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Nibiru
06-27-2011, 07:09 PM
Feel free to post your own poetry in this thread if you wish...

Here's something I was inspired to write while exploring an altered-state.

Mental Chains

-You've got mail, straight from hell,
From behind the veil, where inner-demons dwell.
Just ask an angel that's fell, your mind is Lucifer's cell..

You ever want to travel outside yourself,
To a realm of your own with nobody else?
Experience a sensation that's never been felt,
A dimension where your mind and soul will melt.

Resurrect your mental, no hope for the physically dead,
Meditate on explosive paradoxes to blow off the head.
Transmutation of the body to gold from lead,
Aura stained black where the soul's been bled.

Until you begin to realize that death's only a word,
Like music don't exist if it can't be heard.
Free your spirit from it's cage and let it fly like a bird..

Anything's possible when you free your mind,
Look to the future or turn back the hands of time.
Reverse the wrongs you've done and you may find,
Karma's a reality so try to be kind.
-LOVE ALL LIFE-
Between right and wrong exists a fine line,
But when your path is righteous, you'll feel it inside.
To be untrue to yourself is the worse kind of crime,
Or give in to the evil if you feel that I'm lying.
Now who's responsible to comfort the crying,
Do they call it a death-bed because dreaming's like dying??

Now heed my words and try hard to listen,
Expand your mind to find what's been missing,
While the body's on earth, the mind's in another dimension.
I lecture to educate with no other mission,
fly as high as the sky until my eyes will glisten..

I'll play with your mind like a violin,
Silent yet deadly as a violent wind.
Stab you in the back, your best two-faced friend,
I'm the insecurities you've yet to mend.
-You've got mail, to respond press send..

A swirl of cells in telepathic waves,
Utilize your 3rd-eye to explore the darkest caves,
While on a mission to break the chains of the mental-slaves.
May you find the total-sum of all the pleasures you crave,
And live life to it's fullest until your final day!!!!!
-No more mail, press end to save....

Nibiru

Nibiru
11-23-2011, 02:39 AM
Bjork's poetic introduction to her website seems to reveal a very alchemical philosophy :)

http://bjork.com

Awani
12-10-2011, 08:22 PM
A swirl of cells in telepathic waves,
Utilize your 3rd-eye to explore the darkest caves,
While on a mission to break the chains of the mental-slaves.
May you find the total-sum of all the pleasures you crave,
And live life to it's fullest until your final day!!!!!

The last stanza is the best:)

:cool:

Nibiru
12-13-2011, 03:01 AM
Thanks Dev :)

Albion
12-27-2011, 05:17 PM
Nibiru, I really liked much of your poem and feel you have quite a lot of potential along that avenue of creative expression. Here is something I wrote awhile back:



Decision at the Altar of Learning

A ring of laughter
Spread around the fire
As we recounted the words
Of the young anthropologist:
"You people have 40 words for snow."
"No, we told him,
"We have one word for snow
...Same as you.
But spend your remaining years
Here,
In this world of snow
That encircles us
And one-day your offspring
Will explain to you
The other 39 things
We were pointing at."
_____________________________________________

And thanks for the link. Yes, Bjork: hyper-creative, hyper-individualistic (yet possessing a social conscience) and, indeed, there’s something very alchemical about her - or, at the very least, is someone I’d liken to “a force of nature” (as the expression goes).

A quote from a YouTube viewer:

“Bjork speaks to us in a language before our time where poetic expression and communication were the same thing. Many people find her odd because tragically we are losing our general sense of individualism. The sensation I feel when I listen to her music is like a spear piercing a grey sky and with it comes this intense technicolour experience that is uplifting and haunting in equal measure. Why? Because through her uniqueness we hear echoes of a time when we used to LIVE not exist.”

Bjork - Hyperballad

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6CSiU0j_lFA

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Beu3ZLr-UEA

Björk - Unison

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9PEybjgUj6U


Coincidently, Androgynus recently mentioned my other favorite female composer/vocalist, Sinead O’Conner - another very HUman artist.

Sinead O'Connor YMMTTOYH - Live in Dublin '02

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xkHThWcmaFQ

Sinead O'Connor - My Lagan Love

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1oCZzkQdaYE&feature=related

Nibiru
12-29-2011, 08:34 PM
Albion, thank you for posting these :) I'd have to agree about the talent of Sinead O'Connor as well, there are many artists that seem to channel spirit through their works and these are the ones that I feel move me.

I really enjoy your Zen writing style, I'd like to hear more sometime..

Albion
12-30-2011, 02:10 AM
Albion, thank you for posting these :) I'd have to agree about the talent of Sinead O'Connor as well, there are many artists that seem to channel spirit through their works and these are the ones that I feel move me.

I really enjoy your Zen writing style, I'd like to hear more sometime..

Okay, just this once :).

I wrote this poem three years ago immediately after seeing a photo my sister sent me of my nephew Archie.
__________________________________________________ ___________________


The Novitiate Enters His Second Year

His smile:
a genuine response, in kind,
to the familiar presence
of his photographer...
while, from deeper springs,
radiates that dynamic aura
of pure wonderment -
the sponsor of all future questions
and sure clue of the tether-continuum
of his local consciousness from and to
the ever-clear awareness of his higher self
(or quantum presence) -
itself a step-down transformer
of First Source, of the All in all.

So, fearlessly incarnating
into this seeming maelstrom
(which, nevertheless,
obligingly has expanded
and continues to expand
to accommodate and incorporate
his unique soul-pattern, will,
proclivities and offerings),
he instantly ventures forth
to gather and to integrate
manifold experiences;
gradually gaining ground
from previous explorers,
and guided intuitively
through his inbuilt wholeness-navigator,
he develops an ever more
robust and self-assured dialectic
with multiple frontiers which he
cognitively, meditatively and relationally
explores and intellectually maps,
so as to trace the fine format of creation,
and gradually to fathom the wealth
of what has always already been his -
including the limitless depths of potential
resident both in the external spectrum of possibilities
available for his moment-to-moment choices and desires
as well as the internal wellspring available
for his own individual creative expression:
in the arena of his perceivable world,
through the venue of his local multiverse (soul),
and with the deceptively simple palate
of the heart’s virtues
of appreciation, compassion, forgiveness,
humility, valor and understanding -
which offer, in each unique situational context,
a kaleidoscopic array of possible combinations
for expressing the proper vibrational fractal
of the sponsoring signature of love that he is -
an art and activity which also serves
to help keep him disentangled and free
from all negative, reactive, time-bound dramas
as he daily strives to cut his way
through any illusory labyrinth
that has or would dare to
occlude or call into question
the primary, existential awareness
and eternal validity of his (and other’s)
a-priory coexistence with Source;
tracing, discerning and projecting
the outlines and implications
of all ideas, memes or premises
so as to see through and bypass
any and all concepts or precedents,
circuitry or programming,
self-deception or dishonesty
that would lure, baffle, detour, trap, enfold,
enslave, settle or stagnate his consciousness
into any merely-mentally-circumscribed
ad-hoc identity or closed-system-cosmos
however subtle, complex or expansive.
Not fearing death,
nor separation,
nor non-existence,
nor any interior terrain
where the local mind cannot, as yet,
(or perhaps ever)
provide him sure companionship -
he therefore is ever willing to surrender
and thus transcend (though not discard)
that bell-jar’s transparent limitations,
that his mind might ever be
informed, reformed and refined
by the light and criteria
of the heart’s greater perception;
he now stands:
in ever more steadfast joy,
in a transparent world bereft of illusion;
simultaneously abandoned to providence
while fully active in forging his future;
gladly (or reluctantly) willing to undergo
whatever discipline progress may require...
(without the attendant religious morbidity
that comes of taking oneself too seriously);
awake and aware: as a Sovereign-Integral -
his infinite/eternal self
now realizing itself in the All -
while yet within the human instrument;
discerning, embodying, expressing and transmitting
(both locally and, invariably to the whole)
unconditional oneness, equality and truthfulness -
his individual calling and his obligations
to humanity and the greater multiverse
now dovetailing toward the hope
that First Source might inhabit
and transform the dimensional worlds.

So... what a rush...
to be launched headlong into this realm
of puzzling sensory overload -
yet to be mastered;
bearing a task and destiny -
yet to be articulated
[hence the wonderment].
And yet, how reassuring, and fortuitous,
to be greeted by these kindred spirit-beings
(apparently undergoing a similar adventure)
who have one’s welfare so clearly at heart
[hence the smile].
https://docs.google.com/viewer?attid=0.1&pid=gmail&thid=11f3316d8972ce97&url=https%3A%2F%2Fmail.google.com%2Fmail%2F%3Fui%3 D2%26ik%3Da5d9160f73%26view%3Datt%26th%3D11f3316d8 972ce97%26attid%3D0.1%26disp%3Dsafe%26realattid%3D f_fqo0lvtj0%26zw&docid=b926f2162a218c20e9eef266921a1c8a%7Cc6f1b4bcd 4a5947fcc7d9b802c79bef3&a=bi&pagenumber=4&w=800

Nibiru
12-30-2011, 05:28 AM
Thank you Albion!! I really feel I needed to read that at this moment, I know you said the poem was inspired by your nephew but to quote Androgynus:


Have you ever heard a song or read a book/poem that you felt like it was almost written especially for you?

