Sugar Dissolving

Time is a flame going out.


Confirmations,
I tie in knots and tell myself 

wait.


Cupping hands,
Crashing waves
Another day to place the pain away

I want to reappear from this void.


From here, I only see.
I only feel, but not where spirit wishes me to be.


Confirmations,
I tie in knots.

Lost in this moment.
Lost in time.
Vanishing out in the streets.


Tops of daisies floating the gutters,
fluttering.
Get, get,
Give, get.
Yeah, lucky got lucky.
Dreams hang and dangle.

Stay my stay as I find a way 

to crack the code to the place spirit knows.



© 12-June-2014 Sonja J. Johnston

Gorgon.

She follows you with eyes of a Gorgon.
Stonewalling life as you know it.
She sends me poodle tails
and acts like a baby without her candy.

Anxious for the pleasure in the manipulated
stones thrown.

Someday, she will turn herself to stone.

© July 15, 2014 Sonja J. Johnston

There Are Always Victims

Put it on the table.
Chop it on down.
Pull out the seeds.
This is what you've found.

I'm taking on your karma for what is.
Everything called normal scooped out;
leavings on the floor.
Bending back the branches till' we all fall down.

I cried this moment before I knew.
I prayed it wouldn't be me.

How must we explain these walls we've built with victims inside?
Time may kill me first for your burdens I approved.
This was never my dance, but naked we show the flesh.

Tapping into the fruit; taking the seeds.
See me bleed in this and I will take your karma away.

© 13-July-2014 Sonja J. Johnston

Color Me In

Rolling under the complications of the routine.
My heart is in ill repair.
I lose sight of the light.
There is a shortage of paints.
My colors have been swiped and I’m left in black and white.

I’m not so good at smoke signals.
The gun will get triggered if the hour gets too late.
Stuffing a dream not yet awake.
Your conflict calls from where it wants to stand but can’t.
I am in between a flicker in a storm.

I’ve thrown away my fire, but haven’t given up.
All is clear and all is shadowed.
Please unpack this soul from its hiding place;
rolled under the complications of the routine.

This is that game you know in black and white.
The dice you roll are in play.
Drive into the night.

I stay away and burn with the odd closeness the distance brings.
My tired eyes disengage.

It is quite a bruising we have taken
for the sake of the light
we were set to discover.

Rolling under, rolling under,
Please unpack this soul from its hiding place.

© 30 June-2014 Sonja J. Johnston

Void

Ancillary, so full of every moment.
All moments touch the void.
It is in everything.
I am ink on vellum.
Shells around the neck and tears everywhere.

© 10-June-2014 Sonja J. Johnston