Outtakes

I found this poem in my files.

Enjoy the magick.

Heart

Ember left to smolder within my broken heart your eternal flame still carries on…

Burning forever and always amongst the darkness, the shadows of my aching soul.

Darkness has overtaken me.

The insanity.

Your light still shines through .

Burning softly within.

Keeping me warm, keeping me safe.

From that of my tortured mind…

Am I blind?

No I can see… I can see more clearly than ever before, even though you are gone.

Never to be seen again.

Your soul stolen by god… who the fuck does he think he is.

Selfishly I curse him for you belonged to me.

And I to you.

Just us two…

Now I sit alone.

You are everywhere.

I feel you burning within my chest.

Tired… so tired, we both must rest.

You curse me.

Haunting my dreams.

There is no escaping your ghost.

Your ember left to smolder.

My world… grows colder.

Our love will burn for eternity.

Our souls intertwined for infinity.

Your flame.

My shame.

Am I insane?

Rage.

Love.

Hate.

Emotions run through my soul.

My mind pays the toll…

I light a candle in your memory. A flame that is left to dance within my shatter heart of glass

Destroyed by time, stolen by god!

I curse his name; I curse such a god…

My love for you will burn forever on.

Time carries on

Life must go on

Can I move on?

I must move on.

Rage.

Love.

Hate.

These emotions I emanate.

You incinerate… me.

The burning within my chest had come to a rest one last test…of strength.

I blow out the flame.

Such pain.

So much pain…

I know the remorse will subside.

The pain of the flame.

The ember.

Remember…

Why must I remember?

Thump… thump… beating of the heart.

Remember the hate.

Remember the love.

Remember the pain.

Remember the flame.

I remember it all…

Walking Amongst Magick

I took a walk today to clear my mind. Sometimes I love to just go out an wonder about, nature. Below is a compilation of pictures I snagged on my adventure along with a few poems.

Enjoy the Magick

Run.

Residual resin.

Raw renewed rigor.

Rampaging reverent for revenge.

Renewed Retaliation Reaching def ears.

Rain rejuvenates false hope rendering remorse.

Religion sparks Roaring righteously retaliation.

Reason renounced leaving false retribution.

Rein of power Remains.

Restraints rusted red.

Resurrecting hope.

Respect.

New Perspective

“Among the weeds.

Perspective is askew.

Enjoy the view.”

River of the universe

The winding path reveals many mysteries.

Minds enticed by entertaining fantasies.

River of the universe.

Time seems meaningless.

Wondering soul.

Alone.

American dream:

No one can hear you scream.

Within the moon beam.

The high beam.

Standing upstream.

Or Mainstream.

The musical theme, of the American dream.

 

Lullaby daydream. Radioactive beam melts your ice cream.

Scream baby scream.

Some perverts wet dream.

Pile up the whipping cream.

Face cream.

Cone that American dream.

 

Coin that dream.

Ion beam the laser beam.

Star stream… scar of the American dream.

Scream baby scream.

Dream of the dream.

Taste the ice cream.

 

Sweet peach cream.

The one true team.

That true American dream.

Scream baby scream.

And it may seem… and surly be deemed.

To be mean at the cost of another is that that of the extreme or an act of low self-esteem.

Guess the theme?

Waterway: Pipeline

Elements forged out of times embracing hands.

Cold and refreshing… anything but clean.

Rusted beauty bleeds out life.

Beautifully refreshing new life.

Rusted by time.

Draining away.

Forgotten.

Reminiscing over memories of a past life

Remembering that when the lights are out it is less dangerous.

Fragmented time that like rust never sleeps.

Blurred beauty beautiful brilliant bright blissful sparkles before me.

Berating breathing beings bathing painted shadows.

Caught amongst the gravity of magick.

You watched me and I you.

Universal curiosity shared between, all three.

Between darkness and light lies the grey.

Broken wings of sorrow.

Sinking in the wind.

Fly feebly through darkness.

Seeking light, straying flight.

Diverging into the grey.

 

River of Cosmos

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.


The Anxious Mind 

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

Empowerment…

Throne of Lies

Ashtray II

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.

Embrace/Oblivious

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.

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Feathered Friends

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