Play Dead said the Devil

One of the most controversial posts I ever made in Facebook, and most shared, in 2020…sparking some terror and fear and angry debate in the comments….trickster heretic poking holes in paradise…. I wonder how many views have changed or deepened with hindsight. Poem avail em along with other heretical expressions in Linguistic Trickster Volume 2, available on Amazon.  
Play dead said the devil, and they did, in fear
They wrapped their face with poisoned lace
And mapped disgrace with leaden tears

Play dead said the devil, and close your eyes
So they stitched their lids and ran and hid
And twitched and cried and begged for light
And ate the lies that they were fed

Play dead said the devil, dressed in Red
Cold and still with broken Will
And isolate in iron gates and wait until
Fate has made the Devils bait
A foundation for the future of Pills and Kills
And Willing shills who deveState
And speed the rate of fleshly ills.

Play dead said the devil and wear your muzzle
The puzzled panic enDemic in this gimmick
DemonAcrobatics thick with automatic tactics
That stick the sickly crowd
in homogenous tax brackets
with InTentsive Care packets
That shackle the scared borg factions
Into complete submission of mind over matter
Of fact-Checkers stuck in the whack Job
Sideshow of undeniable homeWreckers
Who have mediAted crass mind control
onto The medicated masses,
RedRose colored Glasses
tipped in a salute to fascist Masters
Who cash in on disaster like fortunate Forecasters
that blast programmed hashtags
into the minds of all classes and kinds
Of women and men trapped in the delusions
Of their own illusive split Ends....

The devil said play dead, and they did.

CLJ 8-2-20

	

The strangest thing is….

The strangest thing is,
how quickly
one part of the herd
attempts to silence another part
of the herd,
as soon as that part of the herd
attempts to understand something
from another perspective.

It's knee-jerk....
It's almost malicious,
almost like a dopamine kick ....

The moment a person questions
'what they are told' ... ( regardless
of their exact question
or their current standpoint)...
This flock of vehement vultures
descend
to rip the tatters of flesh
from the face
of the Issue At Hand....
Demanding
the Insolent Questioner to crawl back
into the warm comfort
of their ConsciousnessControlledCave....
So the Virulent InterNet InQuisition
can ImPart the imPosition
of the Accepted Ideas and Ideologies
and keep the Chaos of Confusion
Safe in its Cozy Little Cage,
where Curiosity
has been Castrated and Laid
to Rest.

Actually it's not so strange,
the Range of most Herds
is preArranged
by the Gates and the Shepherds
that Lie in Wait....

The Irony that so many get terribly
Defensive
when they are called the Herd,
in relation to Words that Infer
a Reality at Variance
from what is Preferred
by their Neurological DisPosition.....
And yet
their Insistence that 'Herd Immunity'
is a Resistance against disEase ,
justifying Injection
of Conjecture
that threaten the Whole Structure.....
in that case the Self Implied Herd
TagLine
can be used
without assumed Abuse
of their Intelligence.

It's a strange Paradox
this Game we are Playing,
the only Dragon worth slaying
is the one who guards the Gates
to the Way In,
to the Way to open the I's and Thines
and Mysteries of Time.
The Polarized Embrace
of the Mystic and Mime
encases the great Race through
this MindField,
the maze of days that chaos craves,
the fertile ground above the Graves
that give rise
to Forms
of Future
Players and slaves to systems
and games of hide and Seek
with Hands and Feet Tied
to cycles
that build to climb
their way out,
by going inside......

It's strange.....
Indeed....
The herd.
Grazing and awaiting....
kept in check.Mating.
Dismayed by Waves in the Field,
that make blank the Yield of perceptions
of Real Living,
while the Wild Raw Primal Claws
of the Untamed Soul
watches beyond the forest knoll,
never safe
from the Perils of Life,
but Alive
in the Senses
and unpenned in the Fences
of the farmers safe spaces....

The Wilderness of Wonder
can only survive inside the hide
and skin
of the kin
of the wide open skies,
and the unfettered forests of an
Uncaptured Mind.

4-6-20

Recipe for biocessation

A long slow slide into degradation…
shuffled into the perfect
recipe for biocessation
Everything that you have been taught to fear
Is backwards
The swords of discrimination
Are lacking more each year

Prepping you for the greenhouse
You’ve been potted
In depleted soil
For the smart dome that invades
Your biome
And becomes your home
It’s almost here
You’ve been prepped and steered
Along the abyss
The Judas kiss
From the many tiered
Mirror
Of your fears
Here

Create panic , hide from the sun
Straight into the blue light of the floodlights
That mine sight and tie your eyes
Too tight
To run….

