Do not stare in unbelief
Or marvel at the moment of a miracle
Rather stand in complete relief
That energy has shown itself completely
In metamorphic perfection
Metamorphic elements in pure perfection
Evolve and become the seeds
The next stage of evolution
Be not in a state of amazement
But content in each moment of the process
Disseminated, I fell in Fall
A Cascade of Amber Autumn Leaves
Rejected and Cast Away by Deep Rooted Seasoned Trees
Purged of Energy that no Longer Align
Nature's Foreboding Warning Sign.
Discarded By the Gravity, Mercurial Retrograded
I Succumbed, Physically Numbed to Embrace Transformation
Pluto deemed Necessary Shadow Self Initiation
For My Path is Destined, A Daunting Journey
Where I Confront Layers of My Soul and Fulfil My Destiny
For When Lifeless Leaves Fall From Their Hosts of Trees
In the New Luna I Shed Outdated Tendencies.
Within Chaos is Order, Scorpio's Moon Emotionally Drenched
Illusions Of Fear and Limitations Shackled and Benched
No more Tears, Isolated from Mundane Manipulators
I Reject the Noise, Choosing the Peacemakers
Hibernated in a Cocoon of Self Discovery, Secure from the Torpid Winter
Connected to the All, Yet a Solitary Snowflake, An Icy Splinter
In Winters Brutal Hold, Profound Wisdom in a Snowflake Unfold
At Home In Comfort in Pluto's Ninth Mansion
Metamorphic Recycled Soul Secured In A Celestial Tapestry of Expansion.
For the inducement of the compulsive being
the transmuting tenet of uniqueness,
the personified indebted identity
changes appearance in self-designed colour melange,
while the conjured chameleon furtively cocooned,
paints the shifting facade of deception,
as the languid life chases the transient mirage.
Out of the limelight, the clandestine colors
on the visage of made-up memory fade away,
the pallid psyche morphs mystically into
the veracity mirror of fragile actuality,
reflecting the filtered rendering of primal hues' motif
of unaltered distinctive disposition it embodied once.
The lattice of contrived perception
designs the improvised fabric of truth.
The metamorphic mind creates the deluding elements,
resonating the echo of resounding insight,
filtered by its own transformed innate screen,
completes the paradigm shift of illusive reality.
The desolate wasteland
of destitute deprivation,
traversed in tortuous trail
by my jagged life,
trying relentless
so long,
so very hard,
to flatten out
anguished angularities
of serrated mangled mind,
swirling scrunched
in the egregious
whirlpool of indignation.
Sucked into sordid abyss
of despondent delirium,
I searched out sedated
for indifferent me
the possessed passion path,
leading besotted through
the pulse of collapsed portal
to my hollow heart,
not yet filled with
the arctic mist
in prolonged dreary winter
of despondency.
The spring of yearning
came on the sly
with fervor fragrance,
drifting in furtive flutter
on the delusive wings
of transient moments,
flowing out
of the fervent flowers
of my blooming garden,
where you had flown
like a beguiled butterfly,
created the cadence
of surreal symphony,
suffusing me.
The tune harmonized
with the mesmeric music
of my longing,
enthralled emotions
danced entranced
on the ripples of rhapsody
that rolled resplendent
between you and me,
to entwine us evermore,
consecrating the cryptic concept
of metamorphic magnetism,
called love…
Zigzag criss-cross sculptured archipelago love exchange
Mountainous scapes interrupt the coastal contemplation.
Sands, like peerless pure pearls, split and spread into a dune range.
Glee and glow with gorgeous islands in scenic temptation.
Our faith is strong like igneous, and metamorphic rocks
Like our rare gems, our spiritual jewels radiate
We grow in communion with animals, fish, birds, and flocks
With rice, rhy, wheat cool weathers, our will and wish are temperate
With multiple languages, Alleluiah too is our tongue
With Baro't saya (shirt and skirt), we have our baptismal wear
Cariñosa, Tinikling, and Singkil of old and young
Unite places and people into Almighty God's heir
Amidst the posh panoramic play of cosmic wholeness
Philippines bears innately brim-filling divine fullness.
(John Day Fossil Beds, 2018)
Revisiting The Same Ground
Over and over again
I find myself returning
to the same thoughts, ideas, histories
but now with years more experience between
and years more depth
behind what were once words
so glibly recited.
Is this how we all learn,
parrots one and all, reciting
lessons, sounds, songs and jingles
until they somehow
take on meaning
filled with the substance of Life
which at every turn
fill again a little more?
Tide-like the mind moves
in cycles of night and day, wake and sleep
building layers which erode
but never really go away
layers which in time harden to stone
sedimentary then metamorphic
each supplanted by the next
in endless waves across endless generations.
And so we go
treading the same old ground
‘round and ‘round
haunted by glimpses of déjà vu
humbled by realization
we have been here before
without a clue
how blind we really are.
(10/19/23)
I look upon this lovely scene,
reflections mirrored in the stream.
A sanctuary of calm delight,
where all is safe; peaceful and bright.
I yearn to lay upon the hill,
with arms outstretched and stay real still.
To fix my gaze upon the sky,
and watch the white clouds pass me by.
I’d drift into a perfect dream,
as I surround myself with green.
With eyes now closed and for a while,
let tranquil beauty me beguile.
No thoughts disturb my peaceful time,
this newfound freedom will be mine.
My cares and worries drift on by,
my soul replenished as I lie.
My body with the earth as one,
a new beginning has begun.
I’ll cast aside my outer shell,
and build my inner strength as well.
Just like a butterfly I’ll change,
a metamorphic re-arrange.