Most likely The Author of the song/book/poem had no idea who you are, yet he/she wrote something that was SO close to your heart, that you felt it was written for you...

In short:

When you read something about which you're not sure if it was directly addressed to you or not:

IF it speaks to you, IF it strikes a chord, IF it touches you in a special way - then it was definitely written for YOU.

Who it was originally addressed to, doesn't really matter at this stage (IMO).

Who was The Universe created for?

:)
---------------------------------------------------

You're a very good poet :) Keep it up...

Albion
12-31-2011, 06:23 PM
That was certainly gratifying to hear.

So glad it spoke to you.

And if it was even meant only for you
(beyond what I gained in the writing of it),
I’d consider the endeavor worthwhile.

Ghislain
02-12-2012, 12:57 PM
THE SECOND COMING

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

- William Butler Yeats

http://gabbyinbrownstudy.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/bas2xgyre2.gif?w=150&h=143

Source (http://gabbyinbrownstudy.wordpress.com/page/2/)

What do you see?

Ghislain

Nibiru
02-12-2012, 11:54 PM
THE SECOND COMING

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

- William Butler Yeats


Thanks Ghislain!! The poem is very nice, as well as a little spooky :)

What meaning do you take from this poem? A second coming of what is he referring??



http://gabbyinbrownstudy.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/bas2xgyre2.gif?w=150&h=143

Source (http://gabbyinbrownstudy.wordpress.com/page/2/)

What do you see?


I see balance..

Ghislain
02-21-2012, 01:27 PM
Hi Nibiru

What I see in “A Second Coming” is the balance you mention; a unity of all; understanding.
I believe this to be cyclic; we have been there before and in its cyclical nature it is coming around
again. It is going to get worse before it gets better, but it is all good :)

I noticed that the image in my post above has gone, which moved me to finding it again.

The image is called a Gyre.
http://www.yeatsvision.com/Images/Bas2xGyre2.gif ( http://www.yeatsvision.com/Geometry.html)
Click on image for more information.

When I originally posted the Poem by Yeats I wondered what the image represented. What I found brought
together this thread and another, “The Seal of Soloman” (http://forum.alchemyforums.com/showthread.php?2685-Seal-of-Soloman&p=19495#post19495), and so I will post a link to this thread there.

Below is a link that is also relevant to this thread and worth checking out.

Masterworks of English Literature II
The Victorians (and beyond) (http://aliscot.com/ensenanza/4033/victorian/index.htm)


A brief look at Yeats's system will help you to understand some of the later poems. Click here (http://aliscot.com/ensenanza/4033/victorian/yeats_sys.htm) for a simplified explanation.

Look at Yeats's Lunar Phases in the link above.

Ghislain

Nibiru
02-25-2012, 04:41 AM
Thank you Ghislain :)

I've finally had a little time to look further into Yeats's work, and some of it seems quite relevant to our present times. I like the idea of the Gyre as a perpetually mobile version of the Yin-Yang, thanks for bringing this to our attention! I do plan to read some of the works from the literature link you posted when I have more time, and I still need to watch the science video you posted in the "Fantasies of the Philosophers" thread...

Nibiru
03-07-2012, 05:07 PM
I originally wrote this in 2006 at a point in my life when I was much more energetically involved with following politics, but I feel that it may be just as relevant in today's times..

ChemoTherapy

-Near is the time we make that choice, They fear the day that we use our voice.

-Humanity is a cancer that's seeking remission,
-As we act out the parts of patients in submission.
-We're struggling in a society of manipulative technicians,
-So there ain't no sleep for the sick because we're on a mission.
-As the ones who contribute the most expect the least recognition.

-Near is the time we make that choice, They fear the day that we use our voice..

-Politicians plotting as they sit on their throne of gold with their half-wit,
-While the brain-dead media zombies contently lay in their bed of shit.
-We're constantly struggling to climb out of the leaders' death pit.
-Thousands of individual flames in a persistent effort to finally unite,
-Once we overcome the barriers of separation, our insignificant sparks will equal that of sunlight,
-Only then will we transcend the ignorance that keeps our hope dimmer than an eternal dark night.
-When the blind are once again able to see, our oppressors will finally be in for a fight!

-Near is the time we make that choice, They fear the day that we use our voice...

-To flood the masses with knowledge deeper than any pool,
-To expose their lies they utilize as lobotomist tools.
-Their means of maintaining control are the epitome of cruel,
-That's why the wisest among us remain disguised as the 'fools'.
-The industrial age's synonymous with the depletion of fossil fuel,
-A time when blood-diamonds are called "ice" because they're supposed to be cool.
-We strive for freedom while constantly being oppressed by their laws, regulations, and rule.
-Brainwashing our children with their media, churches, and school.
-Broke us to the point we've become their beast's of burden- treated no better than an overworked mule.

-Near is the time we make that choice, They fear the day that we use our voice....

-Some of us refuse to condone their slavery by glamorizing their "whips" and their "chains",
-Choose to swim for equality rather than drown in their ocean of blood, sweat, and rain.
-Many of us will make our sacrifices and tough out the pain,
-Countless others will offer them victory, but I choose to refrain.
-By refusing to bow we'll become victorious as the elite's power structure is slain,
-Once Anarchy and Peace replace government and rule, only happiness and love shall remain.

-Now is the time to make that choice, Stop playing mute and use your voice!!!!!

Nibiru

Ghislain
03-11-2012, 05:02 AM
Well before its time Nibiru.

I relate to what you have written, but liken it to getting up early in the morning, quietly sitting
contemplating the days work ahead, wishing it was not to be then inevitably rising to exit for
another days toil.

Inevitable, but hard work ahead, however we always return home at the end of the day. :)

The only question is, 'what time do we start'?

I was reading a book in which the author makes a quote from "A Midsummers Night's Dream".
He states, "Shakespeare set out what might be the definative description of the Romantic poet".

The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The form of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination...

Imagination - Spiritus Mundi

Ghislain <- inherently lazy

P.S. I was watching the Johnathan Ross Show tonight and one of his guests was Kiether Sutherland talking
about a new series that has just been released called "Touch".

I have not seen it, but Sutherland explains the plot about how everyone is connected by a ribbon and that ribbon has become disconnected.

His job, through the help of his supposed autistic son, is to reconnect that ribbon.

Very fitting in today's climate dont you think?

Nibiru
05-02-2012, 03:56 AM
Thanks Ghislain :) I enjoyed the quote describing the "romantic poet", and yes I would say imagination/consciousness and S.M. are very closely related. This is probably why only a few are able to succeed with the desired alchemical outcome in the lab, while many potentially possess the same 'recipes'/methods yet remain unfruitful in their work. This idea seems to fit well with the "Observer Effect" theory, IMO..

One of the most bizarre premises of quantum theory, which has long fascinated philosophers and physicists alike, states that by the very act of watching, the observer affects the observed reality.
From here: http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/1998/02/980227055013.htm





P.S. I was watching the Johnathan Ross Show tonight and one of his guests was Kiether Sutherland talking
about a new series that has just been released called "Touch".

I have not seen it, but Sutherland explains the plot about how everyone is connected by a ribbon and that ribbon has become disconnected.

His job, through the help of his supposed autistic son, is to reconnect that ribbon.

Very fitting in today's climate don't you think?

I've recently watched a couple episodes of "Touch", thanks for the recommendation. It's quite interesting, if you can get past some of the cheesy/mushy parts that qualify it as a 'drama'. It does seem that the media is evolving with the times. I've also noticed that the networks have been airing shows like "The Matrix", "Alice in Wonderland", "The Never-Ending Story", "Peter Pan", "The Wizard of Oz", etc. much more often recently..






I relate to what you have written, but liken it to getting up early in the morning, quietly sitting
contemplating the days work ahead, wishing it was not to be then inevitably rising to exit for
another days toil.

Inevitable, but hard work ahead, however we always return home at the end of the day. :)

Sorry, would you mind explaining this to me in a different way. I don't quite understand the analogy.





The only question is, 'what time do we start'?

There's always only ONE 'time', is there not?


-Now is the time to make that choice, Stop playing mute and use your voice!!!!!

solomon levi
06-10-2012, 01:42 PM
Expands His Being

All beings are words of God,
His music, His art.
Sacred books we are, for the infinite camps in our souls.
Every act reveals God and expands His being.
I know that may be hard to comprehend.
All creatures are doing their best
to help God in His birth of Himself.

Enough talk for the night.
He is laboring in me;
I need to be silent for a while,
worlds are forming in my heart.

- Meister Eckhart

Albion
06-10-2012, 03:11 PM
Ragnarok

In dreams (Coleridge writes), images take the shape of the effects we believe they cause. We are not terrified because some sphinx is threatening us but rather dream of a sphinx in order to explain the terror we are feeling. If this is the case, how can a simple account of such imaginings communicate the dread and the thrills, the adventure, anxieties, and joys conjured by last night’s dream? I am going to attempt to do this all the same. Perhaps the fact that the entire dream consisted of a single scene will erase or ease this fundamental difficulty.

