The Catalyst: VIII
“I’m a blind man in a dark room and I’m searching for that black cat. I gotta move before he moves, cause I think he’s crossed my every path.” The words were […]
Category Archives: Johnathan Schofield
Yuletide Chimes
Listen. Can you hear the little bells? Can you hear them in the distance? Hear them sing with such persistence, As this pain within me wells. Like a box of tiny […]
To War With the Angel
With red hot aggression that surges within I engage you to fight you and struggle to win So here in the valley let chaos begin! I challenge your nature to […]
Christmas Bells
Ring, ting, ting, ting Ring, ting, ting, ting Ding, Ring, ting, ting, ting Dong Ring, ting, ting, ting Ding Ring, ting, ting, ting Dong – Hear the subtle sound of […]
WHY
I’m a little bit jaded Cause what I’ve created I think would be worth your time. But you’ll never see it, Cause would you believe it? I haven’t got a […]
The Catalyst: Part VII
First Blood There is a moment in the midst of extreme tension when your faculties are so focused, that sensation is simply a thing that happens – it is not […]
Dance, Puppets, Dance!
Dance, Puppets, Dance! You think that you think, but you drink misdirection You blink on the brink, and you move with perfection Each subtle suggestion, a lasting impression Another recruit […]
One Last Dance
The little veins, like tiny river beds, sprawled symmetrically across the worn surface of the old leaf. But a season old, he had lived to the ripe age of three […]
The Catalyst: Part VI
The Prelude to First Blood Why didn’t I just turn on the lights? When I was a child, my father might send me to the basement. Perhaps to retrieve an […]
The Catalyst: Part V
Abra-Cadaver This had been, hands down, one of the worst days of my life. One moment I’m off the coast of Canada in the Boundary Waters of the North Atlantic working […]
Rhyme Written In Red 