Jonathan Ojanpera's Blog, page 35
April 1, 2015
Night
The perfect night has a full moon, music.
A lover.
The one who knows everything and still wants me. She’s the girl I can take anywhere. Understands that she doesn’t have to go with me into the dark, and holds her breath while I’m gone. She waits for me.
There are plenty of things I can say, but she has to be there.
It is bright like perpetual dusk. No escape from the day, no release into night. Time stands still.
The music echoes through the canyon behind me. It is a chorus of ancient dru...
March 31, 2015
In Other Words
A thousand times, no
One for every contradiction
A thousand more for
My heart’s position
Filed under: Free verse, Poetic Tagged: saying no
Wake Up
I am willing to do this alone
We all know the shoe won’t fit
I can’t sing about it
Could only write volumes
Of what was, a future
In sight, always a goal
But things change
What once was everything
Now only part of me
Waking up, knowing it’s a dream
Checking to see if you’re home
Maybe tomorrow it will end
You’ll be back, I just know
Filed under: Free verse, Poetic Tagged: missing pieces
March 30, 2015
Trinity Minus One
Dad fell out of favor for neglect
Left a kid and his imaginary friend
Earthbound orphanon the brink
Waited ’til the end for the truth
Then the imaginary turnedsleuth
Made him crazy, denied need of proof
He only asked for simple forgiveness
White as snowand the voices misgiving
Blamed it all on dad and took the fall
Filed under: Free verse, Poetic Tagged: forgiveness, ghosts, imaginary friends, orphans, the trinity
Twisted
Untwist my desires
Delve into my night
Kiss the temptation
To banish all sight
Manipulate my fires
Dawn eludes the fight
Velvet need covets
My aversion to light
Rain dissolves the grit
Remnants of loves plight
Salty seeds of passion
Display salacious heights
Untwist my desires
Bind my words tight
Furrow in the heat
Cherish my carnal bite
Filed under: Collaborations, Free verse Tagged: conflict, desire, harmony, inspiration, Johnny, muse, random
March 29, 2015
Sunday Sonnet
The air made hazy by her every passing
Goddess of the rainbow’s ephemeral arc
Butterflies in purple eloquent, dashing
Reflected against sky, becoming and stark
Prowess unblemished as if to be righteous
The wars always sting but rarely leave a mark
Her visits leave lessons in worldlybias
Pastelcorridors, terreneheir of nature
Forty miracles granted in her likeness
Rides in my battles, an auspicious savior
She is the war cry on a dead gray morning
My enemy’s boldness becomes denatured
If...
Her Black Rose
Originally posted on johnny ojanpera:
A thousand flowers to trample, a thousand songs to sing. Lovely destruction is all I have to give. I will never be her saint, for my presence may only bring a start, even a frightening bomb-blast-evolution to fearlessness. My scent is that of a rose strewn meadow, yet I am the color of old death. My strength lies in my own darkness; darkness that cradles her in peace.I am the sin that she carries. I am the freedom path she walks. I am the soft landing i...
March 28, 2015
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March 27, 2015
The Way In
For every one who can’t find a way in
Blame it on the natural way of things
To peel the layers would yield more
Layers upon themselves, unordered
The way in is experiencing overgrowth
It may be a permanent closed eye
Leaving things by the road at night
Forgetting is the way like leaving
His is a restless, old traveler’s soul
The way in is the ever changing
Content on a townless highway
Peace in sandstone towers by
At home with superficial glances
Deeper than high country snow
The way in may...
Music Theme – Death and Rebirth
Madeline chose our theme for this week. I had an extra day granted by the invisible theme fairies, and it gave me time to think up an angle.
There is a line in this song that says, “A broken heart won’t get you far enough”. This speaks volumes to me. I have come to points in my creative life where I felt a sense that if I wasn’t actively finding my way out of heartbreak, then I might not have anything more to say. Like coming to the end of the therapist’s book and being declared cured of be...