It took place in the Humanities Building, at dusk. As often happens in dreams, everything was somehow different: everything had been affected by a slight enlargement. We were electing people to committees. I was chatting with Pedro Henriquez Urena, who in reality has been dead for many years. Suddenly we were assaulted by the racket of a street band or a demonstration. The cries of people and animals reached us from the Lower City. A voice cried: "Here they come!" then: "It’s the Gods!" Four or five individuals emerged from the mob and took their places on the stage of the lecture hall. We all cheered, weeping: it was the Gods, coming back after centuries of exile. The stage made them taller: they threw their heads back and thrust their chests forward in haughty acceptance of our homage. One of them was holding a bow of the kind no doubt required by the simplistic botany of dreams; another made a broad gesture with his hand, which was a claw; one of Janus’s faces looked apprehensively at the curving beak of Thoth. Stirred perhaps by our cheers, another one – I’m no longer sure which one – broke out in triumphant but incredibly harsh clacking, complete with gargles and whistles. From that point on, things began to change.

It was all due to our perhaps precipitous suspicion that the Gods did not know how to talk. Hundreds of years of living like animals on the run had atrophied their human dimension. The moon of Islam and the Roman Cross had been merciless with these fugitives. The decadence of the Olympic bloodline was evident in their beetling brows, yellowed teeth, patchy half-breed or Chinese whiskers, and bestial protruding lips. Their clothing spoke not of genteel poverty but of the flashy bad taste of the Lower City’s back rooms and bordellos. A carnation bled from one buttonhole; we detected the outline of a dagger under a tight-fitting jacket. All at once we sensed that they were playing their last card, that they had grown sly, stultified and cruel like aging beasts of prey, and that they would destroy us if we allowed ourselves to be swayed by fear or pity.

We drew our heavy pistols (in the dream, they just appeared) and cheerfully put the Gods to death.


-Jorge Luis Borges

Ghislain
07-15-2012, 12:51 PM
While watching a program on TV called QI, hosted by Stephen Fry, Fry proposed that Edgar Allan Poe predicted
the theory of the Big Bang in his last poem Eureka...this raised a spark of interest for me to search it out.


Eureka (1848) is a lengthy non-fiction work by American author Edgar Allan Poe which he subtitled
"A Prose Poem", though it has also been subtitled as "An Essay on the Material and Spiritual
Universe". Adapted from a lecture he had presented, Eureka describes Poe's intuitive conception of
the nature of the universe with no scientific work done to reach his conclusions. He also discusses
man's relationship with God, whom he compares to an author. It is dedicated to the German
naturalist and explorer Alexander von Humboldt. Though it is generally considered a literary work,
some of Poe's ideas anticipate discoveries of the 20th century. Indeed a critical analysis of the
scientific content of Eureka reveals a non-causal correspondence with modern cosmology due to the
assumption of an evolving Universe, but excludes the anachronistic anticipation of relativistic
concepts such as black holes.
Source: Eureka: A Prose Poem (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eureka:_A_Prose_Poem) Wikipedia.


PREFACE.

“To the few who love me and whom I love—to those who feel rather than to those who think—to
the dreamers and those who put faith in dreams as in the only realities—I offer this Book of Truths,
not in its character of Truth-Teller, but for the Beauty that abounds in its Truth; constituting it true.
To these I present the composition as an Art-Product alone:—let us say as a Romance; or, if I be not
urging too lofty a claim, as a Poem.

What I here propound is true:—therefore it cannot die:—or if by any means it be now trodden down
so that it die, it will rise again to the Life Everlasting.

Nevertheless it is as a Poem only that I wish this work to be judged after I am dead.”

E. A. P.

At nearly 40,000 words in length I thought it best to place a LINK to the poem (http://www.gutenberg.org/files/32037/32037-h/32037-h.htm) rather than paste the
text here in its entirety.

I have not read it all yet, but a purusal of it has grabbed my interest.

Ghislain

Nibiru
07-17-2012, 04:04 AM
I've always liked Poe's works but always assumed that he only wrote fiction, I'll be looking into this further..

Thanks Ghislain :)

Ghislain
07-18-2012, 07:56 AM
While reading E. A. Poe’s “Eureka” I pondered how nice it would be to be content without knowing.
To be happy like the pigs in shit, oblivious to the woes of the world or of their final fate.
This led me to seek out the origin of the saying, ”Ignorance is Bliss”, where I found it proposed to have
been first penned by Thomas Grey (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Gray) in his poem, "Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College" (http://www.thomasgray.org.uk/cgi-bin/display.cgi?text=odec).

Lines 91 – 100.

To each his sufferings: all are men,
Condemned alike to groan;
The tender for another's pain,
The unfeeling for his own.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate?
Since sorrow never comes too late,
And happiness too swiftly flies.
Thought would destroy their paradise.
No more; where ignorance is bliss,
'Tis folly to be wise.

Grey’s masterpiece was, “ Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elegy_Written_in_a_Country_Churchyard#Poem)”.

Ghislain

Ghislain
07-22-2012, 02:27 PM
Originally Posted by Ghislain in response to Nibiru's poem.

I relate to what you have written, but liken it to getting up early in the morning, quietly sitting
contemplating the day’s work ahead, wishing it was not to be then inevitably rising to exit for
another days toil. Inevitable, but hard work ahead, however we always return home at the end
of the day.



Sorry, would you mind explaining this to me in a different way. I don't quite understand the analogy.

What I was trying to say is that we usually revert to the norm...there are times when we want to fight against it,
but when crunch comes to crunch we revert to type and toe the line...sad isn't it :(

I have been too lazy to be rebellious, rather seeking solace in my comfort zone; a comfort zone that's not actually
all that comfortable, but it will do so long as I can see a worse scenario. That's how we remain in chains...they
are not too uncomfortable yet and by their release things could be worse.

Ghislain

Nibiru
07-23-2012, 03:39 PM
What I was trying to say is that we usually revert to the norm...there are times when we want to fight against it,
but when crunch comes to crunch we revert to type and toe the line...sad isn't it :(

I have been too lazy to be rebellious, rather seeking solace in my comfort zone; a comfort zone that's not actually
all that comfortable, but it will do so long as I can see a worse scenario. That's how we remain in chains...they
are not too uncomfortable yet and by their release things could be worse.

Ghislain

Thanks for the clarification :)
It's quite a sad state we've found ourselves in when not only do we live in chains, but we've also been conditioned to say "Thanks for the privilege." Throughout my life there have been many times that I've realized that I'm partially(if not entirely) responsible for my own oppression, only to continually neglect acting on this sad truth solely for convenience sake. Many restraints share an illusion of comfort, and I'm still trying to refine my vision in the hopes that one day I may finally see through the facade..

Ouroboros
07-26-2012, 07:00 AM
dream within a dream, dreamland
were the frst poems i read from poe - i don't count raven which was required school reading, and which were reason for falling in love with poe's work, and you can imagine the thrill when i find out that we have same birthdays.

Ghislain
07-27-2012, 12:12 AM
Eureka is the first of Poe's work I have ever read...I have seen the film adaptation of The Raven with Vincent price, Boris Karloff and Peter Lorre...great film :)

But then I saw The House of Usher...not so good :( Perhaps because of the sad ending...

Ghislain

Kiorionis
08-25-2012, 09:21 PM
Has anyone read 'The Changing Light at Sandover' by James Merrill? It chronicles his experiences with a ouija board and dialogue with a spirit named Ephraim, and eventually other benevolent spirits. There are three parts, The Book of Ephraim which follows the A through Z of the board, Mirabell: Books of Number which follows 0 through 9, and Scripts for the Pageant, the Yes & No of the board. Mirabell is by far the best part in my opinion. My favorite lines from it:


What can I say? Nothing we haven't known.
Remember Sam and Frodo in their hot
Waterless desolation overshot
By evil zombies. They of course came through
--It's what, in an Quest, the heroes do--
But at the cost of being set apart,
Emptied, diminished. Tolkien knew this. Art--
The tale that all but shapes itself—survives
By feeding on its personages lives.


Here's the table of contents for the last two parts, in case any of you are interested in knowing more about it. I'd include The Book of Ephraim, but originally it was the last poem of another book titled 'Divine Comedies' and my edition lacks any sort of reference table.


