Jonathan Ojanpera's Blog, page 29

The Curious Lemur

This guy was different than most other primates at the zoo. Instead of sleeping or hiding, he was truly interested in us.

It made me want to be a zookeeper. I even found a uniform in the gift shop.

Junior Zookeeper. I want that title.

Filed under: Photography/Art, Side Quests Tagged: careers, curious lemurs, zookeepers

Waiting Room

I sat alone in a room with small chance of a visitor
Didn’t matter how long you might be gone
I knew that somehow you would remember me
Thought I left an impression that would stand out
As the days grew longer, the weight greater
I saw out a window, a happiest version of you
With the freedom to indulge every want
No thought of where you went wrong
Only revisiting the extremities of your lust
And singing your own majesty’s song
Knowing then, the wait would go on
Until every last drop might be...

Forget

A homecoming awaits
Only for a season, I won’t be looking
For another destructive precedent
A landmine in my back yard

Exhuming my passion can wait
Though not for you this time
I’ll save it for myself
A eulogy in the making

One promise for breaking
A flower in the balance
It was us in another life
Dream in reverse singing

Filed under: Poetic Tagged: lovers, precedent, relationships, waiting for the one

To Rise

When hope breathed its last
Flames out of power
Ground beneath has cooled
I lay among the ash
Awaiting my turn
To feather and fly
Watch the world spin by
Lighting on high wires
Laughing at the earthbound
While seeing my glory
In every stinging tear cried
Though complete, I sympathize
As if longing to return
To the fires of refinement
Willing member of human nature
The destructive, the beautiful
Everything deadly
The last life giving drop
I might choose another life
Leave the feathers of flig...

To Flourish

With a hint of tangerine essence
Bergamot swirling on the breeze
A lone rose taunting my sense

They are pulling me in every way
Drawing from my earthen center
Stealing me away from what I see

None can counter the honeysuckle
Petals and a sugary sweet tease
Vexing sensibility with every bloom

Filed under: Poetic Tagged: Flowers, honeysuckle, nature, the senses

Music Theme – In Memory Of…

I turned thirty-nine this month. My memory spans six US Presidents, ninety-nine US military conflicts and a handful of cousins and friends in the military.

There were no active wars going on when I graduated high school, so I had less incentive than some of my friends where the military was concerned. We were boys who imagined war like we saw in the movies; an elite brotherhood of heroes. It is an American tradition to join the military during a war. It is the ultimate show of devotion to th...

In Between

“I could stay here forever, in a prison of petals around me.”

-Johnny

Filed under: Photography/Art Tagged: Flowers, in the middle, pictures, quotes by Johnny

Awen

Unassuming, toes on the border of blinded

My heart, the morning glory’s evening

Called off searching the moment hope fled

Convinced she would never be found again

Blurred memory of a time I sought a teacher

One to tame nothing but my wild affections

Leaving my tumbleweed spirit to roam

Convincing that love is not a livid mob

My last act, to send out an unwitting call

To rouse her from the sleep I cast her in

If only to gaze her beauty, if not for keeps

Yet finding myself with nothing left...

Discouraged (Amazingly Used)

Originally posted on Nezra's Opiate:

She’s adored and admired.
Opens up when trust is transpired.
Sashays to her own song.
Apologizes and makes up for it
when she’s wrong.

She’s too amazing to be with.

Sensitive like white dove feathers.
Stern like a wire sponge
and curious like mischievous cats.
She’s perfectly imperfect.
Her persona is enticing,
voice tantalizing.

She’s too amazing to be with.

But, just enough to be
used.
She is sweet enough to
feed your ego for a while.
Got a smile bright...

Golden Soul

The golden soul wants to be more
Its impurities stay, won’t melt away
Though immeasurable, minutiae

The golden soul wants to take on god
To take first place for the sake of time
Tragic and fucked up, divinity domine

The golden soul has broken free
From the casting’s gentle warmth
Where its shape will not remain

The golden soul is of this earth
And refuses to be made to stay

Photo

Filed under: Poetic Tagged: arrogance, exaltation, piety, selfishness