River of Cosmos
Colors bloom before the eyes, eroded by time.
Fabricated memories of illusion paint pictures of beauty.
Drifting down the rivers of the past.
Treasured moments.
Lost treasures.
Painted silhouettes of vibration of auras.
Bloom forth imagination where once there was vacancy.
Spirals of cosmic mystery unravel thought.
Treasured moments.
Moments remembered.
A breath of fresh air…
stop…breathe.
Take in the moment.
Ignore the eyes.
The stair of the crowd.
Hatred…
For the heartless mother fuckers who stand before you.
Still they stare.
Their eyes forever burning into your soul.
You can feel their anticipation building.
The tension thickens with every breath you take.
Exhaling…
You close your eyes.
Heart pounding.
Palms sweating.
The moment is yours.
You cough…
They stare.
Eyes still burning.
They wait, anticipating your next move.
The moment is still yours.
Fear…
It is the one you trained for.
The moment you have waited your entire life to embrace.
Your moment.
Your life.
You are:
Scared…
Happy…
Angry…
Sad…
Your hands are trembling, yet your voice is steady…
You breathe…
Take a deep breath.
Embrace your moment.
Your calling.
Your voice.
Hidden for so long…
Suppressed by society.
Bound no longer by its chains.
You are free to speak your mind.
Words flow freely.
They watch in silence…
But you will be silenced no longer.
Free from your cage you are centered on stage, raged…
Still they stair yet you no longer care.
You have found your voice.
Now unstoppable…
Your moment lives forever on.
The fear continues.
Your heart pounding.
Palms still sweating.
Your voice carries on…
Immortalized.
The crowd begins to cheer.
Your hatred has turned to joy.
The moment is yours.
Exhaling you deeply breathe…
For you have found your voice.
The voice of the people.
The many, the few, the one.
A voice to call your own.
-Soren J. Johnsen
Throne of lies
Patriotic white males sit upon his throne of lies.
Gluttony and greed embellishing their egos.
Words of propaganda spewing from rambled mouths of insanity.
Dismantling the lives of all who threaten their ego.
Dominating all who dare to take a stand.
Inciting madness with their rants of hate… fueled by ignorance.
The male ego engulfs.
Control he must have control…
The loop of abuse continues as the noose around his victims tightens.
Watching from their throne the men laugh in triumph…
Pulling at the thread of democracy… watching freedom unravel.
Life is a game of chance and he holds all the cards…
Laughing all the while.
Bluffing with a smile.
The ego must maintain control.
Smiting the voice of the oppressed.
Hearing not the voice of his people, they speak not his language.
Words mean nothing unless the they stroke the ego.
Mocking all those who oppose his will.
The tyrant sits upon his throne of lies.
Insta Story Episode 5
Embrace
Open your eyes.
Change is in the air. A sent upon the breeze, hope drifting upon the winds of eternity. Leaves turn fires of the season. Smoke billowing from the chimneys of the warm as the witch no longer hides embracing the comfort of the magick.
5.2
Oblivious
Open your eyes.
Do you see beyond your own sight? Do you see past the bubble of your creation that is your world? Eyes open for those who wish to see… witnessing the existence of the materialistic mannerism of humanity. Eyes closed the blind forever walking amongst the waking world in a state of perpetual dream.
Naked the body is but raw beauty
Love
Sadness
Emotions bleed forth as I weep in natural form…
Exposed raw to the world standing alone
Always alone…
Love is but sadness…
Beautiful sadness…
Here I stand in all my beauty…
my soul exposed… naked to the world
Rage
Residual retaliation
Resonating rigorous rivalry
Rapidly riveting rocky rifts
Remorse renewing rejoice restful rejuvenation
Residing rampage reviving respect regrown resurrected
