Jonathan Ojanpera's Blog, page 39
March 5, 2015
Inner Child
I read your confessions and wonder how
A soul can come so close but not know
Who wrote them while I was alone
Her own beauty shrouded by my aura
Tame as my inner child might dare be
She is the essence of the feminine
Sentenced to reside in this haunt
Of a like mind, paradox absolute
She might shun the masculine
The who of I am, in every way
Filed under: Poetic Tagged: feminine, inner child, muse
Cover of Darkness
Darkness is our covert stage
How we glide into the dream
Thrilled with each other’s touch
A sensational game of intercourse
Dancing in and out of madness
A pinch, a kiss, a glass of brashness
A fluid embrace of intoxication
Leaves shivers in the consummate air
Life in a land of degradation
Our Eden sheathed in freedom
When we dance face to face
Our shadows fall in rhythym
The flames grow and twirl
For in this land of darkest night
The shadow is our light
Filed under: Poetic Tagged: air, dancing, dark, flame...
Music Theme – For Eva
It was my turn to pick the theme for this week. I decided to dedicate our efforts to welcoming back our friend, Eva. I am a huge fan of her writing, and I am certain that her time away from WordPress was productive. However, I would like her absence to end now. Welcome back, Eva!
There are all kinds of reasons why bloggers take time off. Burn out, empty creative wells, life. Our muses can be delicate and temperamental. When the muse acts up, we are at its mercy…or are we?
Might there be a way t...
March 4, 2015
Artsy ���
A day when my deepest wish is crowded
Out by the highway old and busted
Devils playing games in my head
His majesty has forgotten again
The music is artsy while I am not
Hope it carries me away from here
Not a place, an echo of my senses
It turns out just a matter of business
What I need and what I’ll get is more
Simple to give it back to sender
Get it all in on a dead-heat run
As fun as an old school coke bender
Filed under: Poetic Tagged: artsy, lyric, music
Promises
We swear to stay until the trouble comes
Ever believing the love can’t be drowned
Always meant in the most heartfelt ways
So we stick together as if eternally bound
Then pass the days, the passion it wears
Frays at the seam, yet holds like a shackle
When before nothing mattered, shattered
These fettered words crumble committal
We call out the issues of incompatibility
Compare our failures to statistical deed
See no harm in living with past ghosts
They always end up as such, no need
So love comes easy, sh...
March 3, 2015
What To Say…
-Loki
Now that the worst of winter 2015 is mostly behind me, I am beginning my thaw for spring. I have been fairly quiet lately for a few reasons. The most important is rest. I have a tendency to work until I drop, and when I drop, there is always a recovery time that lasts way too long. I have learned -the hard way- my limits over the years, and though I largely ignore them, rest has become a bit easier to accept.
I finally put the past away
The feeling of being lost has subsided since I lost...
March 2, 2015
Of Words
Tell me again that this feeling will subside
When the words refuse to sit on the pages
And all I know to do is let the dizzy take me in
I fall into a deep and enslaving melody
Swaying and shaking, encompassing�� every fiber in me
I cannot pause to think
Nor mute these letters that come alive through your ink
It’s a storm-driven string of hell in my hands
The perfect arrangement, a symphonic demise
And the way life takes us into demonic stuttering eyes����������������������
I cannot look away, I must pu...
Discovery (in collaboration)
Please see original.
Originally posted on Message in a Bottle:
Once a silhouette of seduction, a beauty that would last
Knowing well otherwise, but still cannot believe beyond
And so she turned, sadness seeped into her shadow
She was mocked by her misery, abandoned to melancholy
She dove head into darkness, cloaking her loneliness like sin
Her tears drowned her fantasies, ghosts of regret own memories
Wants to feel the way out, awaken to her long passed over dreams
If only to interrup...
I Am A Pirate
I’ve been sleeping on Underground Energy’s couch.
Originally posted on Underground Energy:
Worshipping the ghosts of madness
Bound by more than geography
Captain of a burning ship
Scorn of the woman���s sadness
Slink away screaming with abandon
Aiming from my cross hair periphery
The carnage is starboard deep water
Splitting the bow beyond my cannons
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