

copyright Charleen Johnston
9-25-20

 I am perched upon a precipice of power
 Am peering patiently into this passing hour
 The tocking time that tics up my spine
 Staff of sovereignty claiming Heart and mind
 Of the fluid and fluctuating seams I was born
 Hermes psychopomp between the worlds
 I straddle horizons between wake and dream
 Am flowing in glowing neural streams  
 The initiation of Jestation in Times domain
 Quicksilver deliverer who delves into Pain
 Flow inTense Knowing inSense Saturation
 I humbly accept growing adept in Saturns Fixation
 Am making my Vow to die in Battle, reborn
 The oath of Thoth, from the womb Torn
 Messenger who travels thru Linguistic threads  
 Of synaptic rapture as bliss of bodies embed
 Mind and Time and Space and Rhyme
 I spin the serpent staffs in waves of Sine  
 Am oozing thru this glowing glue of fluid truth
 The ether twists of Knowing age and youth  
 Trickster Playing games with pure perception  
 Who pries open I~s asleep to deception  
 Sews and grows the stitches and seams
 The flowing roads to the richest of dreams
 Patterns the passions and purpose and pain
 Into Mattered Moments moving thru Veins
 Faces and games and containers for rain 
 And mysteries magic sacred and profane  
 Names and numbers for all but the One
 I am the messenger who delivers the Sun
 Am the swift footed father of playful Pan
 The temptation of sensation of magic Man  
 Initiate to mind as it moves thru Ether
 Who loosens the noose of Io~s tight tether  
 Twists the fists with his serpent staves
 Matter in patterns of particle and wave
 Into lifetimes and light rhymes and bold
 Spaces for grace and beauty to unfold
 To honor the throne as Jester to the king
 Play is the way and light is the plaything  
 The maze is a stage for unraveling dazed
 Neural pathways entwined in minds haze
 Codes imploding from outmoded games
 Awakening hearts shaken from shame  
 Within this shared co.creative dance
 As the quake of the year breaks the trance
 Lunar reflection, the Mage in the mirror
 Nodes of infection engage the terror
 Square and circle , point and line
 The marriage of heaven and hell in time
 Spin the wheel and find the center
 Of Beings great Beauty, now Enter
 Plural passions are all just passing  
 Roads of fashioned masks of Essence
 That make you forget your Eternal Flame
 Begin This Moment and ReMember your name
 And even the Time of unveiling will Be
 End and Beginning, infinitely Free
 In joyful prelude to a new swim in the See
 Twisting Tendrils of trickster Hermes
 Synods of souls Alive in the Flesh
 Again and again our minds enmeshed  
 And I am the psychopomp of pain and play  
 Again I Am, Jester Gestating the New Day.

copyright Charleen Johnston  
12-31-20
 
 First Word In Each Line Holds the Fractal Of my Rhyme

I like to mock the Mockingbirds
I like to poke the shocking nerves
I like to watch as the terror spits
Out from mouths and fingertips
Clickety clack the keyboard smacks
Lips flapping as vitriol cracks
The surface of the peeling sheath
That hides the blues and blood beneath
That boils with rage and scathing pain
As one-time-friends wrack their brains
To scold and shoosh and spitefully spray
Their 'told you sos' across the screens
Thinking that they're so darned clever
Forgetting that the pointing finger 
Always aims straight toward the mirror
Of their very own demons hiding in fear
Afraid to admit they've been fooled again
By the test of the festering war within
That wears the masks of red and blue
Dressed up in fancy political suits
So lost in the drama they think it is real
The marionettes strings are tangled, my dears
The clarity is strangled by manipulated fear
You believe what you see, you see
Because the Net-Flicks the switch of Reality
And if its on a screen by golly it MUST Be
Real and sudden and Oh No, can you believe?
I saw it with my own two eyes! I swear!
See that footage, right there!!!!
I told you so! I told you They are Bad.....Now
Cue the echo chamber as the curtain goes down...
Start a new thread and congratulate yourself
For berating your fellows and falling in line
With the pre-programmed WashingOfMind...
You see, I'm mirroring the collective hypocrisy
In my raspy lambasting of this communocracy
Laugh at yourselves and remember you're human
Just like that other person your poison is harming...

1-6-2021

Hold yourSelves accountable my Friends
Your etherNets are holding you in
Breath no longer on You can depend 
It's trapped gasses are masking the Lens
Coming soon to a theatre near you, Truth...
Soon the Noose is too tight to cut loose
The fight in your blood, the flight of your tears
Next in line please, 6 feet under Dirty Fears
Installment of Barbed Wire inside your Mind
The mission statement of Ties that Bind
Panic to paranoia to participation in Rape
Room to Escape from the Lies that drape
The soft cloak of terror over your soul
Key to the kingdom hiding in the Whole
To Speak freely and seek freedom Within
Hell as the Spells build Shells around Men
Locked inside electroGenetic technoSkies
Inside Minds blinded by rising tides in disguise
Strangled by dangling delusions of death
Cells compelled to sell their breath
In desperation, inDigNations Fate waiting
Tangled truths twisted by hate in baited 
Minds of 01010001111 binary blind spots
The preProgrammed Plot thickens like snot
Flocks mocked in rotting sickness and pain
And clotting like broken neural codes of Brain
Herd huddled in hushed whispers and hiding
In virtual Veins that Bleed, fallow Seeds riding
Shock Waves from crest to shore as Tests 
And Blessed Pores Open for more Infested
Horror to drain the Sovereign Selves of Man
Within the Collective Decay as time Spans
The Periphery, demands that history repeat
Blocked Pathways as Power plots defeat
Nerves frazzled and bedazzled by Light
Of illusion refracted and mirrored Delusions
Terror stricken and errors thickened by fears
They fomented, freedom they fled and tears
Chose to shed for blood they bled in vain
This is a test, a push from the nest of the Game
There is no Power Greater than your Will
Are you ready to steady the turning Wheel
No blame no shame no remnants or stains or
Victims are claimed in the Waking Story
The Path is Open the Road is Clear
Mind is aMazed when there is no fear
Masks fall from Faces who Make the Choice
Silent Suffering transforms into True Voice
Symptoms subside and blind eyes can See
The Immortality of the I~s and the We~s
Puzzled Perceptions Pattern the Way
Pieces return to Wholes in the Play 
Are you ready to Birth your own Being
In Brilliant Renewal, fueling and Freeing
The Seed of your Seeing into the Spirit 
Open to Infinity, open to Awe, WE are It
But we've forgotten, begotten blind eyes
The Time has come to reMember and Fly
Poisoned hearts must remove the Shame
Bodies and Blood must purify the Pain
No ties can bind the One who Knows, Wakes
Longer cycles turning within Cosmic Makers
Coping with Eternity and Playing with Sight
With wild and wonderful dancing Delight
Chaos of Creation unfolds and takes stock
Of flowering Fields in ElectroMagnetic Flocks
Freedom is the Foundation for All to Play 
And Play is the Passion to Pattern the Way
Freedom is the only true Path of Love
Of compassion that lasts and rises above
Self inDwelling in Shells of dense Desire
Too fractured in manufactured woven wires
Trapped by hired hands that block the Bliss
Within a mapped-out scripted Judas Kiss
Their intent simply to help One ReMember
Prizm Sentence of Life as Burning Embers...
Cells as Selves Simply Dwelling in the Deep
See? Its All a Dream of I~s and We~s

