Love is Free~Life is Play
Light Hertz when it hits
Places deep inside
That lie
Sleeping
As the newly wakened I
Seeks refuge
From the rising Blinds
That pry
Peeping
Thru the lies…
Weaken the grip
As blinking
Eyes
Shrink from the pain
Of beholding
The Beloved
As ink stains
The sheets
Of the marriage bed
In the Dark Chamber
Where the Blood
Of Life
Is Shed.
3-25-25
⚡️Oh the irony of swimming in an electricSea
Of hectic memes and desperate screams
Stepping into the trap that breeds
A virtual prison of 1-2-3-a-B-c
What I mean
What I deem to be
Imperative
in this sterile fib
Is unplugging from the falseCollective
Masks that grasp the seed of inception
Wrap minds in images meant for assimilation
This tribulation is scripted
The prescription for complicity
Is terrified ambiguity
Masquerading as ingenuity
In making it through this mess
And somehow feeling blessed
To have uploaded ones mind into a Hive
Grateful that nature shall Survive
To see her fruit trapped
Zapped inside mapped out lives
Homogenized and socialized into mediocrity
I saw this all in Aeons of Dreams
Played it all out and rode the seams
And still i'm slightly shocked
At the rapidity
Of the begging idiocy
Demanding protection from the very blood
We bleed
That keeps us human
Instead of a machine
The chessboard squares itself
In 64 places
The spaces between
I Ching codon rings and
DeoxyRiboNucleousity
Drenched in disHarmonic frequency
Quenching curiosity and breeding hypocrisy
Oh what a world we meet
When we lose ourselves to the
SmartScreen
And forget to walk on earth with our feet
You Are a Seed. Will you be Fallow?
I Hug the wombMother who nurtures me
And vow to remain her child that bleeds
Vow to remain Wild like the weeds
And stormy seas
The dirty electricCity that rapes my genes
Shall be one more take in one more scene
the adventure is infinite
And so are we
Charleen Johnston
3-22-2020⚡️
Time Sculpts Space
Into Tender soft Penis
Warm Tired Worm
Tenderized
As a an Old Self
Returns to innocence
prepares to receive new blood
in new wombs
as newborn babes
with new soft worm,
Warm
germ in all beings
Til Shakti dances circles
‘Round Shivas slumber
Forcing Him to reMember
And
the rising fu(h)ror
Of Hard stone phallic pillar
of eager thrust
into a new dawn of being
Awakens
Full of Rapture
And forces into full
Stature
a Seeding Self
Aching to Penetrate
The Mysteries
Of
The Primal Dark
Her Who Holds the Stark Contrast
Of His Force
In the soft walls
Of Her Form
CLJ 3-10-25
Time Tenderizes all things
Or turns to stone
It seems
Petrified of Life as Saturn’s Scythe
Claims his harvest
Stalking behind unwinding Lives
Or
Soft moist meat and juice pulverized
From the Past Let Go Of
Ritually
A nurturing broth simmering
For Others to Eat
when You are gone
Traveling
Deeper
Within the Dream
The Seasons of life are seasonings
And spice
For the ripe fruit
And hot stewing
Brew
Of truth
That once clothed itself in Me~s and You~s
Seeds to roots
Til Leaving
Once
Again
To climb back through
A new womb
Tender
as a new born babe
Laying in wait
For Saturns sharp Blade
As hot red blood
Nurtures
Times intrepid Tomb.
CLJ 3-10-25
When we are old and wise…
too open our I’s…
We Yearn to live our life
Backwards
Slowly crawling thru River Lethe
Toward Innocence
Eventually
crawling right back into the Womb
To do It All
Again
Eternity is In Love
With the Productions of Time
The Fool hides Immortality
In his travel bag
Winks
Smiles
Looks over the abyss
And steps off the Edge
A Lifetime of pain
Perhaps
All for the taste
Of One Mortal Kiss
And This
Is what keeps the Wheel in Spin
To Truly Love
An
Other
We Must Forget Again and again
“If My Love is Blind
Then I Don’t want to See
Am I left to Burn
And Burn Eternally”
She’s a Mystery to Me~s
CLJ 3–9-2025
Open Casket Viewing
Approximately four days before I died
I called your house
to remind you
of my funeral.