The rebirth of myself I will,
emerge renewed to feel the thrill.
Arise refreshed and with a smile,
I’d sit and ponder for a while.
About this place that I have found -
it’s solitude, without a sound.
No greater gift I could not find,
this captured memory in my mind.
A glimpse of heaven I have seen,
while lying on the hill of green.
Oh great Devone is Standing in the sky wearing a belt of stars encompassing his acetabulofemoral. Dichromatic eyes in which one is a black hole and the other a sun. A menage of gods that reside in a flying lighthouse designed by men with heads of ants and symbols written all over their bodies. The children of Devone who were moths with heads of alligators metamorphic to an elfish angel of doom.
curlicues perhaps
the Catholic nun
wouldn’t let me engage
in penmanship shape
“shape up, sit straight!!”
yet the ancients
would whirligig
with their featherings
fill up the page
with their zorro-like signature
tap-tap-tap
the teacher’s brought me back
to life, to engage
in this ((yawn)) bor…ing
admonish the swording
don’t let me squander her time
keep in step with the four wall attack
windows of daydreams grow black
march march march
in two straight Madeline-s
the feather tickles my digits
my mind metamorphic
the rhymes fantastic
tap-tap-tap
this time near my ear
the fearsome whip
that steers me
into correction
dear nun’s satisfaction
i’ll get an A
in penmanship
but conduct -
can’t shut me up
Lost in a wistful arbor, where malaise blooms,
Mists flower in hypnotic bleak violet dusks
Shades of brooding melancholy
Bruise my treasured bouquets of dreams
And plod through ponderous mists
In metamorphic doldrums
Cold inertia spirals into lamentations,
Midnights drugged with stupor
Lean heavy on my homeless hermit heart
In withering labyrinths of tangled voices,
Atonal buds of plaintive paeans,
When pensive lethargy pierces dawn.
My rose, in apathy, sees no reason to bloom
As shades of gloom birth shadow seasons
And pale fretting’s unbroken gaze dulls dawn’s hues
Clouds of sighs ravish new shoots
Born in sweet trances of possibility -
Each breath a tedious indecision wrapped in enigma.
Dullness shrouds each new growth in greyness
A slow march into inertia’s bower of cathexis.
For the maneuvered inducement of compulsive being,
the transmuting tenet of uniqueness,
the personified indented identity,
changes in the self-devised palette of color mélange,
while the conjured chameleon furtively cocooned
paints the shifting façade of deceptiion.
In the ostensible enactment of life’s amazing drama,
performance perfected in one-act play,
and with the obsession of passion ostensible,
gilding the consequence crafted by metamorphic alchemy,
the surreptitious shift from one actor to another,
is an axiomatic designed drive.
Out of the limelight, the clandestine colors fade
on the visage of the virtual makeup,
the pallid original face morphs mystically into
the veracity mirror of fragile actuality,
reflecting the real rendering of shape rinsed with primal hue
of the unaltered distinctive disposition it embodied once.
The spasm of contrived perception splits the mirror,
the shapeless shards of shattered pretence
scatter as discarded debris abandoned.
Metamorphosis creates the deluding creature,
an alien in its own transformed domain,
completes the contrasting paradigm of illusive shape shift.
Dying to be free,
A fish leaped out of its bowl
And became lifeless:-
Cocooned black worms hang;
Strange metamorphic justice–
Butterflies soar free…
Decay demanded eggs…
Chalk-colored maggots complied–
Hued flies flew away:-
Caged birds sing the blues
After watching a free fish
Flying from its bowl:-
In the manipulated incentive of compulsive being
The transmuting concept of uniqueness called color
Changes in the self-devised palette of color mélange
While conjured chameleon shapes the human entity.
In the ostensible performance of life’s amazing drama
Enactments perfected with the obsession of passion
Aureate the sequel created by metamorphic alchemy
The shift from one actor to another is a designed motive.
Out of spotlight the colors melt on the visage of the self
The unmade-up face turns into truthful mirror of actuality
Reflecting the real definition of shape with pristine hues
Of unaltered identity of innocence it embodied once.
When spasm of contrived discernment breaks the mirror
The shards of shattered facade splatter as discarded debris
Shapeshifting creates deluding creature creeping as chameleon
And completes the compulsive act of shape metamorphosis.
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May 10, 2022
Contest : Shapeshifters And Shapeshifting
Sponsored by : Anthony Biaanco
I know the difference
between cooperatively intended sympathy
and solidarity of empathy
more easily articulated
by identifying sympathy's antithesis
as dissociation.
Sympathetic feelings
may be captured by:
Twinkle twinkle
little star
how I wonder what you are
from afar
As co-empathic compassion by:
Twinkle twinkle
big bright star
now I see just who we are,
new enlightening depths
mutually ajar.
Like the difference
between ***********
and regenerative
sexual ecology,
Asking for a thesaurus
for synonym wealthy choices
does not help
if my standard of healthy success
hopes to spin and weave
a co-arising dipolar chorus
Lyricizing analogies between theoretical God
and experiential Love
inviting our polyphonic
evolving metaphoric
spirit sympathetic
for EarthTribe's polypathic
healing reeling
revolving metamorphic
wealthy rocking
nature co-empathetic
Enough to know the difference
between cooperatively intended sympathy
and solidarity of empathy
more fluidly articulate
separating sympathy's antithesis
as silent
and neglected disassociations.
breaking a new idea wide open
dazzling myself with anticipation of possibilities
futuristic particles of hope pour into my soul
I anticipate a metamorphic change
I am transmogrified into a new me
as I let her take up residence in my brain
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