I search and find deep within,
Written verses in ash of how we began,
I console, I try to make change,
Everything has been preordained.
No matter how hard I try,
I'm trapped in your pulse ,
Nothing else feels real,
There is turmoil in my soul.
Trapped within these walls,
I am the asylum of your ache,
Pain rips my inner being,
I have no place to go.
Now as time restarts its flow,
I taste your truth you've hidden well,
I see your pulse is faulting,
Our time is nearly in the past.
Where orchids dream, I'm found,
Creating a new reality,
Writing a new verse in the ash,
Where we both go free.
Social Media;
Perfecting Hysteria.
Push button Reply;
Gas lightight the why.
Sticks and stones...
Blood and bones...
Reds and blues...
Roaring 'Boos'...
Silence begets silence;
Speech yields violence,
Passion to fight,
Stomping the blight.
Stuck in motion;
Ignoring all notion.
Frantically turning;
All paths churning.
Ground faulting;
Conscience halting.
Lies swirling;
Truth curling.
Confusion surrounds;
Chaos abounds.
Champion humility;
End the futility.
Plug the ears;
Muzzle the fears.
Pause the trigger;
Quell the vigor.
Close the eyes;
Unveil the guise
Force the thought;
Lest be bought.
Massive, monumental, mammoth, mighty, and marvelous
Has my magnificence been devoid of arduousness?
With an unknown collision of plates, as though two hearts
With folding, faulting, and fondling, nature creates my parts.
There's in me, life-like evolution and involution.
Volcanoes and earthquakes bring me inner persecution.
I try to grow tall with my steep, sharp, sloping, sliding sides.
Within my compassionate folds, any scared creature hides.
With snow capped peaks, valley glaciers, and river gorges
I've flora and fauna that are gorgeously glorious.
Caring cliffs call the creatures to the peaks to touch the sky.
Fountains, streams, and rivers from me towards the sea flow by.
Amidst strong stone shifting, rock rifting, and boulder bouncing
Amidst storms, rains, avalanches, landslides, and floods, astounding
I exist, as the plains and seas, a part of the cosmos.
When and how I'll rise or fall, the Almighty alone knows.
Yes, it's true
The government holds the steering
To national development bearing
For they collect taxes, fees and dues.
But what if it starts with you
You, you and you claiming to be common
For you know not where taxes go
But only setting your prices on the go.
You say as we all say
Gov't can make businesses smile
Normalize the nation, control inflation
With sound and a working regulation
However, contemplate this perspective
We've all opened our doorways
And embraced the ideals of the west
Thinking it will bring us rest.
We want our business to be free
When we set our prices Gov't to agree.
We pay the taxes we feel like
If Gov't insists prices we spike.
Imagine the potential within us:
Beyond faulting the center, the core,
Our attitude shift could be the remedy
Our inherent capacity holds the key.
Lost
Incomplete
Faulting
Existing
A heart so full of love.
Love never faulting for even a second.
Loving words, said every day.
Love is the word you once always used.
Instantly, my heart fluttering when you once called me yours.
Eager to hear from you all the time, when I know I would not.
Sadness I felt when you left me for her.
We met, it was beautiful.
We talked, it was nice.
We gained feelings for one another,
and we returned each other's feelings.
I’m happy to call you mine,
and very happy to be called yours.
It’s been years, our love never faulting.
We are close to death, but we shall stay together.
We live together in love,
and we die together, in love.
heaving, heaving
of the owl
heavy is his breathing
the weight of it
is leaning
upon the reddened rail
his eyes glimmering gold
opening wide
can see inside your soul
so close, so warm
so cold
he’s stealing your breath
its freezing
in midair
the owl can’t help
but be aware
of your awful stare
the figurine
faulting
ferociously frightened
hair stands up on your alabaster skin
feathers wrap ‘round
the porch climber
the climax shivering
eyes still staring
staring you down
daring you to look away
with that awful flapping
that territorial crapping
and
beak ringing
buzzing your bell
your hands now clasp
your ears - the silencer
of fears
you close your eyes
disguise the shadows
of the night
they open
all’s clear
nothing to fear
but the railings painted white
the awakening is bright
sinister in the moonlight
step out at your peril
pray for reprieve
are all exits marked
doesn’t matter…
the pulchritude of a speckled coat
in mid flight
breaks the splattered glass
Anguish I feel, in decisions once there made
Sharper the pain, then a cut throats blade
So difficult it is, to sever a link
A most bitter pill, a swiftly poisoned drink
Hearts broken, anger left was my faulting
Fates cruelty of lost connection, the final resulting
The feelings in my direction, rightly deserved
My need for affection, I felt so drastically underserved
I tried my very best to show where I'd stand
Not maniacally thought out or purposely pre-planned
So difficult it is to sever a connection
It was not easy to do, looking back in reflection
Never easy to suffer, a one-of-a-kinds, now rejection
While you are busy praising me
And repeating sincere "I see!"
You keep staggering my story,
Less preparing for The Gory
A narrative oddly halting
Not better than the facts faulting...
Your job, now, A Good listener's
Just eyes on my lips Fasteners;
Glimpse I shall your struggling suspense
And it's s promise: my response;
Off and on make my hearer pause,
As though on my teller-lips gauze...
Always listen and listen good:
Don't interrupt my Robin Hood.
Noah built an ark, David danced before the Lord
He slew Goliath with a stone all in the name of God.
Joseph had a treacherous time, condemned to die in jail
yet rose in stature, name and fame to see his dream come true
his brothers who had hurt him so, bowed down and did not know
that this great man was the one they maimed
their brother, flesh and blood.,
Esau sold his birth right, all for a plate of soup,
he did not know the price he'd pay, that sad and sorry day.
Jacob worked for seven years to claim his only love
yet Laban did not keep his word - poor Jacob he was robbed.
Sampson fell before Delilah revealed his source of strength
yet had a mighty power surge, and took his own revenge.
Many are the great men, who walked and served the Lord
stumbling, faulting, just like us, but there's one thing that they knew: whatever happens, bad or good, just trust in God above
His faithfulness is our strong reward, His Word the strongest Chord
‘Four us’ had ‘all mine’ calculating mischief
Undermining + faulting > (It’s u, u, and u)
So u-cubed / ’we’ three equaled the minus
(9/22/20: ’05 Cruisers Yachts 280 CXI)
Star of David
The central sun
Unconditional love
Faulting no one
Symbolising thus
Union of polarities
Benign bliss explosion
Climax in continuity
Unlike other chakras
Anahata is special
Wherein love throbs
Transmission radial
Imposing no condition
Heart has no blockage
Immune to ego assault
Allows all safe passage
All the heart beseeches
Is for mind to descend
Unifying in loving embrace
That we may then ascend
Then remains no separation
Of identity from the source
We flow in gentle lovingness
As a child employing no force
It should come as no surprise
That at the heart bliss ignition
Illumines Sushumna magically
Becoming thus our orientation
20-September-2020
I wake to trill of colored leaves
The fall of last night's dreams,
An onshore breeze whose movements
Please and cool my restless schemes.
With one hand cradling your head
My other hand is roaming free
I float in evening's meadow song,
Am tide moved by the morning's sea.
There's freedom now in love's embrace
That I have never known before,
Not faulting other lovers though,
Just in your arms I've grown much more.
If happiness can't satisfy,
Can vanity dream love's mature?
But I am where I want to be,
Just this is all I know for sure!
Brian Johnston
June 7, 2017
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