Mirabell: Books of Number

0. Household decoration. The Jacksons meet new friends.
A black dog in Athens. Poems of Science. Avebury visited.
1. Their Fall retold. A glimpse of the atom. Resisting them.
Akhnaton's experiment. Auden joins the seminar.
2. Faust and the Five. The song Dante heard. A party in 1965.
Densities and definitions. A look into the Research Lab.
3. Black holes. Maria and the plant world. Metamorphosis of 741.
Athenianism. Plato patronized. Five elemental Voices.
4. Atlantis and after. Describing an elm. A peacock on trial.
Cabel Stone. The Scribe supplants religion. Chester's new life.
5. Losses to the Lab. The Bible endorsed. Mining of the Scribes.
Are we an atom? The No Accident clause. Green fields ahead.
6. Days in Boston. Ephraim recollects. The dream in the ginger-pot.
Marias fate. The red Visitor. Literary exchanges.
7. Numbers at work. Life and death in Thebes. Nature disparaged.
Luca's prank. The peacock named. Ten final lessons begin.
8. Ape-child learns to talk. The hurricane. A Herald from the SOL.
Robert Morse drops in. Compliments upon a silver field.
9. Mirabell's picnic. Wystan on Poetry. Backward looks and bargains.
Another black dog. Waiting for the Angel.


Scripts for the Pageant:

Yes:
Questions of Rank
The Second Visit
George on Birds
The Water Brother
The Earth Brother
The Shy Brother
Lesson 1: Primal Scenes
Lesson 2: Cave-Man and Lake-Dweller
Lesson 3: How Much More?
Lesson 4: Of Suicide and a Pact in the Steam
Lesson 5: Meeting the Five
Lesson 6: Second Natures
Lesson 7: The Twelfth of It
Lesson 8: Heightening Senses
The Ascent to Nine
Lesson 9: Michael's Fete
Lesson 10: Signals to the Galaxy
Wystan on God B's Song

[if I remember correctly, the B stands for Biology]

&:
Samos
Two Deaths
A New Friend
Robert Taken Up
Lesson 1: Annals of Green
Lesson 2: The Monitor at Earth's Heart
Lesson 3: A Brush with Nothing
Lesson 4: Madcap Muses
Lesson 5: The Lady at Sandover
Behind the Scenes
Plato Emerging
The Last Word on Number
A Metamorphosis Misfires
The House in Athens

No:
Lesson 1: Black Magic
Lesson 2: Old Masters
Lesson 3: Oil for the Gears of Time
Lesson 4: Underground Testing
Lesson 5: The Winged Man
Lesson 6: Maria's Secret
Making Song of It
Lesson 7: Wreathes Laid on Earth and Sea
Lesson 8: Angelic Designs
The Question Period
Lesson 9: Gabriel's Masque
Lesson 10: God B His Mark
The Sermon at Ephesus
Appearances
Venetian Jottings
Exits and Entrances
Glimpses of the Future
Finale


Also I'd like to share a short poem I wrote.

There is a place between
the present and what is present
that I have only known once.
It was in a similar dream
that this presence and everything like it
blurred, became a land of striped things
blending together.

One day I hope to wake up
to something new.
That's my line, you'll say.

Krisztian
08-26-2012, 02:27 AM
I love the poetry Thomas Charnock, English alchemist, produced after a rather disappointing let down from Queen Elizabeth.




30 years truly I practices this science
And was never the richer by two pence
But rather a hundred marks the worse.
Yet hereafter I trust to fill my purse
And help myself and the poor at need
For so God's word does me lead
And who so to live a godly life doth endeavour
God give him this science for his succour.

No thing like a good old 16th Century optimism after repeated troubles?

Nibiru
08-28-2012, 07:36 PM
Hello Kiorionis and Krisztian, thanks for sharing!! :)


I'm sure something similar has already been written or said, but anyway here's something that recently came to me:


TRUTH is that moment of pure realization that occurs as you gaze intently into the eyes of lover, friend, or enemy only to observe a reflection of yourself.

z0 K
11-27-2012, 07:22 PM
Here's another poem initiated by an altered alchemical state:

Expansion
from Parables, Poems, Dreams and Visions, 1976

With a magical miniscule amount of egg-shell colored
Crystalline powder, we waited.
Shortly, subtle changes began.
The body is first: positioning in relation to surroundings
Less concise.
Feeling, sensation extends beyond the limbs.
Static in the air; solid, substantial.
Energy flows in bands: electric, cosmic.
J speaks then stops.
No need, words too cumbersome.
Thought bundles of form come to me from him.
I know what his mind says.
I start to speak, words too much effort.
I form thoughts and send them instantly.
I feel energy. The parakeet on my finger, what does he say?
Yes, I know he’s laughing.
Communication intuitive; beyond the capacity of
Mechanical words.
J and J thought conversation.
I hear the water in the jug;
Elixir of Life.
We sit in triad sending thoughts to one another.
I walk, seems like floating out of the room.
Still the thoughts float in the cosmic air,
Always there dancing.
Distance and time
Crude and foolish
Inventions of man
Now enslave him.
The air is intense; charged, volatile.
I think: out the door and down the street.
Laughter rolls out of me
Onto the floor
Out the door onto the street.
Flesh and bones are alien
Mud and clay; not essential.
Chemical retort perking: my stomach.
Living body; magnificent reactor
Allows expression in this material world.
Television on, plot absurd,
Circles beginning to end at once,
No longer a slave of time.
Energy flows...
Static slows...
Lost in thought...
Spell ends.

z0 K

solomon levi
02-02-2013, 09:24 PM
them dreams
such a beautiful cage
i fall every time you fly
like a bomb
my heart ticks for you
racing towards some impending explosion
destruction never felt like this
your slight frame pressing on mine
this must be some black art, or dark matter
hidden among the stars in your eyes
to crush me so fine

Awani
02-03-2013, 12:35 PM
Nice.

:cool:

solomon levi
03-05-2013, 07:23 PM
:) thanks dev! here's a new one i'm working on:

pinalene dreams
emanate like sun beams
from my third eye
in the begging was the word "I"
splitting infinity
into a trinity
sky ever deep, a Pleiadian prism
i never sleep, no circadian rhythm
row, row your boat down the Lethean stream
merrily, verily, life is but a meme

solomon levi
03-06-2013, 04:38 PM
T. S. Eliot...
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.

Rheomode
03-06-2013, 05:16 PM
I love Eliot :)

This one's a bit long, but it's neat: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173165

solomon levi
03-06-2013, 06:17 PM
lol! snark!
I love that one. I thought it was Dr. Seuss though. ;) jk

Rheomode
03-07-2013, 02:56 PM
:D!

I love this part:

There was one who was famed for the number of things
He forgot when he entered the ship:
His umbrella, his watch, all his jewels and rings,
And the clothes he had bought for the trip.

He had forty-two boxes, all carefully packed,
With his name painted clearly on each:
But, since he omitted to mention the fact,
They were all left behind on the beach.

The loss of his clothes hardly mattered, because
He had seven coats on when he came,
With three pair of boots—but the worst of it was,
He had wholly forgotten his name.


The original poetry posted here is lovely btw :) I didn't have the chance to read it all yesterday.

Awani
03-07-2013, 03:18 PM
life is but a meme

Good one!

:cool:

Andro
03-07-2013, 03:28 PM
Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
___________
Robert Frost

Ghislain
03-07-2013, 08:57 PM
As Sol has pointed out "life is but a meme" I wonder how many people realise the importance,
influence and the implications of "memes"

As this thread is about poetry I will cut this short and just put a link in for those that are interested.

Wikipedia: Meme (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meme)

I will create a thread on the subject.


Ghislain

Edit: Meme Thread (http://forum.alchemyforums.com/showthread.php?3450-The-Concept-of-Memes)

Ghislain
03-08-2013, 12:45 AM
Here's a checklist :)


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!


-Rudyard Kipling

Ghislain

solomon levi
03-09-2013, 03:13 PM
great poems everyone is sharing!

Nibiru
03-11-2013, 03:09 AM
great poems everyone is sharing!

Yes, thank you to everyone for sharing!! :)

Kiorionis
03-30-2013, 06:23 AM
here's something I've been working on for a while. comments are appreciated.


For the Sake of Vanity.

I
He came to be from thought alone within
the imagination. His unity
discordant and truth misinterpreted,
supplemented with an environment
propagating the death of the artist,
gave rise to those dead, indifferent eyes.

But then I am forgetting dear dreamer—
time conspired to retire through chemical
confusion and some lost and lonely union
between the three self's of reality
(which for the sake of vanity remain
without definition), so purpose was,
well, just as confusing to find without
reliable direction.

Year. Two. Three.
It all moves so quickly. Just a moment
in her presence rid the mind of worry.
What was she without words. . . contradiction?
In her finest form chemically deceiving?

I should add, the hero of our modern tale
was grave enough to wander Maya's veil.
And though his consciousness distorted—
strangely rearranged and disordered—
he lived enough through music to contend
with the new solitude she created
(what a hero! We are reminded of
all the novel things which came before us).


II
With the new solitude she created
images of the self in quick decline.
Subjectivity of mind parted
from reality (and this to mean those
objective and absolute states of mine
were then abandoned for complexities)
and became reality, the structure
for the imagination to decay.
His new solitude was not hard to find,
simply turn tail and hide, however,
deeper solitude crept around inside
and found the process of losing close friends.
So many, so few words I said to you.


What then do we desire of loneliness?
A parting of the sensory, the 'I's?
Definitions of despair's emptiness
to further the understanding of God?
A marionette? Some marijunette?

“A few friends who are not really friends,
a few who are, and for time to slow down.”