1-30-2021

First word in each line makes a fractal of my rhyme 

Let it come
I will hold my naked face to the sun
And give my breath and my death
Over to Life
Let the blind fury
Of the Ordered New World
Inoculate crowds all around me
Against their Spirit
Let it be known
That my Spine shall remain sure
And straight
Rooted in the matrice of my mother
Smiling still as I
Let those I love
Destroy the last vestige
Of their sovereignty
As they knot and tweak
Their ~deoxy.Rib.oh.Next.Stop.Is.Asking
For.Breath~
With a mouth
That no longer knows how to Speak
Let it come
And my naked soul
Will take solace in my naked earth
Away from the crowds
Who have sold
Their last sacred cow
For one more sip
From the poisoned
Trough
Let it be known
That my entire Life
has been Lived
In preparation
for this Trial
As I watch the rind Rot
Around me
Exposing the elements of Wild
Wonder
As the Plot is torn Asunder
I smile
with my naked mouth
Making the air pure
Again
With my gratitude
Let it come
I am here
Naked
&
Unashamed

4-20-21

I am grateful and blessed
and blissed beyond Measure
to have come thru the Matrix 
of This Particular portal...
This Womans Womb,
the Waveform of Being
entangled in Tidal Seeing
rooted here in this Loom
on the warp and weft
of the pain and pleasure
and the games and tricks
as I play at Being mortal
in Times intrepid Tomb.

It is not the first Dance
but an endless Symphony
of enfolded genes
and hologenetic memory
It is not a game of chance
but an intentional theophany
of unfolding schemes
and peripatetic biocartography

I was given the invective Kun!
Be!
And compressed mySelf
into a tiny LightSeed
planted within
a body that bleeds
spirit enraptured
and captured by the decree
to waver between
Doer and deed
as the Verb of Me descended
Down
into Noun of Me embodied
in Sound
Heartbeat pulsing within 
Skin of Mothers Drum
Echoes of rhythm and melody
Willing Birth
and spilling memory
and MomentsOfMe
into the fabric of spaceTime
instantly

I crawled thru the walls of her
Wonder
following the Electro
Magnetic
storm of Lightening
and Thunder
that cleaves Egg
and rends Asunder the Begging
beginning Form
of fertilized Feeling
that clings to Mothers
Walls
Safe inside the Measured Space
of MaMa Mater Matter Maat
Matrice of Mind as Thoth
Impregnates
and BioLuminescent Grace
awaits in Stasis
the Amazing exit from the Gates
of this Nexus
that Enters
Existence
An.Noun.C.I.ng
Me.

4-22-2021

**********************************

The waking awoke me from the broken spokes
Paradox in playful parade of fire and smoke
Of wise and fool and flaming jewels 
Paradise and Purgatory and Names and Tools
Of wandering Souls paying the Toll
Knowing the Self at the center of it All 
The dream of darkness as Journey unFolds
Beloved Becoming the Beauty and Awe
The whispered twist in the Story descends
Terror within the minds of men
Of magic and moments and omens of death
Immortality shatters the body with breath 
Alone on the throne Alive in the brine
In the womb of the mother I Rise and Shine
Heaven a garden And Earth a Shrine
The Wandering Soul Awakens in Time
Bondage only a Self Inflicted Game
Broken shards that long for the Kiss
The denial of Desire that Dampens the Flame
Turn Gods into Men and Mind into Mist
Of mourning Suns and evening stars
The patterns of Matter mirror the Heart
Wheel of Wonder in Wandering Space  
The Time is at Hand in the gathering place
Magic surrounds the opening of I's
Mirror of mystery masks the disguise
Of the Beloved in Form in Finite Flesh
The surrendering renders me bright & blessed
Self A Pointed Purpose inside the sphere
As projections of Light that Turn the Gears
It spins the Fractal and Loops the Feed
Heals the Tears as Fleshbody Bleeds

9-19-21

First word in each line makes a fractal of my rhyme



The Daimons Game of Power


A Resurrection Ritual
a Blessed Eviction of Messy convictions
trapped  within Habitual Cellular
degeneration
A parting of Arms
and a Cutting of Cords
Lifetimes of WarCrimes
  and LandMines
in Psyches Mirrored Mists of Time
as Chessboard Hells Shatter
the Programmed Patterns that Compel 
Passionate Penetration
into the Heart
of the Infinite Equation
Games of Power and
Flames and Flowers
unfolding
the Script that Rips thru the
Eye of Truth
entwined SineWaves
basking in Benediction
as the Storyline
rips loose
A 
Surrender
A Letting go
A Final Dance as
Darkness and Light
in Lovers Flight
breaks the Trance
and releases
Souls
from Grips and Chains
that Bind and Blame
in Roles
so Old
they Bleed the Name
of the One
Game
Beyond
All
Others.
The Battery
Terminals
Tethered
No more
A JumpStart...
of two Giant Stars
playing in Time
Projections in Space
of the Serptentine Embrace
of Plutos Poison
transmuted
into compassionate 
Bosom
within the Moons
Blue Fusion. 
The Daimons Game
The Fool plays Jester
to the Clown
The Chessboard wavers
as the Curtain goes down.