You are a brief elaboration
Of a tube
That stretches mouth to ass
Filled with steller mass
There is a light show within
Your skin
Inside
Where life begins to dine
On photons
And digest the Aeon
Trapped in time

biology uses light’s duality to sculpt life
What are you being sculpted into
In this blue light haze
A maze of fading dreams
Owned now by the real
Estate Agents of Virtual Things
That occupy your inner life
And nullify your Imaginal
Mind
Running from the blind
Minotaur
Hungry inside his circuitry
Waiting for the tender feast
Prepared
Carefully
And risen like yeast
Inside the meat
Suits
Who no longer need
To bleed.

9-9-24

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

Play Dead said the Devil

Self portrait Kennedy peak

Play dead said the devil, and they did, in fear
They wrapped their face with poisoned lace
And mapped disgrace with leaden tears
Play dead said the devil, and close your eyes
So they stitched their lids and ran and hid
And twitched and cried and begged for light
And ate the lies that they were fed
Play dead said the devil, dressed in Red
Cold and still with broken Will
And isolate in iron gates and wait until
Fate has made the Devils bait
A foundation for the future of Pills and Kills
And Willing shills who deveState
And speed the rate of fleshly ills.
Play dead said the devil and wear your muzzle
The puzzled panic enDemic in this gimmick
DemonAcrobatics thick with automatic tactics
That stick the sickly crowd in homogenous tax brackets with InTentsive Care packets
That shackle the scared borg factions
Into complete submission of mind over matter
Of fact-Checkers stuck in the whack Job
Sideshow of undeniable homeWreckers
Who have mediAted crass mind control onto
The medicated masses, RedRose colored Glasses tipped in a salute to fascist Masters
Who cash in on disaster like fortunate Forecasters that blast programmed hashtags into the minds of all classes and kinds
Of women and men trapped in the delusions
Of their own illusive split Ends….
The devil said play dead, and they did.

CLJ 8-2-20

Games of Woke!and WakeUpFolks!

Oh, Now….it’s Time…..
It’s Time and there’s Space
to Rewind the film….
The flimsy foothold of the Brash and Bold
on this begotten realm…
How many ways shall modern day slaves
continue to be led
into the graves
of their own complacency,
‘just obey! Obey! Obey and it will all be ok!’
They say,
wrapped in a silk scarf of compliancy,
their muzzles made of murdered dreams
and
infantile Seeds of sovereignty
trapped inside seams that bleed…

Hiding….
Behind ether Names….
Playing games of victimhood
while the flood of fallacy fragments further
into decaying Shame and brooding blame
that puts the icing on the Cake…
Games of Woke! and Wake up Folks!
RedPills and cheap thrills
bypassing the rich inner Yolk
of true Union,
spoken Spells and broken bells
choking on cloaked yells
trapped within masked Hells
of poisoned Wells
of spoonfed minions that dwell
on the ledge of opinion ,
twisting the layers of the blooming Onion
into nefarious dungeons
of blind blunders that plunder the abundance
of this Mother
that wonders why her children Hide
from the power of Perception
that resides inSide the Eye(I)s and minds
and hearts and finds no relief
from the bytes of belief
programmed so deep
in Man
that the Body breaks down
from the demands…..

Take a deep Breath, my Friends…….
Ruminate on the Death that stands
and keeps Watch,
tocking and ticking and
picking the ripe fruit
with sickles and cycles and
scythes that tickle
the insides of Time
as it unFolds and enFolds
the Ties that Bind,
flowers that fractal out from Points of Power
and Play Pretend…..
Play dress up games of going insane
and falling from the Abyss,
just to wake from all This
and
reMember the Twist
in the Plot,
written in when the Byte.n Apple
grappled with Sin,
trapped the fragile Sense of men
into warped parodies of Purpose and Pain,
forced maladies of mindfuckery and maim, principalities in forgotten games of shame….
and oh…..my…….gOd
it’s goddesses
in modern bliss of ignorance
reminiscing That and This
with premonitions of missed Intents
fishing for cattle trapped within the Fence
of hissing GovernMents…..

Ment is Mind and Menses is Mined
and cryptoPirates wind the Time,
Watching for Signs
as heinous Crimes blur the lines
of all that Is and Was and wasn’t for Sale,
Scripts ripped down the middle
and PreScriptions Riddled with impurity
as security is impaled
on Alters of vocation,
altered vacations
quarantined in nations backstreets,
blinking Red
Warnings
as the Burning blood is bled
from the Mourning Sun ,
muzzles on heads that form the glory
of the Red Tide,
Marks Made on Blind Guise
who debate in Time
the need for the Chosen to Lead the Cattle
to the frozen wasteland inSide.

Breathe deeply, my friends.
Untwist the Strands and Stand on your own
Two Feet. Life is a Gift,
and the reWard is Sweet for
reMembering
This.

