Jonathan Ojanpera's Blog, page 48

The Voice Of Anarchadia New Zealand

My quests for informationhave allowed me a few great opportunities to speak with some amazing people. Though I feel as if I am stuck in America sometimes, especially in the sense of political climate, it is refreshing to hear a new perspective from the other side of the world. I find over and again that there are others acting out their convictions, and living as an example for others who are either stagnant in their thinking, or frustrated with the environment they find themselves in.

My hope...

Stay

Yearning for the peace of death

Absent of time, quite weightless

I beg, let me linger a moment more

My destination can await after all

Nothing can save me from staying

Let not my foot pass behind or beyond

I plead, I’ve no need of reeling in

The end of the road is not troubled

If there is no choice, pull me back

I must trade eternity for his warmth

The place where gravity weighs heavy

Takes me as near this peace in a glance

I feel him pulling me, pleading me, stay

His realm is my familiar, my hiding place...

Guile -With Phen Weston

Creeping static reflects her tension

Ofinstinctiveobsequious will,

Succulent paralysis against suspension,

Another photographic still.

Sweeping radical by his intention

To bend such a metal with innate skill

Selling souls and touting the tricks

Pocketing damsels for thrills

The ring master spoke, a chilling waul,

“Ladies, gentleman, it’s time for the kicks!

Extraordinary, miraculous, come one! Come all!

Come drown your sins in the waters of Styx!”

The water is cold, with your troubles white hot

Your need...

Music Theme – Time

Lisa picked the theme for this week, and it is quite appropriate for this time of year. I have all of the normal workload, plus holiday parties, house guests and some huge projects going on too. Yes, I am a glutton for punishment. Yes, I refuse to adjust my schedule simply because many of the things going on have nothing to do with how I spend my time.

We only have one chance on this planet as far as I know, and time is the most glaring restriction on life. It is perpetual, indifferent and wil...

The Fascination With A Dalmatian Tail

Our creepy kitten has been enjoying our company, and thinks the dog’s tail is there to play with. It’s funny how a 70 pound dog can be afraid of a 6 pound kitten. The dog sits nervously and tries to hide his tail as if he is frozen in fear. A very entertaining dynamic…

Filed under: Photography/Art, Side Quests Tagged: cats, dogs, pets

Hazy In Mobile

This is the view of Mobile from the eastern shore of Mobile Bay in Fairhope. I must have watched a thousand sunsets from here.

It is rare to get a clear shot of the city because of the humid air. It could also be smog. Either way, it’s a nice view.

Filed under: Photography/Art Tagged: Eastern Shore, Fairhope, Mobile, Mobile Bay, sunsets, view

Amazing Blogger: Lisa!

Johnny Ojanpera:

I really like Lisa. Thanks Patty!

Originally posted on petitemagique:

Every week I want to share an amazing blogger with you all, so you can check out their blogs and maybe make some new friends!

All of these bloggers have amazed me with their art, kind heart, friendship and skills.

You ready? Here we go!

Meet Lisa

–> http://undergroundenergy.wordpress.com/

A little about Lisa

My name is Lisa. I am a woman who is a wife, to Johnny Ojanpera, and a mother of four girls. The last pregna...

Music Theme – Spite

It was my turn to pick the theme of the week. I chose ‘spite’ because of its multi-faceted ability to be a negative, as well as a tool for positive action. Like anger, spite can push us through doors we would rather not pass. It can be no more than a reflex at times, with the repercussions having a liberating effect on us.

In spite, there could be two basic outcomes. The first would be the simple realization that you have an impulse to exact revenge on someone. It can be a tool for finding unh...

Her Dance

Her’s is the dance of the morning sun

The catch in my breath with a twist

A spirited kiss from her porcelain form

She is moving as to defy natural forces

The ache in my bones just to touch

An intricate wisp, the notes of her song

Her’s is the dance of the darkest night

The longing in my eyes just to watch

This delicate masterpiece to behold

She is moving as to break my will

Closer, my empty hands weaken

Overcome by the spell of her dances

Photo

Filed under: Letters Of The Soul, Poetic Tagged: adoration, d...

Watching

Originally posted on Underground Energy:

You killed me with your chemtrail flu
300,000 eyes were watching you
You reached down our throats and stole our voice

We lived in spite of your choice
What will you do now when we push the limits

The monster you created will destroy your gimmick
We aren’t afraid anymore to shove the edge


Our voices grow louder, we know what you did
You locked us away in your addiction to power

Now we are here, risen from the dead

We have faced our Lord and now we face you

We are...