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A piece of you a piece of me

A piece of you 
a piece of me 
flesh is burning rapidly
 the catalog
      of life is expired
the shopping malls 
have all hired
camouflage adorns the streets 
angel dust in driving fleets 
across the streets 
Brains are scattered 
torn lives
bruised and tattered 
stinking life 
in forms of pain
 left to drown
    in the acid rain
A piece of you
A piece of me 
flesh is burning rapidly


1997

Little Blue Van

Little Blue Van


All in a moment
A journeys beginning
A lifetimes end
The vortex starts spinning
And sucks me in

The little blue van 
Is coming to take me away
The little blue van
Is on its way
The dark little man
Is making his claim
The dark little man
Is starting the game

And I don’t want to know
What it's coming to
I don’t want to know
Where it's going to
I don’t want to know 
What she’s going through
Do you want to know
What I’m going thru

In fragments of moments
I am gripped from beneath
The cloud pulls me under
And removes his sheath
There are no words
That could whisper this dream
That could penetrate so deep
And shatter the seams
There are no excuses
That could remove these stains
That could free these tears
And resurrect these remains

The little blue van
Is on its way
The little blue van
Is coming to play
The dark little man
Is coming for me
The dark little man
Is inside of me

And I don’t want to know
What it's coming to
I don’t want to know
Where it's going to
I don’t want to know
What she’s going through
Do you want to know
What I’m going thru

In daydreams and playthings
I still see the face
In nightmares and daystares
I still feel the chase
There are no feelings
That could understand me now
There are no directions
To find my way out
There is only a glimpse
Of a life that once was
There is only a shadow
Covered in rust


Now the little blue van
Is fading from view
The little blue van
Is Fading from you
The dark little man
Has Left me alone
The dark little man
Has turned me to stone

And now I think I know
What it's coming to
Now I think I know
Where it's going to
And now I think I know
What she’s going through
Do you want to know
What I’m going thru

2004

The Time has Come to burn the Stage

To open lids that bear the weight
Draw the blinds of heavens gate
The freedom of the soul at stake 
Map divides and rides the fate
With open fire and open raids
Different masters gather slaves
Lines crossed and lives lost
To pay the boss of HollowCost 
Build the golden cage of WAN
The Magic Sigil mocking Man
Future timelines spreading thin
On tangled drives that hardly spin
Fiery flames that speak in tongues
Crimes of war on old and young
To bind the hands and steal the land
Lock the grid with invisible bands
The frequencies provoke the nodes
Grid of lies and spoken codes
And human minds on overload 
Close the blinds as I~s implode
The marionettes dance and sing
Bars and towers ping and ping 
The cells and souls of everything 
Splintered by the tyrant kings
Mind is fractured and mined for ore
Is tied in twine and torn some more
Prism sanctions and signals of war
Guard the hearts that swim to shore  
Electric shock as flocks are fed 
Fence of fire as bodies are bled
In majestic hues of blue and red
Magnetic murder in the marriage bed
Fields manipulated by deoxy lies
The earth is scorched far and wide
Herd is ushered back inside 
Is hushed and censored and left to die
Murdered by masters trapped in the game 
As disaster manufactures by flood and flame 
Foundations that crumble and tumble again
Built from the bones and the burdens of men 
For a new infrastructure to trap the souls
Smart cars and dumbed down roles
Cities built upon wiped files of the old
In virtual prisons  as decisions unfold
A new catechism for the new hybrid minds
Stupid little lies for the deaf and blind
Game is reset as the players decide 
Whose spirit will remain trapped inside 
Time for the sovereign to reclaim the throne 
Has to be done by the Self Alone
Come to your senses and reMember your oath
To be a beacon of beauty and truth
Burn in the fire of initiation and seed
The holy secret of hearts that bleed
Stage has been set lights have been dimmed
..::::…the Story is a glorious Trick of the Lens…:::..

Charleen Johnston 
1-8-25

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

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Crazy Little Girl

Crazy Little Girl


eyes cold as ice
a storm in another time
peering at the dreams
frozen in rhyme
Madness makes masters
of men who wake up
learning from the dreams
that free them from the muck

crazy little girl
crazy little girl
paranoid
hypnotized by the world
swept away
swept away
lost inside the void

A heart as warm as fire
burning- alone, alone
dreaming, flying higher
outside the lines she roams
wake up, wake up
see the inner skies
awaken your fragile heart
for freedom from their lies

Crazy little girl
crazy little girl
lost inside her world
freedom without
freedom within
wake up, little girl
let the world in. 


4-21-2000

Where in this existence am I

Where in this existence am I?
Out wandering beneath the sapphire sky?
Crawling on my knees
digging in the dirty disease
of life
taking turns with god
in the neon light
of the turquoise dream
finding the ocean beneath the stream
my eyes bleeding from constant sight
unwavering in the dark of night.
Countless days I've spent in vain
bathing in the acid rain
peeling my skin from my brittle bones
plastered to the iron stones
of Life.
Where in this existence am I? 
A diamond in the sunlit sky? 
Casting my shadow across the barren ground
pretending to be a god
in the world that I have found?
Inside the embryo
I wallow in blood
awaiting the push of the eternal flood
into a life where feelings are stone
and bitterness of the unanswered quest
leaves me cold and alone.

