Becoming one with this itch, I scream silently pointing fingers of blame mirror mazes blazes back at me with glaring intensity I scratch; hide from the faces that hatch within this mould, folding in on me; becoming me in some sick dream…wearing my masks and laughing till my words spill chaotically trying hurriedly to heal the split; duality disappearing with Light embracing Dark, a dance of essence… and I am reformed, consciously; I take the fake parts and hearts and tear them apart to reveal the Real, the healing taking place between this world and this dream the great arc, the great bowl with which my fever is fed, this empty vessel fuelling fire in my head; I am held; they drink of me like a wine sweet; the intoxication of the beast; listen, dear sir…would you care to cleave this belief with me, turn it into dichotomy? Ah, there’s the secret, the sane hand with which I claim this land, this realm… splitting hairs for fear of Life, reconciled in the wiles of the worm; earth furnished and tarnished to term… faded…outmoded…games played with translucent trust… am I breaking apart, fading away claiming only the name of the game, but suffering the flame like all the rays that have manifest here since the Dawn?
everywhere I look, everywhere I see the darkest of darkness peeking out from a cracked vessel trying to Be
woman turns on man, sister on brother pointing fingers gnarled snarls condemning one another
the great Web, tangled souls, human mess terrified Minds , shouting mouths convinced of their own righteousness
lost in the labyrinth of mental tricks blaming each other for tocs and tics forgetting that flesh and heart and blood mean more than media falsehoods
Ideologies and Isms created as schisms which one do you belong to? hate your brother your father your mother unless they agree with you ?
We are all the same here, we are all in the Tear that falls further each day from the Eye that seems to look the other way
so close your Screen, stop tapping keys open your heart, try to see youve been tricked into hating your Human Family
As long as the Hatred blinds the Fearer You are the same as your Neighbor Staring in the Mirror
“Spy vs. Spy, baby’s a freak show Lines form just to the right of your keyhole Eyes from the paintings seem to follow Mirrors cap both ends of your telescope.”
….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……………
What does this spiral storm Hold for me Where does this winding path Lead me
Am I passing thru unnoticed In fragments of disguise Remnants of understanding Discarded As l i e s….
The cycles compel us to Forge forward On this journey The wheels of time Ever so gently turning Twisting Stories and dreams And whisperings into Sculptures with essence And imaginings
Dance like silver star s I l v e r n I g h t Smiling from afar
(are we barred from ever reaching Those shores that speak of transcendence?)
The ringing singing tone Of E ve r y th I n g Clap clapping deafening
Forces me to awaken from this dream
The requiem Outlasted me
Finding once more simpler Shores timeless tales metaphors
The path of fire that leads up thru time Up thru spine out of mind
I saw her face in a dream and knew that she was me just a child just a wild apparition running free but where to hide when the light peeks thru to spaces that remain untouched by truth where to hide when I die forced thru the threshold to life, birth, earth river, flame, sky… …I chose this moment to swim thru the sieve I chose the mother whose heartbeat I recieve till the lightning strikes me and I am born, torn from the watery depths shorn like wool from my mothers lips…as she whispers me, sings me into Being, breathing, teething seething underneath for those phantoms and thieves who starve the souls who carve the coals from the mothers folds, strip her of her glow, furnace flames grip and will not let go, let be, let come to me this hidden dream, a birth to be recieved, a slow moulding of individuality though sheltering unity, ah, but disease, follows me, I heard her cry, teardrops slipped from her eyes, my eyes, mothers thighs have been violated, raped with scraped knees she begs me now, recovering from the crowds jeers and cheers and fears of what lay beyond the tunnels, the ponds that make up her body, the veins that feed the brains that bleed the sanity, leaking in streams humility, dripping it seems, splitting the seams of this alltooreal dream, and she closes her mouth to keep out pollution to keep in the solution to her fears, to her years of writhing in misery, to be delivered from humanity(s)weet plea, please, hold the hand of the motherland, surrender to life and birth and death on earth it’s all too soon it’s all too blue it’s all a cycle of force and food, feed the seed, need the me that slips thru tunnels soft like dew slips thru caverns to be born to you…
I am a Solar Cell A Battery Of Souls & Selves Charged By the Holy Dweller On the Threshold Of Heaven & Hell A Matter Of Patterns In Stories I tell Seen thru Eyes And Mind And Why’s Man Follows Behind Tides that Swell As Time In Spaces And Faces Foretell The Climbing Vine From Immortal Well Of Life Divine
A spoken work spontaneous collaboration I did with Keith Trayler on drums, at the Warehouse Art Gallery. Check out the link below!!!! The words will follow….. this is a part of my Blindsight is 2020 collection of poetry that can be found on this site.