“To become creative with the sound [ohm].
For style and grace to measure pound for pound.
And personalities to be pushed around
while contemplatively smoking a hookah.”


III
While contemplatively smoking a hookah,
absorbed in the thickness of it all, we
forgot to breath out and relax ourselves,
forgot to speak up and ask of ourselves
the value of the words Naomi destroyed.
God. Sanity. Friendship. Illusion. Death.
Each image distorted by ignorance.
And even though Lodi could not be found,
thoughts of her—lithe, light, limpid—leapt around.

Look now! I forgot about all those friends
who meant so little to me. Everything
was in and out of dream, everyone was
concerned with their conversation's vanity.

Awani
03-31-2013, 12:49 AM
While contemplatively smoking a hookah...

Nice, I am smoking one right now reading your poem.

:cool:

solomon levi
03-31-2013, 11:04 AM
Love it Kiorionis! It communicates to me. :)

Kiorionis
04-01-2013, 03:17 AM
Thanks dev and solomon. If I ever get around to writing more of it I'll be sure to post it up.

solomon levi
04-10-2013, 10:20 PM
http://en.m.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Old_Astronomer

Kiorionis
04-28-2013, 01:10 AM
My God I have been drinking!
(feel free to drink with me)
And the night isn't close to over yet...

Will you think of me while you're gone?
Will you consider this as long-term reproduction?
Or will you indulge in that fantasy
I don't feel comfortable with?

These questions aren't right...
Should be something like:
What will happen next?
How can I reproduce
Nature in a flask?
What is the purpose, if any, of life
without death?
When will you come back to me?

Or something along those lines...
God I need to sober up.
(feel free to sober me up)

Nibiru
05-08-2013, 04:14 PM
Nice work guys!!! Thanks for keeping this thread alive :)

solomon levi
05-08-2013, 11:04 PM
I would dry your tears, but I am the salt dissolved in them.
I would ease your labor pains, but I am the newborn babe.

solomon levi
05-08-2013, 11:07 PM
do you know the difference between a window and a mirror?
do you know the sameness between a window and a mirror?

solomon levi
05-16-2013, 10:08 PM
Oh Companion That Abode Is Unmatched,
Where My Complete Beloved Is.
In that Place There Is No Happiness or Unhappiness,
No Truth or Untruth
Neither Sin Nor Virtue.
There Is No Day or Night, No Moon or Sun,
There Is Radiance Without Light.

There Is No Knowledge or Meditation
No Repetition of Mantra or Austerities,
Neither Speech Coming From Vedas or Books.
Doing, Not-Doing, Holding, Leaving
All These Are All Lost Too In This Place.

No Home, No Homeless, Neither Outside or Inside,
Micro and Macrocosm Are Non-Existent.
Five Elemental Constituents and the Trinity Are Both Not There
Witnessing Un-struck Shabad Sound is Also Not There.

No Root or Flower, Neither Branch or Seed,
Without a Tree Fruits are Adorning,
Primordial Om Sound, Breath-Synchronized Soham,
This and That – All Are Absent, The Breath Too Unknown

Where the Beloved Is There is Utterly Nothing
Says Kabir I Have Come To Realize.
Whoever Sees My Indicative Sign
Will Accomplish the Goal of Liberation.

- Kabir

Ilos
05-19-2013, 09:21 AM
Oh sweet truth
like the freedom you come
there is nothing that can stop you
in you there is always something to be seen
bright light you bring into our souls

You and me, we belong together
I will always hold you
and never let you go

Sometimes things seem so unreal
when your around everything is clear
some try to hide you and some to change
but you never disappear

When we think
we think about you
what we need
is related to you

Your divinity is seen
good or bad your value
is non comparable always desirable.

Seeker of Truth
05-31-2013, 01:17 AM
Creation creating creation
Victory is where this ends, begins and continues
Why not just some fucked up something?
A picture
A glimpse


Purity
If it ever existed
is Evereything
Our world, our reality
is filled by impossibilities


I could not possibly exist
neither could you
yet
we
do


Just fucking go!
do
be
now
THIS is How

solomon levi
06-05-2013, 07:38 PM
lovely poems guys!
wrote this one last night....

deep in samadhi
transcend the body
balance the nadis
and rise through sushumna
open chakras like petunias
be All in the sunya (means "void")
come back and be simple
the body's a temple
smile, show your dimples
and kindness to others
all men are brothers
and all come from mothers
who bore them
be sure to adore them
novus ordo seclorum
"new order of the ages"
time to leave the cages
it's not so outrageous
to think we can have peace
each be their own priests
multiply and increase
the love that you're feeling
so we can finish healing
does that sound appealing? :)

Awani
06-09-2013, 10:49 PM
The Dash
by Linda Ellis copyright 1996

I read of a man who stood to speak
at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone,
from the beginning…to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birth
and spoke of the following date with tears,
but he said what mattered most of all
was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time
that she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own,
the cars…the house…the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our dash.

So, think about this long and hard.
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
that can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough
to consider what’s true and real
and always try to understand
the way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger
and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives
like we’ve never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect
and more often wear a smile,
remembering that this special dash
might only last a little while.

So, when your eulogy is being read,
with your life’s actions to rehash…
would you be proud of the things they say
about how you spent YOUR dash?


:cool:

Nibiru
06-10-2013, 03:35 PM
:) :)

solomon levi
06-29-2013, 03:00 AM
"Corruption, sin, depravity
she pulls him in like gravity
his gaze cannot break loose of hers
he's falling down, like Lucifer
a serpent's wisdom's no defense
he'll bleed to feed her innocence
and satisfy her every whim
he falls each time she looks at him
her eyes his heaven, her lips his Eden
in her arms he finds his freedom
under her spell, he loves her madly
if this is hell, he'll suffer gladly
tracing time on her back with his fingers
catching the scent of her hair as he lingers
too long by her neck, his lips brush her skin
he whispers sweet nothings to see if she'll grin
then turns her to face him, revolving her hips
her eyes pause on his like a solar eclipse
but he's already blind from staring too long
forsaken his mind to her siren's song..."
- solomon levi

Nibiru
10-22-2013, 03:14 AM
I'd like to think everyone once more who has contributed to this thread, I'm loving the way that is has grown!! :)

Nibiru
10-22-2013, 03:42 AM
So I've realized recently that I've had a self-imposed writer's block since about 2006-2007, which is around the last time that I've completed any form of poetic composition. A few years ago I purchased a beat from a highly-respected local Chicago music DJ/producer in the hopes that it would spark in me some form of creativity and motivation towards writing again, but the block seemed to continue regardless of my efforts to motivate myself. So about a year ago I worked out a deal with one of my favorite hip-hop artists (hint: I've posted a lot of his music here) to get on the track with me, and have been waiting for the right moment when the inspiration would hit me to actually write something again myself..

I had almost given up on my 'song that never was' until yesterday. I had been devoting all of my time the last few days to laboring in my lab, when all of the sudden the inspiration hit me. I wrote my portion of the song as a form of meditation as I practiced my practical work. Each of the four small sections of the verse are intended to represent a phase in the alchemical cycle. This is just my verse, the other artist(who I mentioned earlier) has also completed their contribution and there's room for at least 2 other artists/elements(4 total with the 5th representing the beat) on this piece. Once the track's completed I'll share it here, it may continue to evolve further before it's recorded but this is what I have so far:

The Lapis:

Past the Blackest opaque, a storm's raging along,
Path's cast in darkness, the king's uncaging his pawn,
His life a way to shed light, as the Rings bring the dawn,
Piercing the veil - from Nothing springs life, Spiritus birthed in this song!

Emerald notes devote vitality, while expanding the growth,
Spawns maniac/insomniac, attack 'Agent Smith's' through their cloak,
Gone/lost in Pan's forest, traverse this Labyrinth of Oak,
Old-Tree springs stream of consciousness, through it's roots floats a boat

Sailing waves of realization, ascend Himalayan White-tipped peaks,
Concentric-circles signifying the Bulls-eye that he seeks,
Crown of Thorns an Antenna, Luna's reflecting her own seed,
Dove's albino purity stained Red, the pelican must feed

Scarlet drops of sulfurs-soul, complete the cycle to behold,
Blazing ashes - flaming feathers, sparking secrets once untold,
Gazing the Pool of Self-Reflection along this lost uncharted road,
The Fool's fate's to find perfection, in your vile discarded Stone..

Krisztian
10-22-2013, 08:58 PM
. . . . I had almost given up on my 'song that never was' until yesterday. . .

Congratulations Nibiru, that's an intriguing piece of poetry that I'm sure would translate well to music. I find it quite visually-charged!

