Iron Rose


 
Iron rose

Once she was a caterpillar who consumed but leaves.
Bumbling about life, praying to make it to tomorrow.
She hummed a song of trust that did not need words.
Instinctively knowing that the universe would give her strength to make it to see tomorrow’s day.

When the time came, she made her cocoon out of silk.
Building her home under the ghost of a rose.
Here she lay in her state of metamorphosis.
Body decomposing as silk petals wilted.


Flesh fading as the color turned to grey.

Every night she would prey.
Body vulnerable, displayed naked before the world.

With but the thorns of her rose protector as her sword and shield… she would be victorious.
 
Her she would make her most magickal transformation of all.

Wings bent and stiff, drying from abuse.
Blooming forth, with colors of vibrancy.

A beauty so bright that God himself cried upon sight.

 Rising form the dead, the goddess did not wilt, nor crumble.
Alive with an appetite and hunger for life… she took a moment to breath.
The iron rose that protected her from harm now set her free.
Wings stretched out with pride and dignity… the queen took to the sky.


Sometimes she would return to her favorite garden, to sip nectar from his sweet embrace.
Giving thanks to the iron rose who had provided safety during her time of growth.
Yet she was no longer bound to his cage, and she would always fly free.
Knowing that no force in the universe could clip her wings.


Not even God can stop her now.


-Soren Johnsen
 
 
 
 
 

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Tinkerbell leaves home

Tinkerbell leaves home

We met in the land of make believe, together we traveled across the seven seas.
My heart and soul set free from responsibility, and all things tethered to reality.
My wings were young, my heart was old. I wanted nothing more than to be your soul…mate.


We spent years together or was it only a blink in time.
Reality slowly unraveled, as you pulled the strings of my mind.
False reality, founded upon unrealistic dreams.

Here in never ever land all is not what it seems.


Bound to fantasy we danced in the wild.
Youthful bliss, the insanity of a child.
My heart sought the man I wanted you to be…
Yet that again was false reality… otherwise known as insanity.


You were a lost boy, forever a child at heart.
And I knew then we would eventually part.
The boy who cried wolf… I now see through the lies.
I spread my wings and took to the sky.


Fairy dust trailed under wing.
Unsure of what the real world would bring.
Leaving the boy, who refused to be a man behind.

Rebuilding my world one breath at a time.

-Soren Johnsen

Between Light & Darkness

Watered down words

Lies spoon fed to the kid.

Work, study… win big.

Watered down words.

Hand fed to the herds.

Bitter and sour.

Time wasted by the hour.

Poisoning the child’s ears.

For days, months, and years.

………

History of lies.

That the consumer buys.

Enduring the pain.

Hiding the shame… who is to blame?

Big brother and his fake news?

The 1 percent on their cruise… into space.

Race into the black.

Wish those fuckers would never come back.

………

Walk over to your mirror.

See the true villain a little clearer.

You are as much to blame.

Do not hide your shame.

Perpetuating the lies.

Telling the children of the next generation that they can save the sky.

Instead of holding our own accountability

Fuck that noise, that means taking responsibility.

-Soren Johnsen

Between light and darkness there is grey.

Fresh air

Fresh air

Rose painted fingertips, rest against your skin

Petals that do not wilt against touch… let the love in.

Feel the earth breath the skin

Breath the air, soak the magick in.

It is not a sin… to love, to heal, to restart the heart… once again.

…………………………………………

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Cherry Butt

Cherry Butt II

Cherry Butt III

P.S. Cherry Butt was delicious.

-Have a magickal day/night.