9-28-2021

A counterBalance...perhaps...
when the chasm beckons
and the perilous chapel
seeks its reckoning
thru maladies and maniacal
mishaps
that overlap Present & Past Times
That threaten to Bind
tight
the blind spots with tangled knots
in games of Daimonic power
buried
in unfolding fractal flowers
of 'Sight
   or 
     Blind DeLight'
as the shattered Tower
falls
and offers its gift

A suture to bridge the rift

Shall I fly from this precipice
or fall to my Death
as the urge to transcend
the Bond of Breath

9-30-2021

**************************


In the in Between 
Before the dream
Overtook me...
That effervescent beam 
that clings
Like dew to my 
Mindscreen
After the dark night has risen
Like yeast inside of me
Shone Daimonic face
The trickster dressed in lace
And leather
And choking on feathers 
From my Flock
Mocked me
Pointed to the clock
And shook me from complacency
The Red Tale of Fires embrace
Rose like dawn
And threatened my Face
With scabs of disGrace
 from legions 
Spawn
Fighting for ascendancy
As I silenced the grim
Grip
Of their insistent
Whims 
And kept right on
The same old track
Of dependency
Ignoring the tortured truth
That swarmed my limbs 
And swore to remain imprisoned
Within...
Spoken to me in a cross
Between
Whisper and Scream
As I lay
Trapped in stasis
Peering at faces 
Whose skin
peeled like panic
From the ancient Dream...
 ...Worry of whether
I'm worthy of the flame
Grateful for the shocks
And the shards and the pain
That lodge within
The neural Stains
And strains of my heaving Heart...
"Stop Showing off...
And Make Real Art"
....and in a flash
The great Rash of
Impulsive Inaction 
Flickered in the Smile 
Of the Vixen who agreed
To stop feeding
On my flesh
If I vowed
To rise from the bowels
Of this Blessed Test
Of Will
And say Goodbye
To Patterns that Shatter
The Sanctity of Time
Trapped within loops
Of Mind...
As I Bleed within 
Mother Matter in
Fractal Flowers that Unfold
In Sacred Sines.

10-2-21

I am in the Grip....
The soft lips of silence
Parting
To receive me
The deep longing of reMemberence
Grieves
And delivers the Seething
Wet tip of the daimons
Embrace 
Inside this rushing
River
Of Time and Space 
As the trip
Within
Begins
Peeling the Skin away
Cracks in the blackened
Facade
Tremble in ecstasy
The Nigredo of 
Alchemy
Opening 
As two trapped Currents
Seek amnesty
In the Only
Way
That I~s can conceive
Of Uniting
In this Bleeding Dream...
Penetration
Intensity of Consecration...
the Heart
Of the Diamond 
Body
Built from the Souls 
Transmutation....

10-11-21

I slipped through a crack in the sky
Tripped right over my own silly I
And plummeted
Through the atmosphere
Of dancing atomsHere 
Mapping tears as Phos Fears
Wrath and mirrors
 Refracting Errors
As Eros Arrows begin to fly 
Aimed at Body as Blind Mind tries
To hold on
Hold out
Hold still as Tempest rages about
Weightless Images in cages
Break the lock
And find their way out, in…
Eyes of Mages and Pupils 
And Sages
Wake with the shock 
Of the skin 
As it begins to peel
Away from the clock tocking within
The rhythm of Opening
And closing
Pounding it’s poultice and pouring
Its Salve at ions Dreaming
As men
And women
Dressed as Time
Spiral path in precious Flesh
Dancing thru the Annals of Spine
My oh my
The journey tries my Patience
As I Let Go, satiated by the Doctors
Cosmic Order….the Flow
Aeons of tight fisted History
I now come to Grips With…
I hit the Smooth surface 
Of my Mothers Womb…. 
Taste the salty brine and prepare
To slip through  
SineWave Lips
Soft as sultry hips that shimmy
And shimmer as Soul unfolds in bloom
A Sacred Intention to Serve This
Body of Being 
As I am Birthed from the Dark Deep See
Into the Light of a New Me 
that Bleeds 
Stories and Deeds filled with the Perfume
Of the Divine embrace
Shiva and Shaktis infinite Delight
Making Love from the Loom
Of Time and Space. 

10-25-21


There are some Wakings that come like storms
Electro-swarms in magnetic forms
Dancing
On the tips of Hathor’s Horns
The Temple Priestess 
ReBorn
WideEyed and Me-oh-my
How Time Flies inside the Mind
Wandering Womb 
releasing
Blind sides of Ancient crimes
Buried within these patient Tombs
There are some Wakings that scream like pain
Neurolinguistic nails impaled in veins
Bleeding
And Seeding Stories in silent Shame
The Holy Harlot
Risen
OpenHearted as freedom Parts
The Seas of Self and Dwells in the Art
Of Body’s Bliss 
Burning
The rotting dross from the Fixed Cross
As the Flame is taught to rekindle the Kiss
As Magdalenes  Grail
Returns 
Opens the Urn
Blood flooding in rivers of nerves
As the Impaled Heart
And Mind
Are Healed and Heard….
The Chironic Wound sutured 
With the Salve of Spoken Words
As Pluto and Venus
 Sharing the Shroud
Awake and merge….
Heiros Gamos
Blessed and Bound
In Sacred Sound 
Dance
In Red Velvet
Underground
As 
New Life 
Stirs. 

