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....
Frantic. These Antics have got to stop. The mirror is clearer when viewed from the top. Away I go, only this and this I know: the Flowers have the power that we are looking for! Count the hours as they sour until the midnight moon has bore.....the dream that seems the same but in another name, in another Game....she smiles still she smiles real she is Calm Now by the illusion of Sunset Clean by the act of surrender. Where does the Shadow run to and where can it hide when the forces of Mind have locked it inside?
Mothers hands have been Cleansed she claims no piece she wants to be released.
Heathens! We have come from the far corners of this inevitable world we have come bearing Gifts we have come wearing Risks like the promises that sink beneath our skin neglected skin.....lethal doses of illusionary Sin.
Why have you forsaken me Master what have I failed you? Sweat and tears are only fears if you can waken to your Whys.
Peace has come To this lonely Heart Shaken from the Waking but she Always plays her part. Quietly she has come to you asking for your hand in Truth openly she has asked of you to bury her prayers beneath your wings and to be held by the heartstrings of your wonderings.
Wake up, to your Dreams and know that they are more than Seams …..a place to find your freedom find your Lore find and seed them from your Core without the separation without the preparation without the desperation we seem to find. Everywhere.
Tell me, Sweet Love Where does the Mourning go when the New Sun ushers in?
These mists fade before my eyes I am steadied by the cries of the wild, the untamed where lie the bones of other days and other ways.
Fragment by fragment I put the puzzle together, to gather the trust and the truth of the Mother; to feel the looseness of the spirit when free.
My beautiful one, where will we lay our heads when night stalks the landscape with dreams and escapades and whisperings? Where will our feet find rest beyond the nest of our own great solitude, beyond the realm of the Maddening Moon?
Tender kisses sent like rain to stain your lips and to flame your heart, twas you that broke the bread, that cried in pain, that wandered wounded Time and Again.... sit down. Lay your weary bones to sleep and wonder silently of the beckoning Deep.
Just hold the mirror close to your Face, every line and every crease and every scar have written You like poetry, played you harmoniously; See the light reflecting from your eyes, penetrating any disguise... This is where we dwell. This is where we dwell.
I make my way inside, the tomb and rise again from feelings that flew too close to you,
torn from the womb, tethered hands sworn to illumine weathered lands
and i crash again back into seed
full thrust while blossoms bleed life into the few of the new breed
that makes its way thru density seizing sight, thru intensity of light that makes it all grow
up and away from the roots that know...
breaking tearing swearing making moods that fade too soon foods that make new moon
out of fragments that form too loose sometimes
to hold the rhyme inside, tucked beneath the rising tide of things we share and things we hide
waiting for the revelation to seep up from our pores into our mind tending the sores that stifle the times which await birth here in the name of earth in the name of the mother in the name of the bearing and the burdens of Other ways
to see here, to know here, to feel hear and peel clear of stagnant flesh
saturation
the sudden dawning e v o l u t i o n and i n v o l u t i o n
POISED
between worlds in balance minds of latency bending and twisting
and T U R N I N G back upon itself
remembering the white shroud which once it wore swore to remain unstained but the blackened charred robe of the stars of the wisdom of moments tore thru that fantasy to create a dream so real it s e e m s to feel its own thrust in the darkness of the blinding light beckoning sight into existence.
Resistance repeats cyclic defeats and victorys
mysterys mana urging us on toward the breathing pull of the sun as it rocks a n d cradles its child gently beneath the vestment of LIFE.
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 cocreative 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.
Charleen Johnston 12-31-20
First word in each line makes a fractal of my rhyme
everywhere I look, everywhere I see the darkest of darkness peeking out from a cracked vessel trying to Be
woman turns on man, sister on brother pointing fingers gnarled snarls condemning one another
the great Web, tangled souls, human mess terrified Minds , shouting mouths convinced of their own righteousness
lost in the labyrinth of mental tricks blaming each other for tocs and tics forgetting that flesh and heart and blood mean more than media falsehoods
Ideologies and Isms created as schisms which one do you belong to? hate your brother your father your mother unless they agree with you ?
We are all the same here, we are all in the Tear that falls further each day from the Eye that seems to look the other way
so close your Screen, stop tapping keys open your heart, try to see youve been tricked into hating your Human Family
As long as the Hatred blinds the Fearer You are the same as your Neighbor Staring in the Mirror
“Spy vs. Spy, baby’s a freak show Lines form just to the right of your keyhole Eyes from the paintings seem to follow Mirrors cap both ends of your telescope.”
I will remember what it was like to be born, and all the beautiful things I used to point at before I could speak them. I’ll reinvent curiosity and memorize delight.
I will forgive, because no one survives. I’ll keep the bruises but get rid of the blue. I’ll kiss my Judas back. (I have my own crosses to carry).
I will believe in ghosts and fairy tales. And elves and science fiction. I won’t declare a world impossible until I’ve tried to build it with my hands and when my pulse shakes like a leaf, I’ll say sure, let’s, why not.
I will fight with the sword of my tongue, not my fists. I’ll also fight with my silence and lips. And turn all my blood into metaphor and blossom my way into fierce cherry trees.
I will love like it’s the end of the world and the house is on fire. And if it’s not, I’ll bring the matches. I’ll love even when I don’t, or when I lose, or when love’s fleeting like sunsets or thick like bone or long or heavy or boring like the book I’m never done reading and writing.
I will live every day like it never happened before or like a tune to a song still unwritten. And I’ll record every hour on my face, and in this short-lived human dilemma, I’ll try to be in all my pictures, heartbeats, adventures and wrinkles.
I will dream up my reality. I will not be reasonable or realistic. I’ll write sideways on lined paper and I’ll always put heart over matter and imagination over knowledge.
I will create a thousand planets from scratch and then I’ll add them to the Milky Way so I can help expand the universe. I’ll make up a new language out of dust and come up with a hundred different ways to say your name.
I will be honest rather than loyal. Because to get through the dark forests of life you need a lamp, not a shadow, and trust is not a blind soldier but the soul’s one and only chief of staff.
I will be wild and untamed. I will believe in wolves. I’ll be insane, uncivilized, emotional and personal. And I will take the ring to Mordor even if I don’t know where Mordor is. I’ll be the child I left behind. I’ll be the door and key to me.
And when I come to die, the only thing I will regret is leaving all my stories, unfinished, on your chest. But I should hope to live in such a way, that time would breathe me out and back into your lungs, until there’s no more me or you or words or why.
BlissNinja 