Category Archives: poetry

There is a Cataract in my I

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)cro(b)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

Minotaurs Maze

We stand at the border of choice and chasm
Are these painful platitudes simply spasms 
Uploading consciousness into the Drive
The Masters' Disastrous Path to the Hive
Current See is Redundancy as currents bleed
Reality from the veins of the You and the Me
Via manipulated mind maze gathering slaves
Sustained SineWave notations digging Graves
Neural intrepidation saturating the Film
Biophotonic regurgitation of bionic Whims
Intention is the Blood and flood of Becoming
As HeartBeats Synchronic feats of drumming 
5GoD Grids tuning the etherSpheres
Directs Crystal dimensional sonic Tears
Media(L) Mirrors torture terrified Players
Nerves Firing Burning through layers 
To initiate the New level of the Game
Output generated from Aeons of Shame 
Hysteria operating thru blasphemous blame
While terrified CreatorGods forget their Name
Human Beings Becoming shadowSelves
Bodies forgetting wherefore they dwell
Lose their Spin and Vacillate in vain
Boundaries obliterated thru HiveMind Stain
And here is the Time and here is the Now
Are we Ready to nurse from the Sacred Cow?
Absorbed in the Milky Way of Silky Space
Into the womb of our Being and Seeing, or Will 
HiveMind homogenize the Sovereign Spirit?

 Copyright Charleen Johnston
3-20-2020

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

I dare you to follow the Minotaur in the maze
And waken from the cloudy haze
Of disbelief
You may not know
Nor care
How all this works
But ‘they’ do
And use it against You
The only way out of the the maze
Is to learn to steer
Your own neural pathways
And let go of the identity
Of BioSyntheticSlaves
I left a red thread you can untangle
And start to see Matters from other Angles….
👁🌟👇🃏👇🌟👁

Poisoned Cup

“We shatter the foundations
Of all
You hold dear
So we can Build Back Better
Without having to clear
The land
In preparation for the grand plan
….clap your hands
Out there
In the grandstands….!”

It’s the same old Story 
From the same ole Stage
There are no limits
To the Wars that are waged 
There are no moments
In this programmed plague 
That come unbidden
From the goldenCage

“Repent for your sins,
God has smitten you down!”
Scream the voices from 
The Blue watchtower..::
As Red Blood floods
In this sacred Hour
(It’s Now or Never…
The takeover is clever….
Engineered fear
Dressed up like Heaven)

……..but that is bullshit

….just twisted political
Bait from the pulpit….

As any Fool knows
The Mother is always blamed
Shamed and 
Tortured again
While the wraiths in the Ivory Tower 
Shower the land
With powerful bands
Of electromagnetic powers
That were seduced into this
Realm
A shadowy summons from the
Hidden Hand…..

When the blind intellect 
Becomes deluded
With its own
Pretense of the throne
It terrorizes the Body
And the blood and the bones
It has lost its grip
On the soul
Just a sinking ship
On a timeline that slips
Further each day
Into the arms of sweet decay.

“ calm down silly people
…::::: we are sending help……
We’ve been building the lies
We are preparing to sell….
We will make you beg for what we have in store
One little knock
On one little door
One Little Rock on one little shore
Is all it takes
…….
       When the levee breaks
             And the New Grid Goes Up

As we offer you solace from a poisoned cup”

CLJ 9-30-24

Eye of the Storm of the Panopticon

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

GeoEngineered Nanospheric tears

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

A mass of sorrow mixed with blood

My mother is calling
and I never tried to hear
all my life I have lived in fear of fear
seeing only red
the color of blood
watching only for the rain
to cleanse everything with mud
I have been waiting for so long
just to find you here
waiting so many years
wanting nothing but to torture you-
into loving me....
my deepest , darkest fear
is that you will not know me
that you will pass me by...
and then my eyes will cry
but not me....
for my heart is not a heart at all
it is but a mass of sorrow mixed
with blood...
and now I am waiting for the 
filth cleansing mud. 

CLJ 1997

Somebodies old socks have torn

Somebodies old socks have torn
and I never meant to be a bag
with a hole in it-
not the least bit of cares
but a worry undutiful to the mind
with your beefcake junksters
riding in the passenger seat
and you hit the gas
no movement as you jerk the wheel
across the road your dignity ran
(at least you know you had it)
but as the wind sweeps
and the sun goes down
a tiny tear is used to wash my cares
and I find a rose under the stairs
it has my name on it-
like a hero from the movies, 
a none other than comical character
I see that I have been born
and my mother eats panty hose
to keep her warm in the winter
my sisters all laugh
and my brothers aren't alive
(I never had any)
so as I cough up integrity 
I try to close my eyes 
without shutting them
and I chase away the worry
and I don't complain....

CLJ 1997