Jonathan Ojanpera's Blog, page 43
February 2, 2015
The Moon Was Beautiful Last Night
I took this video last night as the fog was rolling in. I thought it matched well with this song. Enjoy!
Filed under: My Music, nature, Side Quests Tagged: fog, nature, original music, songs, the moon, The Peacemaker
February 1, 2015
The Other
To have touched such lurid beauty
Embracing all that is love and peace
Toiling in the flame of her essence
I am tossed, perplexed in mystery
A puzzle impossible to place
The pieces of a great paradox
Fear becomes my necessity
One not of elegance or grace
Might there be a duplicate
For duplicitous sake alone
Aghast, I saw an apparition
Or might this truly be you
So I ask, will you take my love
Are you the harbinger, an omen
The lone thief of my heart’s beat
Weaver of a destitute misery
If truth exists in you,...
Inside Out ~ A Duet
What is it inside of you that makes these letters true?
Is it made of colors or pieces of life’s broken hopes?
Maybe elemental, and invisible to all but closed eyes
This ink is composed of silken webs of truth and lies
Dripped from lovers��� lips, desperate attempts to seduce
Whispers that arouse naked flesh and raw internal scars
Shall I hide away my desire to run through unabashed?
Drown in the ink of your sorrow until my will dissolves?
Or trace the webs back to your heart and burn them all?
Hidden...
January 31, 2015
If You Scroll Down…
The editors at Brilliant Flash Fiction were kind enough to include a piece of my writing for their quarterly, January edition. If you scroll down pretty far, you will find my contribution.
I used my given name, “Jonathan Ojanpera”, just in case you see it and think that it is an incredible coincidence, or even a bleak possibility that there is someone named “Johnny Ojanpera” who isn’t me. You can find it here. I would love to see a comment or two or three…
Thanks everyone! :)
Filed under: Publ...
The Whip
“Did you really think you had control of the muse?”
Originally posted on Underground Energy:
Sympathy rings and sings through the air
She laughs at the game they escalated
It began empty of lifeblood sentience
He was spiritless, turned off and bored
Arrogant, proud, pushy, cocksure, careless
A beautiful, dark, terrifying, celestial seraph
The sultry aphrodisiac, one taste, no going back
He had been warned as she sunk in the lure
And so the tempest began a cyclone of control
Disciplined d...
January 30, 2015
But For The Wind
Little can keep me from a frolic in the meadow
A waltz on the bay, or only to sit beside you
I could lay under the sun on a cloud covered day
Pretend to be warm as if sun yearns to be seen
A night under the stars, surrounded by stones
Canyon-rim, daydreaming a featherless flight
Oh, to waste away in the middle of nowhere
I would take the chance to breathe clean air
No dwelling of brick or wood can keep me in
Nothing, I fear…
But for the wind
Filed under: Poetic Tagged: contentment, dreaming, landscapes,...
Pitch-Perfect
The gig is up. I hide here sometimes. :/
Originally posted on Love Songs And Mood Swings:
I need you to come to me without reservation
I want you to play with me like the best of toys
I long for your fingers through my hair, eye to eye
I will not inquire, only wait in hope, still as a tree
I beg to be left in the quiet, only your soul is allowed
I plead for a touch that will leave me with a feeling
Can you touch me softly enough to feel the inside?
Will you show me how to turn these p...
January 29, 2015
Music Theme – The Doctor Is In
Johnny chose the music theme for this week. I will be filling in for him today, as he is a virulent heap of flu symptoms, and is otherwise incapacitated.
When do we need a doctor?
I can’t answer this question for everybody, but there comes a time when our only option is to see a doctor of some sort. This is one scenario…
It starts out like this.
But then this happens.
You might lose your sense of…everything.
And then it’s time to make the call.
Then the roller coaster begins…
“Tell her,��Tell her she...
January 28, 2015
Chemical Carousel
On a chemical carousel
We ride not on pretty ponies
No
We merry-go-round on the backs
Of hell hounds and hyenas
Screeching gears and steaming pipes
Power this carnival of broken hearts
Twirl a team of whimsy sparks
Bat-blind to the broken parts
On a chemical carousel
We swallow things whole
Yes
We take it all from healing hands
Mind-mending gratitude, medical brand
Fueling forced sonic synergies
Neuronal normal on the breeze
Pouting powerless in our dreams
Close my eyes to rip the seams
Filed under: Poetic Tag...
January 27, 2015
Never Looking Back
This is what you should be reading today.
Originally posted on Life With Catnip:
The painting of
One thousand heartbeats
Of just seeing her
Slows my own.
We are not broken
By decisions and movement.
We are a timeless pallet
Colors so vivid.
Of brushstroke painted
Between your heart and mine
Ribs infused in grace
From not so long ago..
Adam and Eve
Of decisions and movement.
Classic wonder and the beautiful,
Who is she?
Will we not crumble
Nor disintegrate a dream,
Of longing for the days,
Of hold...
