Jonathan Ojanpera's Blog, page 37
March 21, 2015
The Apex
Originally posted on MW Concepts:
Ecstatic
The need to shout at the top of our lungs
Worry free
The urge to shout at the top of the highest mountain
To tell the sun and the stars
That we have each other
That we complete each other
That together we win
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Filed under: writing
March 20, 2015
- Love In Ten Sentences -
I go with her, my mistress of the light
She keeps me falling at every turn
Particles hover over all Isee
Atomic glittery, free as spring’s breeze
When I am blind to her, she follows me
Entreats me to take another step
The humming in my chest when I sleep
The final frontier, a homestead occupied
Only true divinity, the whimsy indeed
A palace in my heart calls for her residence
Holly, of House of Heart invited me to write about love in ten sentences. Everyone is welcome to try. It’s not like w...
All Of Me Or None – Guest Post
We wear the mask that grins and lies.
It shades our cheeks and hides our eyes.
This debt we pay to human guile
With torn and bleeding hearts
We smile and mouth the myriad subtleties.
Why should the world think otherwise?
In counting all our tears and sighs.
Nay let them only see us while
We wear the mask.
~BY Maya Angelou
Do You Want to See whats Under My Mask Come Ill Show You
I was in the car about to go into the movie theater with my friends when it happened.
I was cold, but when I turne...
March 19, 2015
Anamna
Dark night, facing the corner
Sleep came easy until it hit me
Pen in hand to chase the dream
The first one in color
Inspiration rife, tip of the sword
Something like two flames
Huddled around one candle
In my head it shot like lasers
Dissecting darkness
Dashing splinters of light
We were both so free
But not to be, a memory
Only a green canopy
Keeping me out
The lexicon empty
Filed under: Poetic Tagged: dreams, memory, recall, writing
Music Theme ~ Balance
Bear picked the theme for this week, ‘Balance’. This one made me laugh a little because my balance is a bit unconventional. What I consider as balance sometimes looks like a wild ride of ups and downs. Outwardly, I don’t think I am the poster child for balance, but I strive to be as even keeled as possible for the sake of those around me…
Music is the most powerful tool for balance. There is a song for every place on the spectrum, and the right song can transport us to anywhere we desire to...
March 17, 2015
Resolve
I exorcize most every tear
Pretend to be without fear
As sandstone stands against
The sunsets of every age
Every rain drop ever made
A monument to every word
Those things I’ll never say
I sit and I wait, stare ahead
The tracks of an obsolete train
Silver threads never made
If forever demands this of me
A heart in exile, a soul untamed
Then I stand in the way
Assume every stitch of blame
If all I have given be in vain
Filed under: Poetic Tagged: love, missing pieces, patience, resolute
What’s Next?
The chicks are getting big too!
As I was going through my wake-up routine this morning, my mind felt very crowded. It was similar to every morning, except for one thing: it’s all good stuff!
I feel like I am in the beginning stages of a personal renaissance. I am staring down the convergence of many paths all at once and I am once again smitten with life.
As usual, when my mind is crowded, I have to write it out. There is no poetry on my lips though, and I’m not sure if I could really explai...
March 15, 2015
Set Her Free
When she comes to you cross faced
If ever there is a chance
Anything you can say
Keep her safe then let her go
She is far more pretty, free
Photo (I hope he doesn’t mind)
Filed under: Poetic Tagged: freedom, relationships
March 14, 2015
Pawns
It’s the comfort of cold steel on bare skin
The peace he must feel, emanating from his cash
The day the bankers fly is at hand
Tycoons sleep behind brick walls
Safety from the rabble of you and me
Easy to play defense against dirt poor
Archaic weapons and tarnished utensils
It’s all we got
Gifts from the rubbish heap
Shit you find, you keep
But don’t get caught behind the cars
Inside his walls
He knows us all as wards of his
Knows what we deserve, and our needs
Anything short of heaping pra...
Hothouse
I run down like spilled paint
A sadness encompassed with a dark past
A fragile present gripping an ancient spyglass
Bones through skin hunt and pretend to predict
A future floating stagnant in a forgotten wasteland
I heard you tell me it would all pass
A shudder through my tired frame then back
A pallid skinned circus haunt on a round track
Voice empty of reason and scratched
A desert hothouse with the promise blotted out
Yet still your words ricochet around my dilapidated heart
An ever pre...
