Cracked Glass

Cracked glass

I lived with you in a world of false reality.

All because I took your hand.

Together we rode upon your broken wings as you swept me away to never ever land.

The glass cracked, and reality bled through.

…….

I opened my eyes, and I was alone… and had been so all along.

Fear, betrayal, bitterness and of course contempt.

These emotions are dark as the night, and they poisoned my soul.

…….

Sick, desperate, and festering with fear I ventured into the depths of hell.

Down beneath the ground, where the flames burn hot, I saw his face.

The devil, like you my dear promised me lies.

With my remaining strength I punched the devil in the face and stabbed him in his darkened heart.

I swore that day to never fall for such temptation again.

…….

Growing up is part of life, some say the most painful part of all.

I want to say it happens to everyone, but that too is a delusion.

Many like I run away to never ever land where youth is eternally sipped from a goblet of false dreams.

There is a price tag for such is insanity so drink it wisely or perhaps it is better not to not indulge at all.

-Soren Johhsen

Internal Thoughts

Internal thoughts

Doing your work is messy.
It’s not for the faint of heart.
Fluids are everywhere.
Tears and sweat.
But it’s worth the pain.
The rehashing of the scars and resetting of the bones.
In order to heal.

More thinking…

Some days are better than others.
It is not all grey clouds.
What has helped me is appreciation.
Morning ritual.
Cognitive behavior to retrain the insane of the brain.
Most of the time if I can keep this train of thought the cloud of grey comes to pass within a few minuets.
Life goes on.

Last thought before put the pen down, and this one is really important.

The things people don’t really talk about and keep buried in that little black box… those are the most important mementos of growth.

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.

…………………………………………

Mimosa Tree

Mimosa Tree II

Cherry Butt

Cherry Butt II

Cherry Butt III

P.S. Cherry Butt was delicious.

-Have a magickal day/night.