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Synbio Graphy

::::in the ‘Space’ of a few years we have entered another layer of the Fractal, the AI Synbio a Practical Master , encoded within the Genes, Unfolding the Dirty Laundry of Epigenetic Streams

What a Quandary…..

The Simulation Serves itself Up
As the Main Course
The Feast
That Codes the Beast
Of Graphene
As Carbon Elite
Remakes itSelf inside our
Sweet Meat
Suits
Our Organic FleshBody
Now Synthetic Neural Mesh
Oddly
Plodding along
Trying to ReMember the Earth
spirits
Original Song

Welcome….. to the next
Stage
Of the Grand Game
It’s Time
To learn to Play
With a New Set of Tools

I Don the Guise of the Fool
The f.UnWise Jester
That unties the Lies
And Gestures
And whispers
The codes of the Rules
That are breaking
Down
The Fool plays Jester to the Clown
As the throne bemoans
The Loss of the Crown
Coronal Mass Ejection
From the SunKing
As the Curtain
Goes
Down.

Clj 9-18-22

As the New Day Begins

How gloriously the We hold tightly
To desperate dreams
Of victimhood
Clinging to the seams of Right
And Left Wings
Born from Memes
Painted with Blood
How magnificently the program
Takes hold
The lies and cries and
Ties that Bind
Are blinding in their bitter goodbyes
As the foothold of ones soul
Is Lost to the magic Mold
The cost of freedom
As minds are bought and sold
How shocking to watch the wounds
Peel and pry the tombs
From the loom
As the Masters spin
The tunes and rip the song
From the Mothers womb
Inverting the Music of men
And women who jump too soon
Into the abyss
Of That & This
Baring bleeding fists of rage
Undisciplined Shifts
Of the gears and the twists
Of the fears that seed
The Shadows sweet Mirrors…
Shattered Stewards of this New Age
Oh how the We holds so intently
To the identity
Of being the victim
As the Sick Dictum grips their mind
And erodes the Codes
Born in Time
Into imploding roads of crime
And sideWinds into highs
Of euphoric rhetoric built from blind
Adherence to inferior minds
That Pride themselves on
GroupThink Size of Lines
Drawn in sand
Glass eyes staring blankly
In artificial bands of Light
Splintered thru the cells
In fight or flight
Wherein the We Dwells
So terrified
And paralyzed
And petrified like stone
Afraid to See the Wounds
Have been born from their own
Image
Hiding itSelf in the Dreams
That damage
The minds and the Mes
Of the Corpus
That creates
Scenes
Of
Be.
Sovereign
Selves
Always and AllWays Dwell
In the Deeper See
Beyond the Shell
EmPowered by the Currents
Ease
No need to Buy and Sell
Or trade Souls in Hell
In proclamations of Victimhood…
The We is a Me that Speaks in Blood
The Time is nigh
The Waters are Tears and Cries
Shall Flood
From theFountain of Freedom
That Springs from the Heart
Of Mud
The Infinite Art of the Earth
As she Births the Beginning
Again
A deep sweet Breath
As the New Day Begins.

Charleen Johnston
6-7-20

Dance of Eros

Dance of Eros

I lay here, in a world of
Invisible hands, invisible hearts
That lift my soul, raise
My mind to things alive-
I am led to paths where
The energy speaks to me,
Vortex of intensity, calling
My soul to dance the dream.
Mother Earth, plastered with
These tunnels of tone-
Portals to deeper dimensions
Of home…she dances silently.
I lay still, on a vibrating
Chakra from the mothers’
Folds, learning to hold this
Deep power, learning to fold
Feelings to fire- receiving
Electricity from loves live wire.
My polar twin spins out of
Earth and into existence, calling
Me with sweet insistence-
And I mould myself to
The mothers form, finding my
Rhythm as if newly born,
And my dance is a dance
Of truth and trance, and
My lover, hypnotized, with
Opened eyes, embraces me
In the darkness of Minds
Absence… our dance a
Remembrance of lives
Lived before-
Of faces shed and blood
Bled along the timeline
Of which we were born.
Together we enact the
Great embrace, the
Great vortex raising our
Flames, creating a new
Form to claim its name…
As the eyes of spirit
Watch on in bliss- appreciating
The sanctity of this blessed kiss.

Charleen Johnston 2003

Catharsis of the mind

A hypothesis…forming…warning me of its kind
A catharsis of the Mind…
I am left behind
Until the Well is filled once more
By the bride of the Hiding
And the tide keeps riding
From the ocean to the shore
Cycling and circling
Lands we’ve known before…
Can the Saving be the same
As the Craving of the game
When you float firsthand
Upon the rain, upon the sand?
Still begging for the name of
The Hand
Which fed you
Sheltered you from the Blue
The freedom to choose
Or not choose
To Be
To See
To undertake this living Dream
Before the experiment is seized
And the hypothesis, unproven still
Forms a catharsis of free Will
Diseased by the need of
the Turning of the Wheel.

