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Who knows….

…Who knows
and who cares
       anyway
  (some might say)
   because only God
   knows the way-
hmmm...
    I'm only a child
    weak in the knees
    self contaminated speck
on deck
    for a new kinda ride
    stuck inside the high
    wondering whispering watching 
        the clouds roll by
talking quietly 
   to myself
     pulling the appendages off
  my body
    one after another
 until I am just an inch
tall....

December 2000

Untangle from the Nous

It’s time to go
Down
Inside
Within
Echos and grins
Of times
Long ago
Again

It’s time to pull
The threads
Loose
Untangle
Heads
From Nous
That dangles
Too close
To this

Tapestry

Wrapping me in silken
Cocoon 
Memories 
Like Maters Milk 
Born from blood
In Tomb
Torn from
Moon
And Madness
And trapped
Floods
In veins
That ached to bloom
But instead
Lay dead
In ivory bed
Dreaming
Of
Red

Monsoon

Twisting tendrils
Of ancient 
crimes
Broken chimes
That signal
Doom
As 
Woken slumber
Fumbles
With moods

Folds number
And name
Into games
Of
Me~s
&
You~s

As Bodies lie bruised
Shaken from truth
As soul
Let’s loose
It’s claims
Of 
Youth

Charleen Johnston
12-4-24

We Were

We were young lovers
eyes peering out
of darkness
hearts swelling
teardrops
drifting through the walls
of our souls
reaching out from nowhere
hoping for somewhere
to rest
to resign long battles
tearing open flesh
where pain was born
long weary nights
wondering at the
maze of thorns
inherited
over time
over mountains
of desperation

We were young lovers
fearing ourselves
twin flames
of craving
engaged
in a dance of dreams
entwined
by an invisible
thread
dangling
unseen
on the path
of our souls.

6-20-2009

Magdalene Knows

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

The Trump Card

The Trump Card is the Wild Card
That plays amongst the Glorious Shards
That twist themSelves into Stars
And refract the facts of WhoWeAre
Playing Games of Growing Glows
Synoptic Salutations of Yes&No
In&Out&Up&Down&Here&Now we Go
Thru Ether Films of Fantasy
Shifting Light of You~s & Me~s
Taking Time and Stitching Seams
Into Scripted Twisting Dreams
Interference is inherent and appears 
As aParent in this Vale of Tears
Amplified and polarized into Sides
Double Split Slit to Categorize the Tide
The Synodal Vote will energize the Rise
Of Lids from Eyes which undergo
Anodic Dance with Cathode diode flow
Inside the trance and the Trip of We
Hiding Magnets within Fields of Electricity
The womb of the Waters birthing Seeds
The Cross of the Cosmos perpetually 
Arising Aries fiery Impulse to Be
On the Disk Til the Fish Returns to Sea?
I AM.....a R.andomA.ccessM.emory
In the Drive to Find the Hard Rind
That covers the Lovers embraced InSide
A Byte of the Apple and a Rite of Way
A Light in the Darkness Living to Play
For the Joy of Discovering Eternally
Which is Which and Who is Me?
Infinite Glitch in the System of Sound
The Shiva Destroyer of Stitches Unwound
 
 
 Charleen Johnston 
4-27-2020

The Swan Song

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

She said, you said

She said  “I am often astounded at seemingly intelligent people who are no more than marionettes to various programmed responses. “

You said : “hear hear!”

She said “Most likely you will think I’m referring to ‘all those other people’ and not you”

You said “oh dear, how weird.::”

She said “But whoever You are if you’re reading this
It’s highly probable that you are guilty of shouting out toc tic software programmed right into your
Hard drive
I mean your mind”

You said “not I, not I, I am a completely autonomous free-thinking individual.::::”

She said “Because real estate is Inside the Self
And if you believe these memetic catch phrase trigger-terrors that are colored either
Red or blue
And drip-fed into you
You are a robot who can no longer remember that you lost
Your sole
Back there
In the path
Where your shoe
Became too big for your foot. “

You said “ yes, yes! Damn world will
Burn now that it’s been colored with Red Crayon”

She said “ …….repeat repeat repeat after me::: it’s utterly pointless to explain when the circumference
Is wound too tight around one’s brain: point taken, right out from center. “

10-6-24

Eternally shifting tides

BlissNinja ai art
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.

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Eternally shifting Tides. 

11-6-2024