Crystals.
Follows its own shapes and lines.
Explodes like text messages about food and friends.
Heavily guarded.
Everyone knows the rare metals.
Not by name, just by the shine.
Like vampire shine.
Random uncrystalized feelings.
End up in the dumpster that’s only my own stuff.
Rare metals.
It’s not gold out there.
It’s just eternal space ships.
Follows its own shapes and lines.
Confuses itself into nothing.
Crystal shaped stuff.
Filled treasure chests feeling glazed over.
Thoughts bubbles crystalized.
Not so rare after all.
Stuff from caves and mines.
Belonged to me all along.
Carving out stuff for me to take home.
Never made it.
I feel so vitalized, stylized, unanalyzed.
Eclectic, electric, not hectic!
My cells are atomized, crystalized, uncompromised.
Eccentric, ecstatic, not skeptic!
My mind's been mesmerized, civilized, unprivatized.
Fantastic, elastic, not plastic!
Cuz I have level eyes, country sized, unrealized.
Authentic, romantic, not manic!
...Or, maybe I'm just a little bit bombastic?
crystalized dew beads of rainbow-like colors sparkling on grass tips
Red Slime: must you disguise your worth
aren't you treasure
which Mica and quarts
sand and gold
Aren't you tresure
that a torch should solitify
you into a crystalized anomlly
aren't as much tresure as gold itself
nitrate and phosfate
the seperation of a wayer soaked claim
Mica Schits introduced me to
the Grayish Gold ore one desires
Ultramatic, tuff the stones of a sandy
panning area
Feldspar! Feldspar and Garnet!
then were are your tresures
Mr. Mica Schits Feldspar
Ore Miss
Mica Schits Feldspar
On the Clock
Glassy pearl adorn bare , emerald green
Ash cloud the earth
Crystalized structures fall
Awakening gray and dull
Elastic boughs regain foliage
The fresh chirp of nestlings
Slowly decline
As mother works on the clock
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
08/05/2024
Foliage
crystalized snowflakes
gently covering bare ground
snow globe memory
Contemplative bliss communes with the serene,
into the spirit of the placid marine crystalized in my mind.
As the sun’s reflection spreads glitter upon its open sea,
throngs milling to the melodious tunes of the guitar.
Strumming troubadour, slim and rangy toe headed youth
grins modestly as his tip jar fills welcoming spared bills
And to the sounds of the seagulls
gleeful squawk, soaring through the azure.
Beyond the pier the magician plies his trade,
tricks which awe and stun
the enthusiastic crowds gathered about.
And what lovely crowds willing, mellifluous, madrigal,
thoughtful, kind, and respectful.
Smiles abound as though the world conspires for a pleasant mood.
I inhale the familiar primordial sea air’s briny scent.
I take pause to ponder gazing out onto the vast ocean’s expanse.
How much longer can I bare this aching fulfillment
as I anxiously transpose these images and feelings
into meriting words.
A man-made lake,
The surface shimmers like glitter in the sun,
Idyllic surroundings boast of trees and grass,
The water is clear, crystalized with perfect visibility.
A near-perfect replica indistinguishable from a distance,
Only when you draw closer can you see its imperfections.
The water is shimmering but, with vanity and filter,
The trees and grass are hiding violence, hate and the death of culture,
The lakebed is a window into humanity’s desire
The simultaneous picture of perfect beauty and of fire.
To auto-generate your surroundings is to live a second life,
One by choice and by addiction designed for fight or flight,
Using our impulses against us to conquer and divide,
Protecting us from thoughts coming ‘from the other side’
This illusion of a safety net draws us into harms way,
Learning our behaviors, our triggers and politics
As we feed it everyday
Never before has it been more relevant to question our free will,
Is it us or the machines that are ordering us to kill?
I will never be ready even though you signal your leaving
I foolishly keep the bright days since so much yet needs sharing
of long partings after our intense then rare meetings
of wild childhood stories and unfathomable blur future waiting
nowhere we could ever imagine even truly existing.
The beauty of the freely crystalized future has then come true
with your unchanging care and simple soul in skillful gesture of true blue.
You know I love you so much even in my silence
I know you’re now gone, but forever unforgotten,
Wishing you were here, silently cheer our encounters often
even if I know much of your pain and sometimes helplessness stands
in the face of bitter destiny, we all struggle to walk away, to just be gone.
But we can’t lie that time to bodily part will come anon, perhaps this afternoon breeze
just in time to forget our worries, but to thankfully remember our sweet memories
of how much I love you…
And I will always do
in the deep ocean of true blue.
(28 October 2022)
the man who from the waist down his human body forms a cricket-like appearance ethereal was in his esoteric knowledge his draping cloak. waving in the white voids winds of change. the pleating cloak opens the doors returning the crystalized boats gone from Bermuda as its eyes see all that is and potentially could. out of it with the comatose human tongues tied in flames. it comes to the bleeding queen, the shrimp that folds rainbows, the door within the cow's mouth, the beast's bladder. it is yugash he is hungry but also comes with open limbs.
in the backwash of my mind
memories still legible
sunken crystalized in sands
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Spirals of dazzling lights stars dance in rythmic patterns Laughing gaily
to the world Vortex of wonderous possibilities shining beams rainbows
of brilliance water reflecting in crystalized seldom trees lush with life
as the water smiles to the world saying embrace everything and everyone
then see what its all worth the buildings faces down below were as pale as
the moon as this revelation was strewn through my thoughts keeping pace
from here as Im sure they are up there singing without a care getting lost
in the beyond that lirks underneath almost everything everywhere Im sure..
Spinning around in your brain and forgetting all your unspeakable pain because
in this moment nothing else matters but the reflection of the stars on the deep
mysterious water and the crickets singing you to sleep in this vast world your heart a million miles away but still you cant help but be amazed by it all
Your life in a bowl
All weighed and measured by time
Interpreted by your soul
Soul dipped on a shoal
Crystalized and embedded
Where new life grows and evolves
Who is the master in this frivolous farm?
Crystalized chaos should cause some alarm.
Irrational ideas with no common ground,
Stifled by silence and its deafening sound.
Superior smirking with falsified pride,
Deceit of the rule book, which we must abide.
Glorified garbage, manipulation intact,
Forces at work amid the attack.
Crippling calmness disguising the deed,
Menacing caution that one must concede.
All-encompassing threats from the master at hand,
Conforming to pressure with repeated demand.
Ready to enter, the sheep tightly packed,
Pledging assurance, the odds are well stacked.
Damned are the stock with nowhere to go,
Just a floundering farmer with a poor cattle show.
03/07/2022
Keeper of the Flame
Edward Ibeh
winters fallen chandeliers
lying on the ground as diamonds
deadly serious on the freeway
crystalized, icy and dangerous
delivered by Jack Frost
cold smooth glass
magic of winter
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