Nibiru
10-23-2013, 10:07 PM
Thanks Krisztian! It may not be the same kind of charge you were referring to :) but the reason I wrote the verse while working in my lab, was with the intention of infusing the poetry with the energy and spirit of the work. I hope that I was able to accomplish this. It's hard for me to put the idea into words but it appears Bartlett has already done it with the preface of his book "Real Alchemy". Below is a quote from his book that I feel relates:



..The Greeks called alchemy chemia. They also used the words chrysopoeia and argyopoeia, literally gold-making and silver-making respectively. The poeia part of the word means make or compose, it is where we get our English word poetry. In Plato's Symposium Socrates recounts how the philosopher Diotima, while instructing him, once said: "There is poetry, which, as you know, is complex and manifold. All creation or passage of non-being into being is poetry or making, and the processes of all art are creative; and the masters of arts are all poets or makers." And just as music is composed out of the elements of sound and silence, and poetry out of elements--the elements of matter and soul. And so, with its basis in the material, alchemy could be considered the poetry of matter. We follow the rules of composition, working with the elements, as in music or in language.

Ilos
10-24-2013, 01:10 AM
There's a time, when your around
I think of you, why your not mine.
Life is a long journey
but I'm not blind
thees feelings surround me
I cannot measure the time.
Lets wait, lets not break
this moment, wont be a mistake.
Open your heart
don't fake your mind
the feelings inside
the Innocent doesn't cry,
unlike the others the world around us
filled with water, boiling the message
we are not alone.
Seeking the highest from the depth
of our own,
please don't leave it behind
your not alone.
Moments of truth
might not be a proof,
there's only one that's in you
and will always remain you.

Krisztian
10-24-2013, 01:10 AM
Yes, John H. Reid III also discusses similar notions.

That's a great line of practice to follow, Nibiru. I guess it illuminates why alchemy is called the Royal Art, eh?

solomon levi
10-24-2013, 05:46 PM
wonderful pieces Nibiru and Ilos.
love that about poetry too! was not aware of that. thanks!

Kiorionis
01-08-2014, 11:39 PM
I didn't write this one, but I am a big fan of it. It is by Gellu Naum, a man from Romania. It is slightly alchemical in its symbolism (fire, fish, seven mothers [metals], the theme of birth and suchnot). My favorite lines? "when my seven mothers brithed me / among them one, uniquely primordial"


After all

After all I remember perfectly the day
when my seven mothers birthed me

(among them one, uniquely primordial,
knew the joys of conception
one who no longer knew how to read or write
her octogenarian arms rocking me
as the four-eyed cat of death
nestled on her shoulders
I worked hard to be lighter

The other six mothers sang
transfigured by labor pains
I slept serenely in each of them
slept cowering in their thighs their knees
slept purely in their maternal purity
bread, milk and honey close by
and memories of Amsterdam
the world fashioned peacefully all around

on the fourth day waters a world with fish and reeds
with the man from the Hotel Alger who lost his mouth on the sixth day

a world of suns and snows on the ninth day

but my octogenarian mother’s arms were tired
(the cat around her shoulders purring scarcely audible)
and I wanted to be lighter

Then I sat by the fire
sitting in my geomantic suit
slowly shaking a hazelnut switch
right there by the fire trying to be lighter

The other five mothers fell silent
aggrieved by my unexpected gesture
Why–I asked them–do you look at me so
My old mother’s arms exhausted
and I wanted to be lighter
would have gone to sleep in an apple
but I didn’t want to complicate your perpetual maternity

They shook their heads in remonstrance
and closed themselves off to me

Then on the tenth day
dogs started to bark
and witnesses crept into the room.

Seeker of Truth
01-23-2014, 03:16 AM
http://esotericonline.net/docs/library/Poetry/Dragon%20path.pdf (page 10 and 11)

Tango with the sun

Flying over the skies covered in darkness
Embraced by the silence of the night
Stars are all I saw and what I saw was light.
Shining brightly into a sea of blackness.
Shimmering, dancing within the nothing
The candle burns, wax drops, day by day
Until the eyes close and all there was, is all there is.
Higher and higher I rise with each and every breath.
On clouds of invisibility I danced
All the way to the heart of the sun.
Fire surrounded me as we became one
The breath of life exhaled as it spread all around.
Flames of life dancing an eternal tango of the immortals.
See the blue shining within a tsunami’s of white
Words unsaid yet whispering sweet nothings
Into ears none existing. For a mind none controlling.
The will to be, makes it be. As you wish so will it be.
To control the fire is to control the will within.
Know the will, know intention, and know the self directing intention.


Intention of the purest form, channeling intuition
As the theater curtains close, all masks are down.
Actors bear naked behind the curtains of the flame
Running the show within self and about the self.
Self esteem not egocentric, yet fully accepting self,
Certainty of the uncertainty while swimming in a sea of chaos.
I know, I can, I will, I am.
Forever spinning into dreamscapes created by the mind
To believe, to know, to see, to experience.
If mind creates, than mind destroys.
To sense, to feel, to understand, to will
Manifestations of the third kind triggered by the will to be.
See it, feel it, will it, know it.
Dancing within the sun as the fire burns within
Dancing within the sun as the fire burns without
Gambling with the torus, trading circles with the self.
As the fool begins to tango with the sun.

Ghislain
01-26-2014, 06:52 PM
I found a beautiful poem and, though some may be familiar with it, it is the first time I have encountered it.

It is by a George Joseph Moriarty (June 7, 1884 – April 8, 1964) who was an American third baseman, umpire and manager in Major League Baseball from 1903 to 1940. He played for the Chicago Cubs, New York Highlanders, Detroit Tigers and Chicago White Sox from 1903 to 1916.


The Road Ahead or the Road Behind


Sometimes I think the fates must grin as we denounce them and insist,
The only reason we can’t win is the fates themselves have missed.
Yet, there lives on the ancient claim – we win or lose within ourselves,
The shining trophies on our shelves can never win tomorrow’s game.
So you and I know deeper down there is a chance to win the crown,
But when we fail to give our best, we simply haven’t met the test
Of giving all and saving none until the game is really won.
Of showing what is meant by grit, of fighting on when others quit,
Of playing through not letting up, it’s bearing down that wins the cup.
Of taking it and taking more until we gain the winning score,
Of dreaming there’s a goal ahead, of hoping when our dreams are dead,
Of praying when our hopes have fled. Yet, losing, not afraid to fall,
If bravely we have given all, for who can ask more of a man
than giving all within his span, it seems to me, is not so far from – Victory.
And so the fates are seldom wrong, no matter how they twist and wind,
It’s you and I who make our fates, we open up or close the gates,
On the Road Ahead or the Road Behind.



Ghislain

Kiorionis
02-18-2014, 03:15 AM
There's music in the air.
Drums and guitar, tight;
A sloppy pianist in the painted light
And a large breasted chick playing bass.

"A late night on the town, but sometimes talking is best."
Or at least it sounds something similar.
She speaks too quietly behind the drums.

Mein Gott you've got good moves!
The second better than the first,
But you're not doing much worse than me.
"You sure you're not looking for pleasant company?"

If I were she would know.
The drum and guitar's third movement is slow,
So probably about the time to go.
Ha, three lines with three rhymes.
No point in the development though.

solomon levi
02-18-2014, 08:09 AM
no grieving, I'm only leaving
to taste the nectar of re-receiving
your beautiful face from morning to evening
upon your lips, a kiss I'm thieving
the moonlight in your eyes conceiving
threads from your heart joined to mine, love's weaving
dreams like ours are worth believing
<3
sol

Andro
02-19-2014, 12:25 AM
I'll re-post a (sort of) alchemical poem of mine, originally posted a few years back in another thread... Slightly altered... It makes much more sense here...
___________________________

Night is Day and Day is Knight,
Right is Left and Wrong is Right,
Fair is Foul and Foul is Fair
And the Earth is in the Air.

Light is Dark and d'Arc is Light,
Straight is Crooked, Queer's Upright,
In the Gutter lies the Crown
And we're hanging Upside Down.

Still thy Heart and fix thy Wheel,
Nothing is forever Real,
Wind the Reel and drown the Skies,
And forever Nothing dies.

Fairy Queen shines bright and gay
In the merry month of May,
Blink thy eyes and click thy heels,
Bear the wound that never heals.

Hope lies hidden in your fears,
Like the Salt inside your Tears.
In the Crossing Rivers dive,
Drink their poison and survive.

And remember when you think
You have seen and done it all,
That the highest place you reach
Is the place from which you fall.

All is One and One is None,
Two is Three and Tree is One
One and Two and Three and Four
Equal One, n'Evermore.
___________________________

©Androgynus, 2010

Kiorionis
04-06-2014, 06:29 AM
She dance with a twist
And the girl fall off,
She bends at the wrist.

Eight or nine get angry,
Eight or nine talk shit.

Then the girl in white wanders over--
Is she real?

The music starts to blare.
Drowns out the girl with colored hair.
She been lookin, I been aware,
But dont care.

Eight or nine talk shit,
Eight or nine bend at the fist.
Never seen eight or nine twist.

Never seen eight or nine resist.

