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when the plug is pulled
some of us will drain
others remain tethered
left contorting in pain
I wonder in earnest
how else we adhere
there are clues in the dirt
and the dead stares of the deer
white space in the sky
promised us room
but all spaces are full
so we wait in our tombs
the dogs persist milking
their devilish deeds
whilst salvation diminishes
due to miniaturised steeds
there are cages and castles
a whole skyscaped procession
but I'm too deeply entrenched
for detour or digression
out on the lawn
(in the absence of storms)
the answers are spelled out
in finely topiarised forms
with brushing and patience
I untangle and re-knot my tresses
to wear in plain sight
my shielding headdresses
I do cast a shadow
not all of us do
though the odds are against me
and my chances are few
transmutation circled
yet I still toe the line
persisting inexplicably
in search of my kind
I cannot be hurried
though birds fall and are sinking
please do not disturb me
I'm thinking, I'm thinking
I idle alone
draped in assorted skins
I'd lay bear traps for thoughts
rather than welcome them in
I trust in the safety
of being part of the herd
a friesian pelt promises
reality is deferred
mapped from this spot
is a three-step transition
stand, fall then rot
I won't break with tradition
there must be logic
to aciniform wrapping
I'd figure it out
but I'm too peaceful napping
TRANSMUTATION
I never considered transmutation
Yet things look so different today
Now reflecting an altered view
Demanding serious contemplation
Some radical change is underway
Feeling I’m something really new
Genetics affected by perturbation
I’m almost an alien form, in a way
So to my original identity, adieu
And for most others, a fascination
Flesh and blood, and part electronic
My nerves connect a different way
I feel alive and very strong, it’s true
Because parts of me are now bionic
Such rapid evolution one must obey
As a new species, were are very few
The way it happened is quite ironic
A new TV series, what could I say
To play an astronaut and a hero too
Six million dollars makes me iconic
The bee knows to find pollens;
the spider, to bridge a gorge—
driven, as in the blood.
Stream follows a slope
and locates the sea
in a rustling meander,
gathering moss, throwing up gloss.
None can stymie the racing sun,
or slow the course
that providence set
till decked with a garland
of purple rose.
It's in the blood;
in a genetic transmutation
wrought by the ageless hand
that sculptured and hungq
floating moon and winking stars.
The sun cuts through dense jungle,
drills a way in pitch darkness;
he sucks honey from rock,
draws the fury of fleas in the lea.
Cry against his blazing rays,
the scotching heat,
but hug the warmth lest
winter whines while summer
flees for lack of spring.
© 2017 Celestine Ikwuamaesi
Relying on thought as a crutch,
insentient to bliss beat’s touch,
no wonder we feel incomplete,
so perhaps it’s time to declutch.
Instinct driven patterns repeat,
without feeling magnetic heat,
as grace of God, divine sublime,
birthing bliss that does not deplete.
If Jacob’s ladder we would climb,
poised in silence, marking not time,
as pure awareness self-aware,
our presence conjures a love rhyme.
Melding head with heart, as they pair,
save joy, we’ve nothing to declare,
mind rests and with no dots to join,
cravings of ego we outstare.
Soul and God, as they so conjoin,
wisdom of sages we purloin,
that in this dream life, it’s a fact,
all are one, sides of the same coin.
Forging with love and light a pact,
the God code is by us thus hacked,
that as we so metamorphose,
attachments held onto retract.
Breath by breath bliss radiance grows,
more so when we are in repose,
brightening glow of our aura,
which exudes fragrance of love’s rose.
To be twice born, baptised in the current
Dispelling forever, limitation
Truth of clear light dawns, self-luminescent
Thus enabled by God, for co-creation
First step is, fear and desire cessation
Unshackling self from ego sediment
Choosing death by mind vaporisation
To be twice born, baptised in the current
Magnetised emptiness accords consent
To the renewal of bliss ignition
Luminous self revealed, marking ascent
Dispelling forever, limitation
Through night and day, thus in meditation
Darkness recedes, light becomes apparent
Gods hands shape, our divine transmutation
Truth of clear light dawns, self-luminescent
All we do, is make ego decadent
Each node of our form, in celebration
Vibrant with bliss, our native element
Thus enabled by God, for co-creation
Plunge in the void, without hesitation
That the staff of power, be radiant
Ready for reception and transmission
Gods love and light, within ever present
To be twice born
15-May-2021
What if with no ego I awoke?
Would it be a dream? I’d have to poke
or pinch myself to know if it were true.
I guess that I would have a different view
of almost everything and everyone.
