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.

124875 369
Eternally shifting Tides.

11-6-2024

I Rectify your Error

I rectify your error
with urges of despair
I watch your body disappear
into the nighttime air
I hear your shadow weep
as your ailing body sleeps
and I know
that you can not know
that I am watching over you
protecting you
from the truth.
In constant state of madness
you toss and turn and cry
and my duty to defend you
appears to be a lie.
I crush the morning sun
with the darkness of my heart
one cannot be alone
with the faint of heart.
And now the sounding of the harp
and then the final war
and in the days to come
we shall heed the whore
and time will stand still
and the rivers will run dry
the moon shall hang limp
weeping as we die
for life was meant to end
and the ending calls us near
and so, my friend, that is why
I have followed you here.
You shall be the final act
upon my silent stage
and you shall thank the world for me,
your brutal, honest sage.

3-2-1999

I have Absorbed You

I have absorbed you, your fate
your unhate, and your
skin into my within
and I like it- love-
could anything always be so grand?
When the pull of hush
grasps my hand
your hand(some face)?
Summer is creeping in
feeling thin and,
oh, my friend! What comes before?
Tis only always nothing more
than everything that craves the core(sponding catch?)
Click like clack
and tic like tac
and toe dont know where nail is at-
in the wrist-
pinned up, fist to fist
against the shift of tide
where In I ride
with silver horse, silver moon
(silver dream comes too soon?)
Crucified in a dream
freedom from the lie
freedom from the thief
crowning unfaith into belief-
concentrate(demons falling) need
to see them calling
crawling in on all fours-
into my skin- (where only you
are allowed in).

8-24-2000

Ancient of Days

By William Blake
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