Have you ever thought
That those sprinkled words
You once left
On your personal notes
Are just heavy memories
Wishing to be brought
To the surface?
They swirl mid air
In your dusty wooden workshop
Wishing for you
To purge them
To alchemize them
To transmute the black matter
Into pure light
Into sparkles and delight
No matter
How relentless they are
To how many treacherous lands
They’ve taken us so far
The message of hope for us all
Is: “May we always find
Bravery, Space and Time
To tame the chimeras
That wander freely in our minds
Bring them to our side
And dance in unison
With the utmost delight.”
Bright midsummer heat
ignites the vibrant
kaleidoscope, blending
cerulean cascades and
magenta splendors beneath
incandescent skies.
THE CHROMATIC SOLSTICE
Beneath the resplendent
architecture of July,
We unfurl the convoluted
fabric of our dreams,
Immersed in an effervescent
alchemy,
Where cerulean cascades
and magenta splendors
gleam.
With meticulous constriction
and chromatic grace,
We subjugate the pristine
cotton's stark expanse,
Applying pigment in a
labyrinthine embrace,
A kaleidoscopic,
psychedelic, sunlit trance.
The solar zenith acts as our
alchemical fire,
Fixating hues within the
cellulose domain,
A symphony of shades, a
visual choir,
Untied and resurrected from
the dye- bath's stain.
I spoke to silence once; it became my interlocutor—
in an incongruous sunset, January:
gold transmuting to red, saffron-orange
then to violet
the color grief contracts to
pressed through winter's
alchemical
sieve—
the colour that comes before silence.
Loneliness is pigmented.
Sky renders loss—light waning.
grey restless sleep
.
she'z
just
that
pretty
she'z
calm
melodious
aromatic
she'z
amorous
tenderly
amorous
she'z
mine elixir
eve
*elixir; originally, it referred to the alchemical
philosopher's stone for curing all ills and
prolonging life.
A line like serpent coiled round the saltpeter cart
Hoping to purchase health and healing, or
Gunfire spark
The merchant—a vendor of virtue, or vice
His ware—white wonder of alchemical craft
A dance of light and dark
He brokers that which bridges life and death
The sales of arms then sent for alms
Betwixt his quiet, a question mark
Everything I see,
Built by the same Atoms as me.
All vibrating differently,
Knowing exactly where to be.
Density shows the Identity,
Performing for its entity.
Even playing the enemy,
Atoms run the Academy.
The school of physicality,
Duality the hardest course.
Learning to balance the force,
Getting back on the horse.
You are Source energy,
Atoms and electricity.
Forming your entity,
It's Alchemical mastery.
A magnet in theory,
Appearing to be real.
Atoms that can feel,
Creating their own field.
A power you can wield,
Keep your eyes peeled,
As truth is revealed.
Like unwilling alchemy,
A forceful transmutation,
Tragedy to sanity -
Through sudden abnegation.
With fluid emotions -
The mixing of potions -
Alchemical abjuration.
Everything I see,
Built by the same Atoms as me.
All vibrating differently,
Knowing exactly where to be.
Density shows the Identity,
Performing for its entity.
Even playing the enemy,
Atoms run the Academy.
The school of physicality,
Duality the hardest course.
Learning to balance the force,
Getting back on the horse.
You are Source energy,
Atoms and electricity.
Forming your entity,
It's Alchemical mastery.
A magnet in theory,
Appearing to be real.
Atoms that can feel,
Creating their own field.
A power you can wield,
Keep your eyes peeled,
As truth is revealed.
Onto all matter in me that matters
Fixed and incorporated need be
The nature of the universal spirit
For only then can I become
The rock that melts not in molten lava
Having gone through fruitful willful sacrifices
And innumerable sublimations
Of heart and soul at the core
Thus the purest and highest form of fire
Must unequivocally be acquired
Through the valleys of shadow where longing enthrones its reign,
I have come to you, in search of the elixir of forgetfulness' gain,
Heart healer, mend my suffering with a phoneme's mend,
Banish the storm of feelings, that prison of mourning without end.
At your altar of blood and crystal, I have taken my vow,
Please offer me a mystical potion, or a talisman time does not allow,
To freeze my feelings, to heal my wounds profound,
With your alchemy, unbind my heart from this silent tune's bound.
Caressed by the weeping moon and the wind that whispers the night's secret core,
My heart prays for a transmutation, a transformation to soar,
Change my blood with ambrosia, cleanse my memory so sore,
To forget the amorous dance of the stars, and the dawn's grieving lore.
Beneath your alchemical shield, with all your divine tools,
Remove me from the obsession of love, and encase my soul in crystal's pools,
So that never again shall I feel those wandering butterflies' cruel schools,
And thus, with an immune heart, may I renew like a phoenix, reborn from pain's ashes, abides by no rules.
Soul's creative power bursts forth with joy
Divine consciousness within is aflame
Hardly the time to be demure or coy
Vivifying presence aim of the game
Cave of heart is open, we go therein
Dancing to the rhythm of the universe
Fire alchemical transmutes nodes within
Singing love's verse without need to rehearse
Head and heart hand in glove, heart oozes love
The three fold flame of Christ within us grows
Innocence imbibes blessings from above
Sailing blissfully in the boat God rows
Pheromones mingle, we follow the scent ~
Granting love consent, assures soul's ascent
10-December-2022
Follow The Fire Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Love Inclinations
endearment
deep affection
strong feelings reactions
human emotions alchemical reactions
Adoration
6/11/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
CINQUAIN
On the shoulders of avid days
I stride on its lips with a pot made of clays
Inquest of fecund fields to preen what pays
Both the days we suture its coral rays
And days its name wears mystery
I schooled forth lapping the mile’s misery:
Worries a spoon, jester a stew, despair a rice dished miserly
Murdered hopes, spices; yet I slide, no furry.
At time when exiled felicity
Staked in self stalk new sari
Leaning against the old plea.
And lethal tears oozing breathlessly frosting his solitary balcony.
A wolf bane singing the songs of angel
Orchestrated alchemical lyrics, in it fell
O! Withers of pain, lend me your domain, let me dwell
O! I said, are you not wolf bane, won’t there be tale
O! I’m, recharge your crockeries of trust in my smell
A wolf’s bane she was indeed
Listening to her lusty lyrics in refined
Harem’s tone, then I pigeonholed.
As the suns fell on the shrubs, as dews condescended
As the soil becomes wealthily fending
A moon in me suffers seizure and my dog died frothing
Then I was awakened to knowing anon
That there are good flowers and there are poisonous one
The alchemical process,
all around us, it is Gods self-expression;
we call it, “creation: but He transmutes...
his spirits into every soul.
God’s breath filling souls;
changing dust and water into planets;
humans, the animals, fish, insects; all fused dust, air,
fire, water; transmutation at its finest.
The magic, miracles of sacred geometry
unfolding within universes.
We humans deem it science, physics but
it’s beyond that; “Mega-meta-physics”!
We say we can’t see God; we can,
people just open your eyes!
A sapphire spark
and alchemical light
floods my brain;
indigo wings fluttering
among the irises
draw faeries from their lair;
they flit throughout
the garden,
stirring turquoise
nectar...bee treats.
Cobalt rust
explodes from a tiny bud;
ultramarine poppies,
with blue-hued
fanned flames,
dance in the
azure light.
Exhilarating
light-flare of
teal and white rays;
purple irises
among the
bluebells.
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