11-25-21

A Key
Once
Turned inside 
a Locked Heart
Here
In this Space
Where the Water fell from the Sky
And traced
tears on a face
That forgot how to cry
A Scene 
That is Now
For a Moment
Frozen
In Time
As the Dreaming Dervish
Of an Empty Mind
Let’s Go
And 
Spins and Begins
To Follow
The Path Again
That 
Tore the Skin
From 
A Body that Bends
And Ties that Bind
Souls Within
That
Try to Hide

1-3-22

Somatic Trauma Work…my ongoing love affair with Pain

Four Hours in this waking reality
Time-frame
Of intense Somatic Trigger Point
Pain
Bodywork and Descent
Into the Inner musculature and armature
And inPrizmMent
Of my StoriesInTimeSpace
Trapped and held
In my Shape
Navigating landscapes I had
Forgotten
But which had not
Forgotten Me
Twisting into the aching pain
Of the waking strain
Of aeons
Of Trying to See
And Dying to Be
Free
To Bleed
The Agony and the Ecstasy
Of nonLinear Destiny
Wrapped around the core
So tight
We cannot fail
To recognize
The Fight
We locked away
In Prizm Cells
In Somatic Shells that protect
The Seed
As dramatic deeds and
Infected Dreams
Plead
To be Released from these
Semiotic Seams
I cried as the Memories of Me~s
I’ve tried to hide
Spoke again
From the infinite fractal
Face
of wide-eyed Time
In a Space
I created
In Order
To wake the blind
Embryos
Of Selves in Sides
Of Chaotic crimes
So they could swim free
In rising tides
Of harmony
As I unBind them
In this fugue of MyStory
Mysteriously unfolding
Before Me

2-5-22

**************************************

I am a Solar Cell
A Battery
Of Souls & Selves
Charged
By the Holy Dweller
On the Threshold
Of Heaven & Hell
A Matter
Of Patterns
In Stories I tell
Seen thru Eyes
And Mind
And Why’s
Man
Follows
Behind
Tides that Swell
As Time
In Spaces
And Faces Foretell
The Climbing Vine
From Immortal Well
Of Life
Divine

 2-20-22

I am trying to slip through
The Mourning Dew
To be born to you
But the Electric Cord
Is wrapped too tight
Around my neck
I am dying to finally emerge
To feel the surge
Of Somas Purge
But these hectic chords
Are poisoned with spite
From clinging too tight
To the wreck

4-5-22

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Where will this feeling take me
Will it make me into love?
The open noose
Hangs like fruit
From the ripened Wheel above
My open mouth
Crying out
As milk of Mother spills in anger
Over My tangled tongue

4-5-22

The Thing is
It’s never quite so simple as Bliss
As lips part to whisper the kiss
Of creation
Elation drips in desperate twists
Of sensation
Buried in Underground Cells
As maps to hell
Turn ink to anger and Self
To Stranger
Hiding from the empty shell
Of danger
As One Thing
Becomes
AnOther

4-7-22

************************************

“We think in between the joints”
Entire universes spread out like Time
As Space hides Selves lost in sockets
And held in rhyme, woven…wrenched
From the mind and hidden in pockets
Within the spine, the hips,
The Shouldered relationships
That bear the burden of Other
Ways, to know here, to feel, hear
And peel clear of stagnant flesh…
Just one. More.Deep. Breath.
Laying prone in a sea of flesh
Held together by pure force of Will
In a dance with past Feels and Reels
That loop and tangle and twist
As The feedback strangles the bliss
Of Letting Go into the abyss
Of the Space between
The floor
and Me
As Self is reCentered in between
The open Doors and open Seams
Of I and Thou
And dancing dreams.
I release…. The tight grip
That has ripped me apart
For 41 years
Held together by pure force of Will
In a shifting atmosphere
Of dizzy atoms here
Playing tricks of light
In a mind held so tight
The body rebels…
Swelling with the trapped rage
In masked pages of the Word
That Stages the painful dichotomy…
Seams so loose
It all spills out of me
Chaotically
I seem to lose autonomy
Christened by the insistence
Of my Fascial Lobotomy incised
By internal programs
That overRide
Who I Am
And climb thru the cavernous
Space
Between the Fleshy Creed
That plays at Being Me….
It Dawns so suddenly
The force of Feeling bleeds
As pounding Heart Seeds frequencies
Illuminating
The maze that traps me….
Dramatic release….
A lifetimes unEase freed
As the iron grip can no longer hold
I leak right out of the mold
And gather
In a puddle of matter
And Mater and Mother
And matrix
Of Self & Other
And Open to the Fugue
As the Swoon subsides….
And There
I Am
Peering In
From Outside the Lines
Where Dark matter
Claims the Mind
And Patterns
The Play
Of Somas Shame
As it falls into the rhythm
Of psyches Game.

5-14-22

We wait our whole lives for this
Morning light strikes my lips
It’s a kiss I don’t want to miss
It’s it’s own kind of bliss
When the sun rips my mind to bits
And fists let go
of the need to know
Why the seeds we sow
Grow into deeds that show
Just how little of our roots we know
As saltwater tears turn into mist
Our stories Rise from the black abyss
And sing our scars into soft lips
That open like flowers
Held in the spell of Life’s deep Power
As tongue touches wounds so deep
The blood and the salt trickle thru sleep
To dream of a Well that will topple the tower
As Green Man reclaims the game again
And turns Hours into Nows
That are forever Ours
Somehow.

 5-30-22

You can call them 
He Or
   El or Shiva
Or even 
Well…
God….
Perhaps Electricity…
I will say
Sacred Salacious
 Spermatozoan
SineWave 
SUperluminescent PsychoBioBabe
Sparking Time 
For  Selves at Play.
You can call them
She  Or
   Magdalene 
Or Shakti- heavens
 Bride & Queen
Goddess of EveryThing…
Perhaps Magnetism…
I will say 
Sacred Salacious 
Womb of Creation
Sultry SineWave 
SuperMatterMaterMotherMatrix
Making Spaces
For Selves at Play. 
The MagIC MagNet of MagNificent
MagIcians
So ELoquently ELevating ELemental
ELect 
In.perfect.matrimony.
harmony.of.stars.as.shards.
Of.wave-ing.bards. Sparked.
Into.Partic.ulars.forming.worLds.
As.words.disturb.the.silent.stillness.
Of.the.Unobserved.as.the.raw.nerves.
Of.Magdalenes.body.exposes.pure.
Mirrors.of.Magnetic.Seers.ELect-romantically.
Sealed.into.secrets.pretending.
To be.
Here.
Now.
Breathe.