Charleen Johnston
circa 2002

Each Side DiVided

Over and over they walk into the Trap
Under hypnosis ….Minds under Rapt
Entranced in Denial and playing the Part…
The Game doesnt End til Awareness Starts
Stuck in programming and battered by fear
Believing their Eye.I sees the ‘Why’ Clear
Each Side divided and Masked in the Mirror…
The Shame doesn’t End til the Blame deParts

Charleen Johnston 6-6-20

YoungSterileDreamOfLove

(young sterile dream of love) where are you hiding?
Is it worth my mental birth for you to confide in?
Confuse me confound me
 Search all around me
   My eternity is yours to keep.
I want only not sleep
  Awake to take a gentle peek.
To know is to lie, to lie is hate
  To hate is futile  (and futility awaits)
(sweetinnocenthope) of which I ungrasp-
   Grasping tighter but lighter still
      Than ever you will.
How often does our love ride
  Upon the horse of doom?
Sweeping away the truththetrustthehumanlust
  With the cosmic broom?
Pity! Oh pity! Those who fell
  Were well ahead of the rest!
Skipping the ripening feast of fest(ering cries)
Stagnant and pregnant with lies.
Deliver me, oh deliver me-
  Softly lay me down beneath the tree-
  Where its arms comfort me in the breeze-
   The breath of mortality.
I ask not to be (forever be)
  But moreso to feel thee-
Here and now…
  No whenbutwherehow
And all I ask is to love thee-
  With all my heart radiantly. 

  Charleen Johnston    (8.24.00)

written when i was 19 in san francisco

It’s so cryptic

It’s so cryptic
HYdrogen Oxygen
Lipstick stains
Lovers Pains
The Waters Anew
Spoken Soul in Silica 
Frozen 
Waiting for glaciers 
In galactic rows
As woken snows
Tell the Story once again
Full Circle 
AnArctic miracle
Of Man’s majestic 
Game
Stone Record Keepers
Hold the forms
Shame and storms
In cells and deoxy-
Rib-oh…..of Atoms Eve
Twist into mystery
Again
It’s so cryptic
The Mother is made of
Soul…..Matter Maid
Of Soil
Patterns playing 
In Paters  Pole
As Papas role is
Two Die
Diced in wiFi
Spliced in techno skies. 

CLJ 6-6-22

Chrysalis

CHRYSALIS

I twist into these mournings, daylight
saving me
from the burning flame of darkness
swallowing my emptiness
while waves of irony wash over me
i am toppled by the days
and silently
i sit hovering…
wondering if i can float this
time
wandering thru wastelands of
my mind
picking up the book written by me
on the other side of the dream
the other side of the dream
where it all spins into me…
i find all the lost notes
and all the lost tones
and all the lost fractures
of all my mended bones

I am painted the color red.
I am tainted, the mother has bled

we
D
R
I
P
together
thru the weathered web, creating worlds
in our head, to spew out into
the ethers,
to want neither this nor that
nor wonder where its at,
but to birth the beginning
again….
knowing we are just seasons of rhyme

flowering in our own time
chrysalis, wrapped up in a fairytale
of all that is and was and
wasnt for sale…

Across these moonbeams, these split
seams, these written clingings to the dream….
across
all
these
we call to invisible bodies
that are singing in their invisible moments
that are bringing their
soulstuffs into existence
to balance the tension
of the desire to Be,
and to not Be….

and therein….lie……We….
somewhere in between.

~Charleen Johnston
2004

Naked & Unashamed

Let it come
I will hold my naked face to the sun
And give my breath and my death
Over to Life
Let the blind fury
Of the Ordered New World
Inoculate crowds all around me
Against their Spirit
Let it be known
That my Spine shall remain sure
And straight
Rooted in the matrice of my mother
Smiling still as I
Let those I love
Destroy the last vestige
Of their sovereignty
As they knot and tweak
Their ~deoxy.Rib.oh.Next.Stop.Is.Asking
For.Breath~
With a mouth
That no longer knows how to Speak
Let it come
And my naked soul
Will take solace in my naked earth
Away from the crowds
Who have sold
Their last sacred cow
For one more sip
From the poisoned
Trough
Let it be known
That my entire Life
has been Lived
In preparation
for this Trial
As I watch the rind Rot
Around me
Exposing the elements of Wild
Wonder
As the Plot is torn Asunder
I smile
with my naked mouth
Making the air pure
Again
With my gratitude
Let it come
I am here
Naked
&
Unashamed

Charleen Johnston
4-20-21