Category Archives: poetry

🃏✨Eye of the Hurricane✨🃏

…the eye of the hurricane is on its way,
to ransack and flapjack
the core of all our brains,
speeding up the rate at which
we perceive the perforation,
the fate of which could rip and tear
a nation, a station, a
fusion of minds incoherent
redundant
grasping for meaning but dormant
fleeing the feeling of torment
peeling the rots from the dealings and
knots from the zealous
run leper run

run leper run
its all just for fun
on a level so deep its not understood
does it make it less
Real
does it make it less concrete
does it make it worth
the run
the gun
the gripping of the sun
in attempt to hide defeat

SMILE
on the periphery it is a storm,
a chaos,
an insistence on resistance
but at the core, it’s unchanged,
it neverwas and neverwillbe,
and neveris,
but still
existing
giving us the balance to create
lands in time
hands in line to co create
with malleable laws

implicate order enfolded within
each explicate experience
shooting out from the source
in fractals of difference and intensity
and vibration and density
till the impulse reaches completion
loses its thrust
coarsens its vibration
yet mimics the One
and then begins its evolution
back to the Within
with all the cohesion of experience
and lessons
and soulsparks and
mouldings holding on to Awareness
as it ascends
back to the heart of the hologram
to enrich the totality
of all that is
with each divine perspective
as it returns
and ReTurns the wheel
as the cycle continues
and spins out again
the impulsion
the force
the flickering light of love
to enforce
the dynamic dance of desperate
dreams……………

(Charleen Johnston 2002)

Neo keeps Phyting

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

Between Now and When

Art by Maid Chronkite

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.6.26.24

Somas Rose

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.am6.26.24

Going In

Embodied Poesis

Improv dance by BlissNinja /Charleen Johnston

Music by Human Experience/Kat Factor/Katya Rose

🔥Going In🔥

“When we dance, we wake up, we get down and juicy with ourselves, we have fun and forget all the heavy shit we carry around. In the dance we get real, get free, get over ourselves. Movement kicks ass. When you truly surrender to your own rhythm, you look so cool, so mysterious, so seductive— the way you deep down really want to look but don’t trust that you do.”

Gabrielle Roth, Connections: The Threads of Intuitive Wisdom

Spirit Passing Over Me

Happy the Artist had some of my Ai art printed in vinyl for my car!
I build shelter out of scraps
Of form left behind
Scattered in my mind
Out of place
Just a face of the task at hand
And the wilderness is free
It beckons me
Leaps out at me when I try to
Stand, its
Been so long since my feet
Have touched land
And the beasts they form
A circle around me
Praying for me
At first I am afraid and I
Fail to see
But gradually I am allowed in
To see the light I’m
Wallowing in
And I make love to the leopards
Of my own making
Touch tongue to the gentle
Awakening
Healing taking place between
This world and this scream
That opens the door,
In this valley, in this forge
And how high can I fly
When my spirit is untethered
My feathers bending with
The wind
As I am gathered in
By the hands of the one
I am cradled and gently
Laying stable upon
This shaking ground
This haven I have found
And dwelt upon
Till now
But I remake myself
I trace the fake parts of
This hell
And make them new
I make them true
I dance with them until
They are no longer blue
I am taking this shadow
And teaching it form
Without walls
Pure storm
I let it gently cascade over me
As my body bathes in the breeze
Of spirit passing over me…

Charleen Johnston 2002

Velvet Thought-Cars

Happy the Artist finished repainting the ninja steed!
Restless nights breed
breathless dreams
Selves are bursting
through my seams
into Abstract
messes of Me
slipping over stars
in velvet thought cars
weaving in and out
of Light
but never getting far
too many times
I have read
between the
l i n e s
and still SunsRays seep
into mine
split and splayed she
sings her rhyme
time after time
and sight after sight
fighting for life
In this restless night
these listless dreams
free me it
seems
but still I am salvaged
from selves
sweet struggle
pledged against
the rubble of Will
to lift the gift
to the top of the
Hill
where light and rhyme
build to climb
puzzles melting into
Mind
sweeping color over
the lines
smiling despite
the salt crystallized
from tear formalized
Into fear
and the night grows on
the night glows on
strangers in song
whispering parodies
In Vogue
tongues outstretched
to taste the load
this I know
Is Selves in Silence
shards of sacred
on shelves of violence
whence we came and
whither we go
spiraling in and out
of the show
taking our turns on tiptoe
as the shake moves
thru the dance
penetrating glance
from
those who star
In the versions of Play
that gather where you are.

Charleen Johnston 2002

This is 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, Resistance 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 policy's 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 Wield 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..... 


copyright Charleen Johnston
8-27-2020

Words do not a Poet make

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