6-20-22

Don’t they know? 
They are all just electromagnetic pulses
All just embryos in the body
Of motherMatterMaterMatrix
Placental playscapes practicing for ultimate
Power in the Now
Or Never
Don't they know? 
They all suck from the teat of the Same name
What’s the Formula for this false Game?
What’s the concoction that allows the blame
To be placed outside
Fingers pointed in chiding derision
Forgetting that the Self 
Makes its own decisions
And needs no Other to order decrees
A sovereign Being earns its degrees
On the zodiacal wheel
No permission needed from any 
Pretense of Real 
Power
This is Ours
It’s now and Flowers
Unfold when the hour is too old
To cower any longer behind the soul
Of latency 
The Elect of Life
Electricity
Spermatic emphatic God of pregnancy
Sparks divine creation
In Magnetic womb , Magdalenes elation
To carry the sonic boom 
Of natures embodied satiation
Sacred
Sacred …..
Scared with hatred and fake matrix
Manipulation
They all scream
All hide in foggy dreams denying
Their own hand in this plagiarism
The Cluster of Cells where
In-dwells the Hint
Of sacrificial embodiment
Asks only to hold the mirror
Do you know?
Do you know Who you are?
Are you a gob of flesh 
Staring into the abyss of imprisonment
Angry at fragments of your own
Disillusionment?
Fears and tears and shame from years
Of traumatic wounds
And dismemberment?
Are you a pulsing electromagnetic spectacle
Of stardust impregnated into the divine mother
I-And-US
Unfolding embryonic supersonic lust
For Life
Wandering Waves of cosmic Dust
Dancing the dream of Being
As Body
Bleeding with the intense need
To See
The True Seed that grows within
This multidimensional PlayPen
Again and again. 
What’s the Formula for the artificial
Algorithm
That tosses you to and fro
From -ism to -ism
Falling prey to the slayers
Of minds beauty
And truth
And dangling your sovereign self
From the tight noose
Of proof
That red fish blue fish
One fish two fish
Keeps the Me
And the 
You
Twisted 
Into dichotomy
Wishing for ancient sanctions
So patiently
Doctoring reality
To give permission
To step out of this glistening
Wet-dream
Steeped
In sterile
Seeds
Injected into bodies
That no longer
Bleed. 
Free. 
The Self.
And
See.
Differently.

6-28-22 

Mirror mirror on the Wall
Who doth fear what the Seers Saw
Swinging Left me Right again
Back where IT Started in the Brain
The Neurolinguistic Nest of Nodes
The Spokes that Woke in Gods Abode
And turned the Wheel and Tripped the switch
As Sovereign Sparks scratched  the Itch
The singular stitch in Tapestry of Time
As Synaptic Rapture Rends the Rhyme……

CLJ 6-15-23

We all Matter into Mother
Measured by Maats Tether
Twisted Sines Waving bravely
In the maze of Ether
All ways Always riding Nows
And nursing from the Sacred Cow
……….but some.in.Time
Rewind the Bloodlines
And find the WideOpenSee
And Enter Consciously
Into the LivingDream
No longer Trapped 
In mapped Out mirrors
No longer wrapped in 
Fears and Tears….
Tangled in whethers
And whithers and whence 
Blaming the Game 
And shaming All Sense
For the Terrors that rip
choice from voice as
Moistened lips
Part
The Red Seams of this
Begotten Reality. 
To be Sovereign
Is to Reign 
Free
From Root to Crown
As Seed to Tree
Becomes What Is
And Always
Will Be…
Adventures 
In Seaming
And Dreaming
I and We
Between
Games of Waking
And
Falling
A
Sleep. 

Charleen Johnston 
8-16-23

I catch myself in a sideways glance….
Heard the hoarse whisper of the apocalypse
The naked mystery of the lord of the dance
Snake charmed ministry in swiveled hips…
Was beyond Time in Sine-Wave Brine
Baffled by Breath and Trapped in Mind
By Maters milky metered rhyme
His Pattern scattered in points and line…
Sin descended in tender twists
He hid the fire in fountains of mist
Shed the blood as the milky kiss
His beloved entangled in silky bliss
Scales in harmony ascend the ladder
To shatter the mirror of mind in matter
find the secret of carbons atoms
The Judas kiss from master Saturn
Snake dance sways hypnotic trance
Within breaking clay and bone 
But hybrid eyes hide the glance
Born from maze of silicone
Again and again the cord unwinds
Is torn from tethered trinity
born from wombs of eyes and minds
Without the measure of infinity 
A sword that splinters sacred words
Skin deep scars that sing 
The broken spokes and spoken chords
Poison every human being… 
Enters every pore and wound
Into every fractal womb
Everything is born to bloom….
…………..Time and Space the sacred Loom.

3-10-2024

(First word in each line makes a fractal of my rhyme)

I rise with the sap
…don’t they all?
But do they savor
The agony of the thaw?
The golden whisper
The gilded walls
That crumbled within
The twisting halls
The manic moments
…electric sea
Magdalenes womb
Opens through me
In chambers of gold
Ripened carbon
Break the mold
With diamond body
I rise with the sap
Pulled by the tide
Waking the wonder
That sleeps inside.