Resolution comes as often as the girl twists.
Its rare,
But you watch her colored hair in fits.
It fits.

solomon levi
07-06-2014, 11:36 AM
remember to water
your garden of Eden
supercedin' reason
i breeze in a 5th season
with keys in my hands
please understand
i stand under love's branches
many mansions there are
in my father's house
every man's a star
who climbed up the waterspout
or down the rabbit hole
itsy bitsy Alice
in search of a soul
stay golden arborealis
in a fallacy galaxy
crystal palace matrix
mother's embrace is grace
it's spatious
and space is empty
twenty-two paths
nomad up
plenty do maths
but don't add up
you had me at Cadmia
isn't it iron-ic
don't ya zinc?
don't ya blink
my magic's been known to think
along the edge, the verge and the brink
and beyond
I'm fond of love. it grows
from above and below
like roses
right under their noses
but they don't notice
still under hypnosis
ambrosia's amnesia
ekklesia's gnosis
go fish
tag
you're It!

- solomon levi

Ilos
07-07-2014, 05:00 PM
========================
Unleashed from the heart
deep into my mind
what it represents
the soul manifests
The light is clear
with our eyes closed
we can still feel
Its presence, that is near
a tear sheds from the eye
an ocean full of air
expanded with wind
through out for everyone to breath
Now the visions are not yet clear
The mouth tells no tale
without spirit in the soul
Is a monkey without tail
The light is bright
excited in the night
reveals the shadows and
hides the fear
The sun arises, it is here
everything moves, excited
in the mirror of fate
seen with love up from above.
========================

stmoniker
07-11-2014, 09:08 PM
THANK YOU ALL FOR ALL THOSE GREAT TEXTS...

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INFINITY TRANCE SCRIPT 11

INIFINITY... COMPLETE NOTHINGNESS
INFINITY... WHERE RESTS NON-MANIFEST
THE POSSIBLE, PROBABLE, EVERYTHING, ALL
THE COSMIC DAWN, THY KINGDOM SWORN
EVERYTHING, ALL... POTENTIAL

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OCuWYeFInpA



INFINITY TRANCE SCRIPT 22

INFINITY... THE ETERNAL ALL
SHORES OF ALWAYS, ENDLESS HALLS
INFINITE AWARENESS, TOWARDS A CAUSE:
INFINITE ENERGY, TO SET ALL THINGS FORTH...
UNLIMITED CREATIVITY, STRAIGHT FROM THE SOURCE
INTELLIGENT INFINITY, FREE FOR ALL

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A1IHHnqQKOo



INFINITY TRANCE SCRIPT 33

INFINITY... THE ACTIVE MEANS, THE COME AND GO
THE ENDLESS STREAM FROM WHICH ALL THINGS FLOW
THE BOUNDLESS DREAM FROM WHICH ALL THOUGHTS GROW
THE ETERNAL BEAT, NEVER ENDING DRONE
INFINITY, I FEEL LIKE COMING HOME

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KE06BAK-CE0

Kiorionis
09-04-2014, 06:15 AM
It's a delicate weave,
This grid and me.
Mein Gott the clever company.

In service to whom I choose,
Should I choose you?

Alchemy and myth,
Creation and splifs..

Its music and revealing,
I love this feeling.

I love the friendship.

Ghislain
01-05-2015, 01:13 PM
This was a recent post I found on facebook. A wonderful poem if you have not heard it before...or even if you have :)


http://thethingaboutflying.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/old-man-marley.gif?w=630



When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.

Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.



And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.

Cranky Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!


The Truth Behind The Poem (http://www.sundaypost.com/news-views/uk/the-true-story-behind-the-cranky-old-man-internet-poem-that-has-become-world-famous-1.253698)

Ghislain
02-01-2015, 04:16 AM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uiWCrAyJDe8

Ghislain

Nibiru
02-10-2015, 06:13 PM
Hi Ghislain, did you intend your last post to be blank? Poetic either way.

Nibiru
03-07-2015, 10:23 PM
All is One and One is None,
Two is Three and Tree is One
One and Two and Three and Four
Equal One, n'Evermore.
___________________________

©Androgynus, 2010

Hi Androgynus :) Had you considered when you wrote this poem that the alchemical symbol for Jupiter holds the numbers '1,2,3, and 4'? The symbol looks very similar to a 4 as a whole, but when observed in it parts- the four is composed of a 2 and a 1, and when you add 2 and 1 together you get 3. had you noticed this?

http://www.saveimg.com/images/2015/03/07/dqw64BjV.jpg

solomon levi
03-08-2015, 01:18 AM
we hesitate
when we see that there are no footprints before us
but i beg you to take a step
do it for you; do it for the salvation of all existence
leave a mark on this machine
your life is your autograph in infinity
live like you make a difference
for if you don't then nothing means nothing
and everything means everything
and love means nothing and everything
and i can't find myself without you
but i have found myself
so you must be here too
in the secret garden
where dreams come true
for those who know how to dream
and nightmares for those who've forgotten
- solomon levi

Kiorionis
07-23-2015, 12:36 AM
Damn Fox write well. All that noise and chatter come out clean. Come out looking like something the tricksters need.

Grandmother's bell! Make-shift trumpet sound! Red Mountain at the Golden Hour! Fire! Fire! Fire!

"Tonight you'll hear it two planets away." R said indifferently as we arrive at the top of Red Mountain. We're hopped up on joy at the end of a long work-week, and giddily agree. Again the bell, again the trumpets, again making way for things to burn.

The tools of the trade: Fox Goggles so we can see, Tobacco for the make-shift shamans, Peacock Hat for R and D. The Frying Pan and Zine -- once clean, set in the center of our company. Red Mountain at the Golden Hour. Kerosene.

We begin with more bells, the Circle, and the Welcoming of Benevolence in all directions. Tonight is the presentation of Art. Tonight is the Ritual for Fox, and he reads from Grim Love.
The Words are spoke and our anticipation mounts. Where's that Fire we like?
Fox breaks out the matches and D the Kerosene. We saturate the Zine. We light the match and. . . it goes out from a slight wind. Damn tricksters. We light another match and this time welcome the Fire!

The Zine burns for a good half hour. Potent words. We stand in silence the whole time.
SB finds a symbol and points it out, says no water can ever touch this now.
More Tobacco.
Fox and D take up the Frying Pan and walk the circle, smudging Red Mountain.
"We thought it was nice before, but now it's sacred ground."
The ashes are scattered and the unburnt pages kept.
The Ritual is finished, everyone in attendance is thanked.

R was right. Venus and Jupiter are now shining in the West, catching our attention above the twilight.

solomon levi
08-30-2015, 03:07 AM
thinking of a master plan
i think faster than
a flux capacitor can
i'm in the future
i'm in your computer
tutor through time
i'm the vine spreading
ready your mind
divine wedding
shedding layers
surveyor of dimensions
prayer setting intention
suspension on the cross but not lost
exhaust the search
perched* root first in vacancy
it's taken me ages
just to turn a few pages of history
the mystery open to sages
placed before my gazing eyes
what lies inside is more amazing
than i could verbalize
what transpires
if i externalize this inferno?
eternal fire!
same flame, different pyre
rising higher as summer retreats
with winged feet
move to the beat of a different drummer
celebrate the newcomer
heaven awaits
with open gates
for the pearl of great price
my advice is
to sell all your vices for that One salve
so all you have becomes priceless
via negativa
the panacea suffices
- solomon levi

Awani
09-14-2015, 01:02 AM
The Dreamer

Now when we finally meet
Can you remember me?
I was always there
Indefinable
From the beginning

You didn’t fall into this world
The world fell out of you
I fell out of you
You are what you have created
And I am too

I have been looking for you
You have been looking for me
I am always so happy
When we reconnect

You were trying to find me
Here on Earth
Or inside your heart
But I am the Earth
I am the heart

You cannot find me
I am always here
When you discover yourself
You discover me
Use science or use prayer
No matter I am here

I was, I will be
I am all
I am nothing
without you
And you are nothing
without me

We share the dream
But who is the dreamer?

:cool:

Seeker of Truth
09-21-2015, 06:02 PM
i love it
oh god who is all
i love you
i thank you
mystery
mysterwe
trinity
one
won
now

Seeker of Truth
09-21-2015, 06:09 PM
effortlessly faithful
repeatlessly original
flow flows

Seeker of Truth
09-21-2015, 06:12 PM
humility
#onewordpoem/threewordpoem
hashtag
five

Ilos
10-16-2015, 01:29 PM
A dark poem for love

Lets ride in the night,
come take the wings of darkness
be my queen forever in the abyss of abomination.
Crawling through the living dead,
we rise like the black sun
in the night to shine so bright.
Everyday from struggle we find peace,
a strong happiness, enough to destroy the weak.
See through my eyes,
my eviles queen breath the fiery air,
burn my heart, light my desire.
Drink the blood of the dragon,
know my magical eyes,
see the world up close from a far.

Awani
01-01-2016, 01:29 AM
If you want what visible reality
can give, you're an employee.
If you want the unseen world,
you're not living your truth.
Both wishes are foolish,
but you'll be forgiven for forgetting
that what you really want is
love's confusing joy.

Rumi

:cool:

Kiorionis
04-16-2016, 04:41 AM
What misery is for the poet
Never to be heard, but desirous of sound.

The heartbeat and the rhythm of the word,
Spoken true, is more to him than it is to you.

