Jonathan Ojanpera's Blog, page 49
December 2, 2014
BECAUSE PEOPLE ARE COOL – JOHNNY OJANPERA
Thank you, Hasty! :)
Originally posted on hastywords:
Yesterday I posted a list of books published by people I have the great honor to know. Today I want to highlight one of those authors because he just released his latest novella Gringo Parade
Johnny is the author of the blog Johnny Ojanpera- The words I didn’t forget. Johnny is truly a well rounded right brained artist who has captured my attention with his writing. I have had the pleasure of writing poetry with him but I wou...
Paintbrush
Originally posted on Love Songs And Mood Swings:
It was his paintbrush that started the fire
Striped the halls and swirled the cielings
Painted and painted until he was empty
If only he could draw from this well again
One more wall before the flames come in
The pit in his soul may no longer thirst
His paintings are desperate, expert haste
Defying his limit by borrowing the future
Paintbrushes ever be his drug of choice
The candles spent, smelling canvas burn
His attentions became his sole intention
Now...
December 1, 2014
Suicide Notes
I know a few people who have written suicide notes. They are all cliché, as I imagine there is only so much one can say when they are convinced that suicide is the only way out. The end is the end.
I have written two. One was very thorough, the other was more of a short ‘fuck you’ to all of the people who either ignored my state of mind for a very long time, or were simply ignorant of the signs.
The long one addressed individuals by name, matched with one or two grievances I had with them. I wa...
November 30, 2014
Inevitable ~ Duet With Underground Energy
There is no longer hope for her
The balance of consumption tipped
She weeps of days long past
When she was arrayed in health
Dry your tears, streaming for her
Tipping points mean new beginnings
To watch her burn before rebirth
Her rage will begin burning anew
Calm your spirits, broken for her
Our hands have hastened our end
We, she or him the aggressor three
A convoluted mirror, no need to mend
Live out your days laboring for her
Working out the time she granted
Carry our share of weight and love
Conscious...
Gringo Parade–Ninja Column Highlight
Thank you for this well-rounded analysis of Gringo Parade, Ninja Column.
Originally posted on The Ninja Column:
Gringo Parade by Jonathan Ojanpera
What’s good about it?
Thought-provoking subtext involving unethical and immoral religious practices
Thoroughly developed plot experienced at a pace conducive to the events of the story
Very uniqueideasthat completelyevade the “reused” or “rehashed” feel that other stories tend to harbor through regurgitation
Satiricalvoice ensures to keep...
November 29, 2014
Antebellum On The Bay
Filed under: Photography/Art Tagged: antebellum south, Fairhope, Mobile Bay, pictures, southern home
November 28, 2014
Golden Mushrooms
wonder why you’re gold
inviting me to indulge
fairyscape awaits
Filed under: Haiku, Photography/Art Tagged: haiku, mushrooms, nature, pictures, sunlight
November 27, 2014
Music Theme – Attitude of Gratitude
It was Maddie’s turn to pick for this week, and strangely enough, if fell on Thanksgiving. I hope everyone has a great day with lots of family and hopefully food. The Ojanperas will be across the Bay this afternoon, visiting the main Ojanpera headquarters (mom and dad’s).
This is my song for today.
Mystery – Indigo Girls
Each time you pull down the driveway
Wasn’t sure when I would see you again
Yours was a twisted blind sided highway
No matter which road you took then
Oh, you set up your place in m...
November 25, 2014
Bugs
Ad Infinitum* – Guest Poetry By Phen Weston
I wrote this poem on life’s kinetic ripples,
Delicate, sempiternal, clandestine,
Do you know where ancient days belong?
I could never see the oceans crash
Across the face of clarity, bereft by wolves,
Fangs and fragmented ego, the lighthouse calls,
Non est ad astra mollis e terris via**
Could I speak upon those lost and latent cliffs?
Bewildered judgement casting hopes searchlight,
Determined haste plummets to churning substance,
In the distance taillights shine with rose tinted desire
For all the lives...