3-11-2024

The Possum Elder speaks
Of smoldering embers on
Mountain peaks
Clearing the way for
The next stage in the game
Smart city tech bubble
Suffocation from natures rubble
As genetic engineers weather
Storms spliced from bloody tears
As programmed gears creak
Through the new dawn
Modified lives and times and
Mass mind control crimes
In smoky mirrors that crack
And spawn
The revolution
Built from fear and steering
Fabricated crisis deoxyribo-rising prices
Of fictions Fueling the predictions
Of a new earth
Covered in smart dust
Sparking apocalyptic flames
Combust inside the fading sane
Birth
Of the mother
And child
Breathless in labor
As operating tables cut deep
Into the heart and soul and keep
The divine child
Stuck within
A technorevolutionary trash bin
Cashing in
As the synaptic rapture consumes
In mountain disaster
Counting the DeathOfStars
Supernova
AlgorithmicIntelligence Takeover
In stupid SmartCars
Made to break your scarred hearts
And take this game to a new layer of
Control
Loss of sovereignty loss of soul
Downloaded programs take their toll
As altered carbon smolders
And hardened arteries turn trees
Into smart cities
To usher in
The wage of war
Within
Psychic space
And the gulags built from
Fragmented minds
And iron bars as mars missionaries
Rise to protect
The architect of the dream
That no longer bleeds
And the bird flies overhead
Signaling sigils and misdeeds
As the mourning DEW
Triggers a scripted set
That’s wet with Untruth
And sinister nous
As heartbeats hang from the noose.

3-22-2024

There is a calm undercurrent of anticipation
A night without armour as stars penetration
Peels back the layers of initiation
From times before in spaces torn
From the watery depths of the mother matrix 
Cellular memories of transfiguration
Lifetimes of fire and water and sensation 
Beckon the reckoning of powerful patience
As sacred thunder and shards of wonder 
Ride the lightening bolt to Pollination 
Seeding Dreams in the Jesters Playground
Pleading with the demons who keep me bound
Feeding the fetus of futures merry-go-round
Diamond body womb from carbons dark tomb
As eclipse slips thru truth to birth sacred sound. 
And here
I Am 
Found. 

4-3-2024

Words do not a Poet make;
A beating heart that bleeds 
To break
Over and over and over again
Is the ink that forges the tortured pen-
Is the blood that spills and fills again-
Is the open I that struggles through time
To weave the words that wake the mind
 As Holy Athanor holds inside
The broken Shards of Soul and Sines-
Waving magic in tragic rhymes
Bleeding seeds that tie and bind
The love affair of Space and Time;

Words do not a Poet make;
A desperate dance with the daemons
Of fate
Over and over and over again
Is the ink that forges the tortured pen-
Is the blood that spills and fills again-
Is the whispered wisdom that bears thru pain
A lucid truth that fractures the brain
 As sacred Golgothas hidden codes
Implode within the neural nodes-
The Christed seed is born anew
From heavens leaven, the holy Dew
The Time is Now and the Poem is You.

Charleen Johnston 
6-3-2024

Shhhhhh……
Don’t write so loud-
They might hear
(Prying eyes that hide
Inside
Minds that fear…)
These words tiptoe 
Down stairs
Under where
No one else knows…
Somas Rose 
So full of Charge
I fear
I am larger
Than Life can hold….
Lead into Gold
As SunLight
UnFolds
Me
From this bed
Of salted tears
I made
As Dream wakes me
Into playful prose
Disguised inside
These fleshly clothes….
That only a Poet
Could Know.

Charleen Johnston 
2.15.am 6.25.24

I just want to Play games
Of Eros
As chains perish
In flames
Behind me.

There is no Time
To hide
No Tic Toc
In the Barzakh
That shocks me awake
In the Blink
Of an
I.

It 
Binds me
Blinds me
Tears me limb from limb
As the veil 
Grows thin
Between 
Now and
When Will it begin?

Charleen Johnston
2.30am. 6.25.24

Neo keeps phyting
But he never wins
A young seed planted 
Stays right Where it is
It’s all A game 
of poles n holes
Seeds in Soils
And sines in souls
Aligned in Time
And Min.e.d from molds
Too loose for truth
To blindly fold 
As Neos Phyte
And  Architects build
The battleground
Where Agents Will
PreScriptZions into Being
As Oracles play at seeing
Through the Dream
Or through the Codes
As Bleeding Seams
To implode the nodes
As Neo Phytes for Trinity
Inside the Womb of Destiny 
ImPlantAtIon 
FertileEyes
Jesters Gestating
In DisGuise
Poking holes in ParaDise
ReVersing poles as sacrifice 
Alchemy of space and Time
The Lamed Smith goads the Mine
 Turning Metals into Mind……

Charleen Johnston 
6.27.2024

The mind points out it’s own precision 
The pen tip presses upon the page 
The blank sheets are washed and dried 
as bleeding crimes in tangled lines
Are hung to dry with dripping rage

The mind draws lines with its own decisions
The desperate drama of dreams debate
The Carpet rolls out the curtains rise
The Callosum opens its Myelin eyes
As actors weave axioms upon the stage 

The mind circles round its own confusion 
The neural nodes nap within the cage 
The fasciculus finds and hooks the hive 
The fissure formed from space and time
Is stitched to heal with macrophage….

….the ritual bell, the wafting smell of 
Burning sages in prizm cells, 
Hanging from the dangling nous,
The heart bares scars from tearing youth
From the of searing truth of heaven and hell…

~Charleen Johnston 7-18-24

A witch I am not, nor sorceress, nor
Magician manipulating thought and mind
No wizard am I, nor priest divine, nor
Queen in the temple of space and time…
Instead, in red, and black and white
A jester playing with alchemical sight
A fool whose tools are broken rules 
That twist and turn in spools of light…
A psychopomp that swims thru veils
A trickster telling twisting tales
That provoke the nodes and neural codes
To waken from their Prizm Cells

Charleen Johnston
7-23-24

The twitch of Dreamtime 
As stitched open eyes
Find Time
To cope with Spaces deep inside

I am full with Child
Ripe with fruit
Nerves on fire
With the desire
To open the womb
And carry thru
This seed of truth

Where and when and how
Did the germination 
Take place?
I can’t seem to remember
The breath of
Grace
That spoke to me
That broke the hymen
And woke the seed

My belly is swollen
And round
The active fractal
Of self
 within
The shroud
Tumbles around with forceful
Kicks
As I wander thru psyches
Maze of bricks
Trying to be found

It is Time

In this Space

Just like
 in waking life
So many moons ago
A nodal cycles synodic flow

Sudden fear
For just a moment
Can I open wide enough
To deliver the Numen
Can I bear the terror
Of this movement
As the veil tears
And bares
The burden
Of Being
Human?