5-4-2000

Who knows….

…Who knows
and who cares
       anyway
  (some might say)
   because only God
   knows the way-
hmmm...
    I'm only a child
    weak in the knees
    self contaminated speck
on deck
    for a new kinda ride
    stuck inside the high
    wondering whispering watching 
        the clouds roll by
talking quietly 
   to myself
     pulling the appendages off
  my body
    one after another
 until I am just an inch
tall....

December 2000

UltraNewMK Vultures

⭐️i find it fascinating how each new baited toy
Is swallowed whole by girls n boys
And the UltraNewMK Vultures dine on Minds
As blind Shrines arise in response to the Ploy
“ why looky here chief Wiggum, man
The suspect had his manifesto on hand…
Golly gee you really don’t say?
Almost like it was drip-fed 
straight into the heads
Of all the BlueLight Crazed Brains 
that put Their Belief in these Patsy-stained
he said she said Games…..
“I’m Lovin It….”
As Trumpsters iMage fades from the Drivethru
And EasyColi rage trades places in the HiveStew
Of scripted bleedthroughs 
as the stage fades
Into the background
And the  red carpet unravels
At the Speed Of Hashtags Unwound….

👁️🤡👁️
12-10-24

( a mirrored image or an upside down version of 👇
………………………………………………
I~s are always watching,  
 reading the Scroll...
 Ever seen the BlackMirror episode
 'Hated in the Nation' ?
 Hashtag Deathto and everyone played along
 Believing themselves so morally superior
 And so Liber(h)ated to cause Harm to those
 Voted as worthy of being Removed
 From the Hive
 By the Drone Killer Bees....
 But.... It..... Turned.... Out.....
 That in the end
 The Joke was on them
 All of the Ones
 Who Played Along  
 Hash tagging and bashing
 And spewing hatred and venom
 And PolarEyeZing like good little
 Chess pieces
 Pawns in the DisEase  
 Tucked neatly beneath the Wing
 Of the Puppetmasters....
 In the End.....
 They were the Targets.... 
It was a psychological maneuver
 to get the BlackHearted 
Bullies who like to Pretend...
 To expose themselves  
 To the  ?eyes?s of the World
 Exposing their Bitterness and Fear and  
 Projection and Vitriol
 The hooked Bait on.Line
 Spun like a Web of LiveStreams
 And HiveDreams
 'Im one of the crowd....I'm justified in my hatred
 I'm justified in my Victimhood
 The world owes me  
 I ought to be coddled and stroked
 And because I'm afraid
 I will hurl my poison at any 
who stand on the other
 Side
 Of the
 Line"
 And it turns out
 Both sides of the Line are just mirror Images
 Lost to one another in the labyrinth
 So disconnected
 So traumatized
 They traumatize others
 The Black Mirror , the Obsidian Stone
 The Tech.In.All.Of.We that pulls
 The strings and watches the Emotional
 Puppets Sing
 . Go AHead and Draw your Line
 Tiptoe and shout and scream from
 Side to side
 Of it
 The  ?eyes?s are AllWAys Watching
 And at the center of the labyrinth ....
 The only thing 
you will be battling 
is the force of your own Fear 
and hatred and terror 
Staring back at you
 In a frightening Minotaur 
of massive proportion
 And you will recognize
 When it's too late
 ⏳⚖That it is You⌛️⚖
 
 
 Charleen Johnston
 10-4-20

Untangle from the Nous

It’s time to go
Down
Inside
Within
Echos and grins
Of times
Long ago
Again

It’s time to pull
The threads
Loose
Untangle
Heads
From Nous
That dangles
Too close
To this

Tapestry

Wrapping me in silken
Cocoon 
Memories 
Like Maters Milk 
Born from blood
In Tomb
Torn from
Moon
And Madness
And trapped
Floods
In veins
That ached to bloom
But instead
Lay dead
In ivory bed
Dreaming
Of
Red

Monsoon

Twisting tendrils
Of ancient 
crimes
Broken chimes
That signal
Doom
As 
Woken slumber
Fumbles
With moods

Folds number
And name
Into games
Of
Me~s
&
You~s

As Bodies lie bruised
Shaken from truth
As soul
Let’s loose
It’s claims
Of 
Youth

Charleen Johnston
12-4-24

We Were

We were young lovers
eyes peering out
of darkness
hearts swelling
teardrops
drifting through the walls
of our souls
reaching out from nowhere
hoping for somewhere
to rest
to resign long battles
tearing open flesh
where pain was born
long weary nights
wondering at the
maze of thorns
inherited
over time
over mountains
of desperation

We were young lovers
fearing ourselves
twin flames
of craving
engaged
in a dance of dreams
entwined
by an invisible
thread
dangling
unseen
on the path
of our souls.

6-20-2009