Can you Spell it out for me, misterDream? Can you tell me how to open the twisted screen? In the back room of this microcosmic vacuum sits a dialectical demon with a face that looks like me…spilling simple satire with the fire of certainty. Can the foggy mirror be wiped clearer, by the hand of the man who refuses to stand for the nearest and dearest hearts of the clan? Let’s see, let’s discern the irony… The mires that we have chosen to believe that seed this dying creed of iron deeds locked in steal with grips of fear on fiery steeds ….. Twisting the plot and trotting thru electricFields that yield the knots and tangled spokes from the turning Wheel that broke the Seal between WhatIs & WhatIsNot. For Real. Man. What a crazy Plan . A Game of Planes and PassionsOfPan dancing thru the degrees of Am. PM me with the lowdown, whisper in rumors of what’s going around, we can thicken the desperate drama and Play like Clowns…. Tricksters testing Paradox and Talking UpsideDown, we can rockAndRoll through Sight and Sound as the chessboard wavers on the merryGoRound…. SinEwaves savoring Light as the curtain goes down…..
Scene One is seen Thru, it was Planned Too…. Dangling Dialectic from the ceiling of this BleedThrough…. Hegel wrote the words to spell out the Game that’s played in the dressing Room as the audience waits, debating the nature of isolation as Indig.Nations fates are flavored with States of Vexation as Altered Carbon caters to the next mutation…..
Shadows shadows shadows on the wall, good guys bad guys rise and fall, breath by breath and life by death and brick by brick we build the Wall, one by one and None by All….Too mixed up to heed the Call….Three times Charmed with shock&awe as For the record the Lines are drawn…….Phi.ve times LifeTimes Venus FlyTrap dines on Tangled EyeCons in the dance of Dreaming dodecahedrons….Sixual Mayhem birthing through Us & Them in triangular penetrations of particulars in WaveWeaves of instinctual variations …Sexagonal vibration as the Exact Middle Compromise of Creation interrupting Infinite Potentiation…. A rupture of the hymen that seeks satiation…. Virginal Seven in Deep initiation never divided nor multiplied inSide of TenTs of Mind that abide in Destin(ysAb)ation …..zen…. Within…. The W8 of the Gate of the Octave that initiates the Fate of the sacred States of Self inDwelling in Games of Play in Nine Lives ReWinding on hard drives and BytesOfTime spitting Neurolinguistic prayer in rhyming software that invites the Tribe to Dive Into the the broken binary groove of Moving Truths ….Wholeness split into Ten threadBare bits of DecaDent Twists of the loom as looping recursion creates diversion in hateful versions of fleshExcursions as ELeven RightAngles Dangle from heaven as Self appointed gods&angels of the ArcOftheCoven In tangled tests of woven GovernMent…. Sovereign exploration of the Self InDignation that forces the faces of contortion of Space&Time to confront the Mirror of the Mind and gather the Fragments scattered Inside as Self ReMembers It Turns Its Own Tides and inJoys The ride of the Twelve archetypal Primes as the Rhyme subside and the Waves enGraved in playful Mazes Fade into GroundZero …. The center of the Spindle of the Core Processor….the chessboard squares dwindle and melt in predecessors of Jesting Jesters inGesting Lessons from Gestation ….. Ahhhhhh…..the Spell is Broken…. A simple Token as the spoken narration nestles into a quiet corner of this newly Woken Nation…..
Charleen Johnston 5-6-2020
This is just an appetizer…(below)
This is just an appetizer, A map divider of rapt insiders Forcing the feast Waking the sun from its house on the run In its seat in the east As the New Day has Begun To Rise from the leaven Grasping for heaven like sticky yeast In the hearts of the Bretheren Who Follow the One This is just a test A wrestling match for this and that, Insistence upon investments Of wrath , chessboard messages Mined From Maat Made to Order and gift wrapped With blessings from the Masters Staff This is just a preView A Bleedthrough of previous Yous And future Truths spread Like glue on a threadbare Loom A Cyclic Read-thru by Seeds In Bloom who feed on the Compost of Doom and Gloom Watered by Calm Hosts of the holy ghost In a Darkened Room This is just a Program A WebCam from the I AM A trip through the moist dew Of tangled Threads of angled Truths Dangling plans and potent proofs Hanging Men and Lambs in Suits Of Carded Wool and broken Bootes Icarus in thick black dust From falling to the Earth with Us This is just a Club of Trust A Heartfelt Synod of Love and Lust Working Soil with Spades of Rust In Hardened Narratives and deep Imperatives that only blades Of Diamonds can cut Through the Crystallized Sleep Of frequency and AllThatIs Now A Sequel to Be
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