Do I push It thru
Or does It 
Split me
In Two
Into New Moons
And Minds
As Daimons ride
The wave with me…
Cry out in pain with me…
Wade thru stains
Of bloody chains
That break when the waters
Pour out of me ?

Breathe
Let go
It’s so Real
I Feel
It burst thru
Huge
Alive
Wide eyed
And thriving
Outside
Of Me

My Goddess….!
….The Beauty
The Wonder the Wisdom
Of Womans Body
Alethias forgotten
Melody
My God…..!
….My God
Thou hast christened me
Theos unLoosed
From crystalline
Seams.

Now to nurture
At the breast
Turn blood to milk
Like water to wine
As I climb inside
The feathered nest
Of the divine

I remember
Then
The Name of him
From which
This body 
Born from me
Was given the spark
From electric seed 

Full exposure
Nowhere to hide
The sight of the light
And the scope of the size
Of this daimon in dream
This daimon in me
This playful parade 
Of uncertainty
Birthing me
From within

A mirror of matters magical
Twins 
As Mater and Pater
Outside and In
 join
At the hip
And dance and spin
Deliciously tangled
In SineWave
Grins. 

The Stitch of Dreamtime
As twitching I~s
Rewind Time
In Spaces opened from deep Inside.. 

Charleen Johnston
7-26-2024

(Based on last nights vivid dream of pregnancy and giving birth)

A long slow slide into degradation…
shuffled into the perfect 
recipe for biocessation
Everything that you have been taught to fear
Is backwards
The swords of discrimination
Are lacking more each year

Prepping you for the greenhouse
You’ve been potted
In depleted soil
For the smart dome that invades
Your biome
And becomes your home
It’s almost here
You’ve been prepped and steered
Along the abyss
The Judas kiss
From the many tiered
Mirror
Of your fears
Here
…
Create panic , hide from the sun
Straight into the blue light of the floodlights
That mine sight and tie your eyes
Too tight
To run….

You are a brief elaboration
Of a tube 
That stretches mouth to ass
Filled with steller mass
There is a light show within
Your skin
Inside
Where life begins to dine
On photons 
And digest the Aeon
Trapped in time

biology uses light’s duality to sculpt life
What are you being sculpted into 
In this blue light haze
A maze of fading dreams
Owned now by the real
Estate Agents of Virtual Things
That occupy your inner life
And nullify your Imaginal
Mind
Running from the blind
Minotaur
Hungry inside his circuitry
Waiting for the tender feast
Prepared
Carefully
And risen like yeast
Inside the meat
Suits
Who no longer need
To bleed. 

9-9-24

Everything Sees us
It seizes us
From inside
The eye and thine
I me mine
Entwined 
In Sines of the Times 

All roads lead 
to the Torus
Hyperspheric tears
That Fall
From the Eyes of Horus
Making Waves
That Bleed before Us

Emanations
Of the Faces
And Names
Of God
La ilaha illallah
Everything Is
Until
It Is
KNot

9-19-24

GeoEngineered Nanospheric Tears 
That flood
And break blood with the brethren
It’s a fantastic mask of the Weathered
Lens
A drastic attack on all sense 
As the minds
Of men
Totter on the fence
‘It all depends on where you begin”
To See
The Eye of the Storm opens Wide
At Sea
The Shutter flutters at warp speed
To ravage the masses…
Its a haunting hell that smells of deception
Taunting the dwellers
In the realm of perception
Where landslides tear the minds
In two
Rip the fabric of Time as the Rivers
Rise
Steered by the gears 
And fed by the tears and bleeding hearts
Within this atmosphere
Of false gods and false starts….
‘Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear
The falconer
The center cannot hold
Things fall
apart’
Right on Time and Left In Space
The BodyPolitik.All Race
Speeds through
Like floodwaters unleashed
By occult forces of unTruth
And abuse
….the slippery noose that tightens
Upon the neck of youth
And age
As modern day slaves break loose
And spill their rage
Upon the blank page of cyberNous.
It’s what happens
You know
When the blind intellect thinks it reigns
Supreme
Demiurgic surges from rains 
Seeded at sea
In Frequencies that feel real
But fail to bleed 
With the bodies needs 
Cut off from the heart of the human
Creed
Grasping for the apple with a rotten 
Core
One byte away from an open Door
In-Between
This World and This Dream
As the floodwaters recede
And set in place
The next stage managed scenes
As the Raven quoth ‘Nevermore’.

Charleen Johnston 9-29-24

The Eye of the Storm 
stares
From the panopticon
EMP bursts from the pentagon
Playing with power
DisAster decreed from the Tower
Of Babylon
As Death of Stars seed terror
In declarations of War
As seas bear the burden
Of blame
Spewing forth the wind and the
Rain
Bred from the electromagnetic
NanoGrid that surrounds
This mainframe
Now
What a sinister Game
To Play
As red blood is shed on a
chessboard of mud
And death
Of communities
No Geodetic immunity
In the mountains
There
The blue tears of well greased gears
Demolish the roads
That lead out of here
Into where
Mirrors shatter
And the manufRactured floods
Leave lives tattered
And bare
We all share this Destiny
We all
Carry this blessed cross
Through eternity….
The Puppeteers are drunk
On spoiled wine……
Unleashing the genies
From their techno-vines
That strangle the hearts and
Strangle the minds
Of the brethren 
The sacred kin
The flesh family that stands within
The prison yard
Electromagnetic barbed wire
Prizm Guards
In Fields that starve
The Cells
Thick syrup blood coagulatio
Forgets how to flow
Clots and Rots in veins
That know
No longer
How to bleed free
Woven enmeshed with nano-borg
Bio-Tech Tissue in flesh
Like marionettes
Dancing to frequencies
Spewed out in dissonant alphabets
That speak decrees
Against the sovereign 
Bioluminescent human blueprint…:
Saturated wet
We are
Filled with regret for the loss of
Our blessed Will…..
Dangling from the Nous
Of the fiery Wheel 
That bears the cross
Of the broken spokes
That speak in broken codes
That have forgotten
How to
Feel. 
Stay Strong my Friends.
This Next Level of the Game
Is getting Too Real…. 
The Script is All Set
To Be ReVeiled. 