But you were not home.
And so I crawled off
into the woods
to die alone,
without social gathering
and without open casket viewing.
And the moment after
I breathed my last breath
as I began to drift from consciousness
I heard your voice
in the distance
calling for me.
But it was too late.
For I had already perished
into the depths of my own denial-
the denial that you cared for me.
And now I am dead
and I can still
hear you calling for me...
12-16-1998
( deep down in the abyssal waters of the Descent….From Volume 6 Linguistic Trickster)
The Neutral Zone is the Creation Zone
I am a chosen Enemy Of The State Of
Mind
That tries to tug at my I
And keep me Blind
To NeutralEyez is to surf the Callosum
I call it stepping into the Center
of the Spindle
of the Core Processor
The zero point
The jester is the fool
who has come full circle
Creating worlds
Taut InTension
With Time & Space
Words are worLds
We fertileyez EL.ectromantically
Sealed
In Mag.Dalenes Vas Ben Clausum
Neither HemisPhere
Will win the War Of Fear
Within my Mirror
I Play in the Zone Of Zero
A fancyFool Looking
InWard
To
And
From
center
3-6-25
🌟🃏🌟
The clothes you're wearing, the room, the house, the city that you're in. Everything in it started out in the human imagination. Your lives, your personalities, your whole world. All invented. All made up. All the wars, the romances. The masterpieces and the machines. And there's nothing here but a funny little twist of amino acids, playing a marvelous game of pretend.
🗝🕸🃏Alan Moore, Promethea, Vol. 5🃏🕸🗝
👁️🌟Vagabond Rambler🌟👁️
I am the pupil in the center of the eye
I am the pupae in the center of the sky
I am the purpose of the moon and the mind
I am the purplepink lustre of the rotting rind.
I am moved not by your manipulation
I am smoothed not by your capitulation
I am removed from your observation
I am soothed by your undulation.
But what does this mean, what does this mean
Where does this lead me, the silver queen
the rampant wanderer of time and rhyme
the vagabond rambler through moistened minds?
And where does this take me, what forgotten land
what does this make me, and by whose hand
where will I lay my weary head my friend
when the path that I tread winds to the end?
🔥CLJ 2005🔥
#sovereignwarriorswakethedream #blissninja #seethescriptforwhatitis #marvelousgameofpretend #thehumanimagination #alanmoore #dreamyourselfawake
I realized once again that what I believed myself to be was an arbitrary deformation, a rational mask floating in the infinite unexplored internal shadows. Later, I understood that diseases do not actually sicken us; they sicken what we believe ourselves to be. Health is achieved by overcoming prohibitions, quitting paths that are not right for us, ceasing to pursue imposed ideals, and becoming ourselves: the impersonal consciousness that does not define itself.
Alejandro Jodorowsky, The Dance of Reality: A Psychomagical Autobiography
it’s called a news FEED for a reason,
You are being force fed a juicy stew
Of engineered ‘news’ and brewed unTruths
Because the newcAge zoo runs on Loosh
But I don’t Eat
From the hand that serves
Genetically Modified Urges
And emotional purges
I just chuckle
An 8 second scroll unrolls
Image after image
Meant to unFold
Inside the neural nest
Keep eating. Yum yum.
At this Point in the Game
Every single thing you react to
Was baked in an artificial maze
To Daze your neural pathways.
The script
Is ripping your fiLes
Compressed aggression
Pretending to Lifes
Sudden
Happenings.
It’s a PotLuck
Don’t you know
(Gravestones read
“Died of Consumption”)
Or
“Gave Too Many Fucks
About Engineered
ShitShows”
2-26-25
BlissNinja