Jonathan Ojanpera's Blog, page 36
March 27, 2015
Cloaked
shifting cloak of destiny
deceived her every admirer
sequins were a personality
dazzled in plastic pretense
displays her ripped seams
invisible in the reflection
reminded her of the failure
her fringes frayed cosplay
Filed under: Collaborations, Free verse Tagged: hiding the truth, Johnny Ojanpera, random whispering wind, true self, vanity
March 26, 2015
The Hostage
Terror ties her heart to the tracks
Keeping it hostage, not in villainy
More an act of heroic caution
Giving it over to certain annihilation
All under the premise of protection
A guarantee in return for deception
She and the fear have an understanding
Losing her place is what she expects
Something natural as her hidden grace
A piece of her soul as thieves ransom
Not a price too high to be deemed
Suitable witness to the stirrings
Of a brilliant minds rising dreams
Musical Inspiration
March 25, 2015
Of The Page
A lady of the page visits me sometimes
I’ve never seen her, but I know her words
Not sure what she sees in me, but I read
She explains what she hears me say
In words that cannot be written another way
Believes that the ugly can become beauty
Assures me they can’t see the factions
The warriors for a cause I do not know
Both hemispheres divided equally
No peace accord to be signed
She wrestles them out on paper
So I might understand the war effort
The one being waged inside of me
Says it’s th...
Will You?
As my heart bleeds out
will you drink of it, savoring
the varietals of pain
an aged vintage of my regrets
with complex tannins
harvested from unspoken sins?
As my heart bleeds out
will you bathe in it, soaking
in my crimson-teared memories
lathering with my faded laughter
showcased in delicate bubbles
that burst upon
another souls touch?
As my heart bleeds out
will you paint with it, creating
an abstract of scattered emotions
a landscape of shattered dreams
a sculpture of passionate design
m...
Run With Abandon
run with abandon
a child always remembers
pursuit of freedom
Filed under: Haiku, Poetic Tagged: children running, pictures, remembering freedom
In Too Deep
She was attracted to the intensity of his solitude. His aura of wounded defiance sent tremors through her weary heart. He believed his melancholy served as a shield; it only summoned forth her desire to discover his dark secrets. She imagined his whispered pain against her cheek as she offered him a harbor in lifes treacherous waters. The gleam in his brooding eyes was a beacon to her tempestuous nature.
Her need to be needed by this man put her on moralitys razor edge. His measured words of...
March 24, 2015
The New Writer
After much thought about the direction I want to take with my blog in this season, I figured it out. It could be considered an accident, or maybe an impulse.
I know a writer who reflects my vision and position toward writing very closely, and our creative process is very similar. It is almost weird, but instead of trying to collaborate or do guest posts, we decided to join forces.
The flag will stay the same, and all appointed officers will retain their respective positions. No one was fir...
March 21, 2015
What Do You Want?
Beg every minute
I’ll claw and scratch
Wrap them neatly
Then hand them back
This life paves a trail
It follows close behind
Anywhere I’ve been
An unrelenting pace
To become a dream
Breaking news again
Just to sit and spin
Time’s great disgrace
Filed under: Poetic Tagged: desire, pursuits of life, time
The Little Picture
What I did today next to my plans for the day were very different. Instead of roaming the streets of Fairhope, I had a quiet lunch with my parents. I planned to document the annual art festival in pictures, walk down to the bay and meet artists.
It may have been epic, but sometimes you have to leave the big picture for someone else.
Filed under: Photography/Art Tagged: AL, Fairhope, mom's backyard, plans, the big picture, zen garden
Forgotten
Freedom reigns in the hearts of all
Except for the one who took the fall
Forgotten days lost in streaming sun
Where is the love my heart longs for
Take me with, my bruised ego, skinned knee
Fit me in the shape of every burning need
Deliver our energies through the pouring rain
Spell out what my heart sings for, the source of all greed
Hold me throughout this unforgiving night
For you alone my heart is utterly parched
I will wail on high in sight of all
If it will bind us together in every ca...