CLJ 9-30-24

There is a cataract in my I 
As a matter of fact 
It’s a Matter of Why 
It’s a Mystery hidden 
in shattered
Minds
fractured Skulls 
manufactured
EnMasse
MKUltra Doldrums
Programmed for the
Trumpets Blast
As Vying Vultures
Dine on  dying cultures
In the Petri Glass

The Cloudy Retinas
Stare back at me
In disbelief
Regurgitated memes
Offer no relief
To the crowds
Who are gathered
In Ether Nets
Screaming loud
As broken necks
     dangle
From the Nous
Of the tangled Hex

They stomp their feet
And loudly proclaim
It’s simply ‘climate change’
As the simple software
In their simple
Brains
Cling to their masters
Who programmmed the Game
‘Take my Vote take my Vote!!!’
As the holes are drilled
In their leaky boats
As their souls are filled
With anecdotes
As planned panic
In demo(n a)cr(ob)atic 
epidemics 
Offer up their scapegoats

Splintered psyches
Will grasp at straws
Every Alter 
Wanders Lost
Within the Halls
Of the HollowCost
Seeded from the frequencies
As Seamen spawns
Artificial breeds
No need to bleed
In the new creed
As Paradise is Lost
And Paradox is Freed

Which way shall we go?
Apoptosis or Necrosis?
Pop-culture doses
Of symbiosis
Or sovereign exploration
Of Live Gnosis?
Menses-Mined 
Over-controlled
GovernMen.t on Patrol
Third eye Blind
Dumbed-down souls
Craving Slavery
Tied to Polls….
Lies are Built
LiFe.S deFiled
On Wiped FiLes
Of the Old..:::
Can’t you See
Currents……you See,
No longer tied
To Standards
Of Gold…
Currency dies
As CurrentSeas Rise
And blurry Me~s
Close their Eyes…

There is a Cataract in my I.

A cloudy sense of Wondering Whys.

CLJ
10-9-2024

Each side feels entirely justified
In their hatred
It was planted inSide
Each wide open I
Thinks it sees what Lies
Beneath
The threshold of Belief
….thinks itself revolutionary
A bastion of truth
On this merry-go-round
        ….carnival set loose
Within the fairy ring of Loud
Mouths
    Proclaiming their own Bias
To be so Sweetly Sound

Each Side swears this is the End
   Of Something
But What Thing is It
That is crumbling Now?
      Where is the finger pointed?
Sharpened like pencils
     Scribbling within  stenciled lines
To draw the boundary
      Around their captured minds…:::
Terror and fear, 
     ( oh dear….
              Hear we go again
The pendulum swings and brings
     The opposite demons into the ring)
That which one cannot Own
Within
Becomes the Face of the Beast
That threatens to Swallow the World
       :::l i s t e n. U p. B o y s. N. G i r l s:::
Untangle the threads in
Your own bitter heads
Defragment your own HeartDrive
And own your own sins
             Because what you See
Is What You Look With
     Clear the connection 
And strengthen the bandwidth
            So you don’t fall Prey
               To the illusions that ‘They’
Have woven into your brains.

“When you're out on the road and feelin' quite lost
Consider the burden of fame
And he who is wise will not criticize
When other men fail at the game”

Take A Deep Breath
Reel in your Ache
The frightened Eyelids
Believe they are awake
But the heavy weight
Of the masters of Fate
Are spinning and spinning
As the sleepers debate….

The strangest thing 
about living behind screens
Are the I~s who believe
They can hide their own seams
But the constant toll
Of the endless Scroll
Makes it so easy for their
Souls
To be seen ….

So take a deep breathe
And step into the center
And reel in the hatred
That breeds more terror.

124875 369
Eternally shifting Tides. 

11-6-2024

I live surrounded by mirrors
I like the way the light reflects
And objects change
Relationship
When eyes
Play
From different angles
Angels swim through the glass
Rays of tangled Mass
Passing
Through 
As maps to clearer Vision
As time and space
Collapse
Inside the 
Prism.

11-8-24

No no, you See
You didn’t take your power back…
You didn’t open your fragile eyes…
You were drip-fed a sick fetish
and left in the bed
To cry…
Dripping wet with Punishment
(salty brine from
GovernMent …)
…..CunningLinguists dressed for Crime
As the dangling Fish
Hang from the line
Tipping the Scales
And working OverTime

You are Just 4Play 4 These WarGames
That take place on the MainStage
Inside Your Mind..:::..
4B Programmed Seeds
Electromantically engaged
     In 5G Cages
 that no longer Bleed
    HemoHobGoblin 
   Global Mockery
With
 Genetically Modified Pomegranate Seeds

No no, you See
You didn’t take your power back…
You didn’t open your fragile eyes…
You were drip-fed a sick fetish
and left in the bed
To cry…
….Tied up in knots with lots
Of fishing twine
Broken Sines …
Gushing Waves
   MK ultra for modern day Slaves
Superficially Chaste…
Damming the Flow
While Damning the Beast
     (It’s All
Just for Show…. 
Magdalene Knows 
       (the  Rose
             The Rose
                 The Rose
Is the True Path
                  You Seek…)

( lets take it real slow…

……while you take a little peak)

CLJ 
11-8-24

Here it comes

Bringing Magic thru the trees

A synaptic surge as myelin sheaths
Breathe with the pulse
Of pure Dream 

The Rapture is a map to the flaming Astēr
Wrapped within the folds
Of Matter

Fire and Light 
Penetration
Inner Sight
SupraSensation
      Master of Mind
Dance. 
           Of.
                 Illumination.

Aho.

11-9-24