Grace

Lengthening the vision from soul to spirit

In eternal gratitude touch permeates

All things ingratiating and forever

The vessel that houses our soul will march on

In tune inwardly familiarized with breath

Of a warm complexion, courage of my life

Force resolute, devoted fidelity

Love, love,love, oh my delighted rapture, love

All doors lead to the center of our heart’s core

Swirling colors bringing reverent voices

Thankful to the Father that gives us our depth

I wrote this poem and I felt led to share it with this particular audience. I’m just trying to go with the flow.

Thank you for reading,
Lisa

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Tending The Future

The future steps in, wide gait mesmerizing

Will our people be met with grace

The starving tide of the greedy hand

Or a safe-house, built-in love to give

 

If it be that greed does seed upon our dreams,

Make no mistake, swords in hand we will stand

A love can enfold to have and to hold or even yet

A rage can wash away every slave owner’s wish

 

We can be one power, standing against a past

The one of shackles and locks to be bound

Every penny aside, embracing life’s bliss

Starving the governors, ignore their duress

Stating the clue, saving grace to the elite

The last time we sit, watching it go down

Our work far from the politics obscene

Artisans who know the difference between

 

Puppet masters may dance on man-made strings

Strings that will be cut with a slash and a ring

Hear the next generation’s warnings true

Embrace our open arms or be cut down, no remorse

– Johnny and Lisa Ojanpera

Wildfire

Hi Everyone,

The lovely Anne – Marie read one of my poems and asked me if I would like to feature it on here on her blog to which I replied of course I will! It’s a bit funny to me because I actually wrote this piece as an emotional vomit. Yay for expressing rage! Anyway I hope you like it.

Lisa

 

 

Woman of the fire

She stands in the spotlight faint hearted
The saboteur waits in shadows
She sings of truth and beauty
She wants her silenced now
A voice gets reduced
The knife slides in
She stops all
Partners
None
Consumed
Hums alone
Inhales, exhales
Tests her feet in dance
Weds the heavenly choir
Raises the curtain to love
Remembers the assault of hate
Stays on hold patiently by the fire

“Some women are lost in the fire. Some women are built from it.”

A Touch

Your lulling touch left me waiting for more
As the beggar longs for warmth within
Have me back in your gaze tonight
Seeing through my shallow heart
Live inside my pained eyes
Silence my hunger
Touch me again
My request
Is you
Us
We are
Me in you
Our souls imbued
Intertwining dance
Caressing your heart; feel
Melding heavenly essence
The howl of nature’s decadence
Rising through desirous ecstacy

~Johnny and Lisa Ojanpera

Underground Energy

Hi Scottishmomus Readers,

 

   My name is Lisa. I run a blog land called Underground Energy and I am the next  guest to post in the land of Anne-Marie. In my land, we discuss life in general and  in depth, sideways and from the bird’s eye view; even upside down. I’m married  to Johnny Ojanpera, so many times our blogs overlap. Sometimes, it’s even funny,  as we each run a “secret” tabloid on the other.

 

Anyway, I was in deep thought today and my mind did some pond wandering to  wolf packs, which got me to thinking about the people I hang out with, or my  wolf pack. Because in my land we are all wolves. You see, my wolf pack is a pack  of lone wolves. Yes, you heard me correctly. We are indeed a pack of lone wolves.  For some reason or other, each of us has had to take a path that has been pretty  isolated.

So, when the Hopi elder gave the advice that everyone should have a pack, we did the only thing lone wolves could do. We started a pack of lone wolves. We had some issues to work out. Negotiations that we had to naturally come to terms with over such a suggestion of being part of a pack. It was rather absurd at first. We actually enjoy being in silence, alone, together. Yes, alone together, that is the simplest way to describe it.

 

I think the hardest part of being in our wolf pack is setting a pace that is good for everyone, but eventually we come to terms and then we are a well oiled machine.

 

Oh, we also write fiction, poetry, novels,op-eds, the occasionally conspiracy theory, bitch about the world’s problems, mental problems, pretend to portal to other worlds, draw, paint, write music, sing, dance, laugh, take photographs with the occasional photo war, raise children and have animals as friends. Oh!, and we have a weekly music theme.

 

Disclaimer: Sometimes the trees are upside down in our world. Writers, I swear, always coming up with shit that isn’t there. 😉

 

Thank you,

Lisa Ojanpera

“Coming together is a beginning;
keeping together is progress;
working together is success.”

Thank you,

Purplerays

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