Imagine that there was a brand new dawn,
and everyone was filled with only peace
and love sublime. All wars would cease!
Is it even possible when there
is so much evil and so much despair
around us everywhere? Oh, what a dream
transmutation for the good would seem.
The way our world is now, I cannot see
conversion such as this could ever be.
In death, the veil will lift. At last we’ll know
God’s truth. Then love from every soul will flow.
{Poet’s Note : First Poem of Set of 5 SPOKEN WORD poems written in SAPPHIC STANZAS }
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{Poet’s Note : Set of 5 SPOKEN WORD poems written in SAPPHIC VERSE }
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Not to analyse when sweetly breathing sound
always Spirit first from pearl reflections nurse
action becoming transmutation spreading
healthy is happy heart
Through precision we will finally be free
overcoming obstacles of any spree
emerging Spirit onward and upward
power by degree
Perfect is this on way despite obstacles
Love looking for more fondness adoring
single purpose in Spirit length of time soaring
concentrate all time
Definite purpose or action, object defined
receive intelligence touching Transmitter
possibilities of attention startling
credible it is
Premise of Spirit is Love united, see
buy not into anything that is not Love
humans believe what they want to believe
sway in own freedom
Captivating is absorption distinguish
accomplishment can be acquired, Woman
in Spirit we are conceived, believe bliss, Sisters
_____Bliss ! we shall return ~ where to ?____!
H O M E
home
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Why I Will Always Be Alone
emptiness craving amorosity loathing darkness vintage dreams ravenous/heart gong a silent beat, shivering the desire bed empty since you left. Sex boiling with potent fire, aflame with thought another intracranial aneurysm; ganglion carbuncle inflamed headache tonight lying down before taking a pill. Open then heavily anchored, closed roped in thick tresses bountiful poppy opium smoke. Once was alive then metamorphosised a unisex transmutation: sod-asexual changeling.Come here lick me uplift me load me with your woes want to drink from your mouth a sup sip so succulent splaying my for you to suck into from, rape me with your love take it all leave now me with nothing at all, a lonesome child.***** Majora two cutaneous folds that extend downward from the mons pubis-+ Pussy — kiss me dead.
Anger breeds hate, a flame that burns so bright,
But control your anger, let love take flight.
See the difference it can make, oh so profound,
Transmutation from a lunatic to a gentleman, it's found.
Greed, oh how it controls our destiny,
Always wanting more, never feeling free.
But if wealth we had, to charity we gave,
Years of happiness to the needy we would pave.
Fear of failure, a torment we often face,
Holding us back, hindering our pace.
But let hope sprout in your heart, oh so strong,
Confidence in succeeding, it will prolong.
Pessimism, a poison that seeps into our minds,
Destroying hope and dreams, leaving us behind.
But let optimism guide you, oh so true,
To happiness and success, it will lead you.
As I sit with pen in hand, a canvas of white
A void that begs to be filled with the whispers of my heart
Each word a brushstroke, a color that takes flight
A symphony of emotions, a dance that sets us apart
The weight of ink is crushing, a burden I bear
With every line, a piece of me is laid bare
The vulnerability stings, like a winter's chill air
But still I write, for in the words, I find solace there
In the silence, I hear the echoes of my past
A chorus of memories, a melody that will forever last
Each note a thread, weaving a tapestry so vast
A story of love, of loss, of joy, of sorrow, forever cast
With every phrase, a piece of my soul takes flight
A fragment of my heart, a shard of my inner light
It's a risk, a gamble, to bare my emotions so bright
But in the words, I find a truth, a beauty that ignites
The words flow like a river, a current that's hard to tame
A force that's driven by the emotions that I cannot claim
They swirl and eddy, a whirlpool that's deep and wide
A reflection of my soul, a mirror that won't subside
In the darkness, I find the light, a spark that guides
A beacon that illuminates the path, where my heart resides
The words are a solace, a comfort that abides
A reminder that I'm not alone, that my heart is not divided
The poet's craft is a mystery, a magic that's hard to define
A alchemy of emotions, a transmutation of the heart's design
It's a dance with the unknown, a leap of faith in the dark
A trust that the words will come, and the emotions will embark
With every poem, a piece of me is left behind
A fragment of my soul, a thread of my heart's design
It's a legacy of love, a testament to the human mind
A reminder that we're not alone, that our hearts are intertwined
In the end, it's not just words, but a piece of my life
A reflection of my soul, a mirror that cuts like a knife
It's a risk, a gamble, to bare my emotions so bright
But in the words, I find a truth, a beauty that ignites.