CLJ 8-1-20

Hold YourSelves Accountable

Hold yourSelves accountable my Friends
Your etherNets are holding you In
Breath no longer on You can depend
It’s trapped gasses are masking the Lens
Coming soon to a theatre near You, Truth
Soon the Noose is too tight to cut loose
The fight in your blood, the flight of your tears
Next in line please, 6 feet under Dirty Fears
Installment of Barbed Wire inside your Mind
The mission statement of Ties that Bind
Panic to paranoia to participation in Rape
Room to Escape from the Lies that drape
The soft cloak of terror over your soul
Key to the kingdom hiding in the Whole
To Speak freely and seek freedom Within
Hell as the Spells build Shells around Men
Locked inside electroGenetic technoSkies
Inside Minds blinded by rising tides in disguise
Strangled by dangling delusions of death
Cells compelled to sell their breath
In desperation, inDigNations Fate waiting
Tangled truths twisted by hate in baited
Minds of 01010001111 binary blind spots
The preProgrammed Plot thickens like snot
Flocks mocked in rotting sickness and pain
And clotting like broken neural codes of Brain
Herd huddled in hushed whispers and hiding
In virtual Veins that Bleed, fallow Seeds riding
Shock Waves from crest to shore as Tests
And Blessed Pores Open for more Infested
Horror to drain the Soverign Selves of Man
Within the Collective Decay as time Spans
The Periphery, demands that history repeat
Blocked Pathways as Power plots defeat
Nerves frazzled and bedazzled by Light
Of Illusion refracted from mirrored Delusions
Terror stricken and errors thickened by fears
They fomented, freedom they fled and tears
Chose to shed for blood they bled in vain
This is a test a push from the nest of thegame
There is no Power Greater than your Will
Are you Ready to steady the turning Wheel
No blame no shame no remnants or stains or
Victims are claimed in the Waking Story
The Path is Open the Road is Clear
Mind is aMazed when there is no Fear
Masks fall from Faces who Make the Choice
Silent Suffering transforms into True Voice
Symptoms subside and blind eyes can See
The Immortality of the I~s and the We~s
Puzzled Perceptions Pattern the Way
Pieces return to Wholes in the Play
Are You ready to Birth your own Being
In Brilliant Renewal, Fueling and Freeing
The Seed of your Seeing into the Spirit
Open to Infinity, open to Awe, We Are It
But we’ve forgotten, begotten blind Eyes
The Time has Come to ReMember and Fly
Poisoned hearts must remove the Shame
Bodies and Blood must purify the Pain
No ties can bind the One who Knows, Wakes
Longer cycles turning within Cosmic Makers
Coping with Eternity and Playing with Sight
With Wild and Wonderful Dancing Delight
Chaos of Creation Unfolds and Takes Stock
Of flowering Fields in ElectroMagnetic Flocks
Freedom is The Foundation for All to Play
And Play is the Passion to Pattern the Way
Freedom is the only true Path of Love
Of compassion that lasts and rises above
Self inDwelling in Shells of dense Desire
Too fractured in manufactured woven wires
Trapped by hired hands that block the bliss
Within a mapped-out scripted judas kiss
Their intent simply to help One ReMember
Prizm Sentence of Life as Burning Embers…
Cells as Selves Simply Dwelling in Deep
See? It’s All a Dream of I-s and We~s

1st word in each line makes a fractal of my rhyme

Charleen Johnston
1-30-21

Mock the Mockingbird

I like to mock the Mockingbirds
I like to poke the shocking nerves
I like to watch as the terror spits
Out from mouths and fingertips
Clickety clack the keyboard smacks
Lips flapping as vitriol cracks
The surface of the peeling sheath
That hides the blues and blood beneath
That boils with rage and scathing pain
As one-time-friends wrack their brains
To scold and shoosh and spitefully spray
Their 'told you sos' across the screens
Thinking that they're so darned clever
Forgetting that the pointing finger
Always aims straight toward the mirror
Of their very own demons hiding in fear
Afraid to admit they've been fooled again
By the test of the festering war within
That wears the masks of red and blue
Dressed up in fancy political suits
So lost in the drama they think it is real
The marionettes strings are tangled, my dears
The clarity is strangled by manipulated fear
You believe what you see, you see
Because the Net-Flicks the switch of Reality
And if its on a screen by golly it MUST Be
Real and sudden and Oh No, can you believe?
I saw it with my own two eyes! I swear!
See that footage, right there!!!!
I told you so! I told you they are bad'...now
cue the echo chamber as curtain goes down...
Start a new thread and congratulate yourself
For berating your fellows and falling in line
With the pre-programmed WashingOfMind...
You see, I'm mirroring the collective hypocrisy
In my raspy lambasting of this communocracy
Laugh at yourselves and remember you're human
Just like that other person that your poison is harming....

Charleen Johnston 1-6-21

The Modern Thrall

More and more Pre Script Scions 
Attempting to make your Hu-
Manity.mility.mor. Take a further step
InSide the RoboTide of NanoInsanity
…../
‘AI MetaStatize i n g. your fretting mind
Begetting blind absorption

Who Needs a Heart
After all

Step inside the Modern Thrall
Y’all

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 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 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