The air is as heavy or as light as we choose.

Cheetah Bunny
04-20-2016, 01:40 AM
once upon a time i lived in a shoe,
then one day it rained and turned my shoe blue,
it became mouldy and wet and smelt like poo,
"ohhh noo, ohhh noo" i said i was so ever confused,
"what is happening to my beautiful shoe"?
i ran outside to get an outside view,
but when i looked back "My Goodness IT GREW"!
into an oddly shaped shape i must presume
my mind wondered, startled, gasped and feud,
as i approached the odd shape steps at a few,
and as i got closer " I nkow, I NKEW"
that my shoe bloomed into a magical mushroom!!

Seeker of Truth
06-21-2016, 02:14 AM
this is that none known moment momentarily momenting
this is that unseen seen unseen seeing
this is that
this that
this
his
is
s

poetry
poe eH! TRY again please
This aint poetry!

You're not even trying, livin' while dyin'
neither always equals either
you never were just as I never was
i'm falling... where's my parachute?

fuck the fucking fuck fucking itself while by thought thinking itself unfuckable always fucked by thought!
poe e try?
Poe said to me; please try as if you don't know tryin' from dyin'.
Fuck it fucked it.'''
Try tried... livin' died....

continue continued
happening happened
imagine dragons; Gold

poe
eternity
tries

3

being the silence between each thought and the silence between each silence....
you know =)

Seeker of Truth
06-21-2016, 02:21 AM
this silence that wont be silenced
this sound that wont be heard
this colour uncoloured

this this unthised
new knew old as it was new-old

Ghislain
09-18-2016, 01:20 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_SekPX8rlQ

Ghislain

Kiorionis
11-25-2016, 01:32 AM
I can see the sun shining behind your eyes,
Behind your mind,
Continually keeping time.

I can hear the words you speak so sweetly in my ears:
"Thank you for looking between."

There's nothing like this dream!
This potential-reality-machine!

But now the tone changes,
Becomes slightly more deranged and
Quickens the steps towards the next process --
Another injection of venom.

I never know how to end poetry..

Kiorionis
12-11-2016, 08:33 PM
The best poetry I've read presents a strange combination.

There's the play of the creative intellect
And the force of an undefinable urge.
The two resonate with one another.

And I don't even care if they rhyme.

Rumi was a master at this.
His Friend the progenitor.
Their interaction an expression of the Divine!

Kiorionis
12-16-2016, 09:29 AM
You keep coming back
To my mind.

You keep reminding me of the time
We stripped down and dipped skinny.

Back then it wasn't so bad.

But now? Well, now I keep running circles
When I shouldn't be running at all.

Back then I thought I knew
What I was up to.

Now I know even more
What I'm up to.

And I still think
You keep coming back.

Ghislain
02-21-2017, 12:03 PM
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Awani
03-23-2017, 01:49 AM
When love comes from nothing

Even if the child has died, its mother is still a mother.
We can laugh with tears.

In objecting we are accepting.
In a mirror everything is reversed.

Are you homesick, or coming home?
No matter where you are, you are alone.

In the solitude of our distinct experience,
we are family.

When love comes from nothing,
love is everything.

When love comes from everything,
love is nothing.

The Sun is not afraid.
An ocean does not have doubt.
A jaguar does not adhere to ideology.
Why do we?

We are not weak,
Simply too rare… that is why we bleed.
No two snowflakes are alike,
but we call them all by the same name.

When love comes from nothing,
love is everything.

When love comes from everything,
love is nothing.

:cool:

Kiorionis
04-20-2017, 02:01 AM
First becomes a stirring
Followed by my murmuring your name.

I called you Human.

Enter The Gentleman on your left
Please ignore his cleft tooth

As it does not determine the intricacies of His fame.

Each and every maneuver
Your voice, your eyes, your speaking.
These are the things He finds so pleasing.

It should be Love you're seeking.

Break now with the rhythm but keep the rhyme.
Break now with the anthem to keep the time.



...I'm sure there's more lyrics somewhere

Kiorionis
06-24-2017, 03:16 AM
I never knew that woman in blue,
Russian by birth with daughters.

Until a man in tan with the Sun walked by,
And found the extent of her mirth.

The Moon was new and the people quite few
When she passed from this life to the next.

She went with a whimper as her heart grew thinner,
And the cold of her life made her rest.

They say Death transmutes
And that life is for use
And this woman in blue was an expert.

With precision and care she crafted her heirs,
Her daughters and grandaughters and sons.

But in such short a time, this woman in rhyme
Met a man from the Sun with blonde hair.

This man knew his name and wanted the fame
But instead just decided to shine.

This man from the Earth
With precision and girth
Was able to pursue her the Time.

And now all that's left
Is the best of the best
The daughters and grandaughters and sons.

May her soul rest in peace, and may she be forever renewed and her name resound. Cheers.

Schmuldvich
06-24-2017, 11:41 PM
Well done, Kiorionis!

Kiorionis
06-28-2017, 12:04 AM
My god girl, the way you move
Influences men into poverty.

The words you speak are twisted,
And therefore twist.

I'd like to see you at your best.

I remember a Rumi poem about the Moon,
He kept the audience in awe
Over splitting the Moon in half with one throw.

I found the perfect rock for you --
If you don't mind.

Kiorionis
08-03-2017, 01:26 PM
With the Moon in view
I would stroke the spine
And find you out

There's a fire, burns inside
Burns inside out
The turning Earth,
The Sun which burns
Is the woman we know without

Now the Moon in view
Splits the Earth in two
And from here the Sun shines out.

Nibiru
09-18-2017, 04:59 AM
Hi, I hope everyone has been well here at the forums. I apologize for my lack of contribution here over the last few years, I've been working on a lot of personal issues. Have recently relocated again, been through a few different jobs, and taking college courses. Much of my Time has been invested in trying to move Forward with my life and I had to take a bit of a break from my Alchemical Works for a while even though some of what I began years ago seems to continue to Evolve. Anyway hopefully once I begin feeling motivated towards continuing my Work again, I will have more Insight to share with you All.

A few days ago I finally found the inspiration to continue working on my Poem/Song that I had shared the first portion of here a few years back. I decided to record what I've completed thus far a few minutes ago, and thought I'd share it here first since I owe The Forums and its members for help along my Path as I was getting started. Anyway here's an unedited recording of what I've come up with up until now. As I stated before, eventually I intend to record this to a musical track and potentially have other Artists featured as well. For now, I will share what I have though this may continue to Evolve more with Time... Thanks to Alchemy Forums and it Members for providing us with a platform to Learn and Grow as well as a place to Share what we Learn as we Grow.

Here is the original first verse, I will share the rest that I've completed along with a video of me reciting it below.


So I've realized recently that I've had a self-imposed writer's block since about 2006-2007, which is around the last time that I've completed any form of poetic composition. A few years ago I purchased a beat from a highly-respected local Chicago music DJ/producer in the hopes that it would spark in me some form of creativity and motivation towards writing again, but the block seemed to continue regardless of my efforts to motivate myself. So about a year ago I worked out a deal with one of my favorite hip-hop artists (hint: I've posted a lot of his music here) to get on the track with me, and have been waiting for the right moment when the inspiration would hit me to actually write something again myself..

I had almost given up on my 'song that never was' until yesterday. I had been devoting all of my time the last few days to laboring in my lab, when all of the sudden the inspiration hit me. I wrote my portion of the song as a form of meditation as I practiced my practical work. Each of the four small sections of the verse are intended to represent a phase in the alchemical cycle. This is just my verse, the other artist(who I mentioned earlier) has also completed their contribution and there's room for at least 2 other artists/elements(4 total with the 5th representing the beat) on this piece. Once the track's completed I'll share it here, it may continue to evolve further before it's recorded but this is what I have so far:

The Lapis:

Past the Blackest opaque, a storm's raging along,
Path's cast in darkness, the king's uncaging his pawn,
Life's design to Find then Shine Divine Light, as the Rings bring the dawn,
From Nothing bursts Life, Spiritus birthed in this song!

Emerald notes devote vitality, while expanding the growth,
insomniac attacks 'Agent Smith's' through their cloak,
lost in Pan's forest, traverse this Labyrinth of Oak,
Old-Tree springs stream of consciousness, through it's roots floats a boat

Sailing waves of realization, ascend Himalayan White-tipped peaks,
Concentric-circles symbolize the Bulls-eye that he seeks,
Crown of Thorns an Antenna, Luna's reflecting her own seed,
Dove's Albedo purity stained Red, the pelican must feed

Scarlet drops of sulfur's Soul, complete the cycle to behold,
Blazing ashes - flaming feathers, sparking secrets once untold,
Gazing the Pool of Self-Reflection along this lost uncharted road,
The Fool's fate's to find perfection, in your vile rejected Stone..

Photonic particles prancing, enhancing prismatic Dew-Drops,
Unite polarities, rhythmic dancing, singular-Sight, Sees the cyclops.

Eyes on The Matter at hand, observing the moment 'till Time stops,
A brief pause, period of rest, Ascending the Pinnacle, Pyramid of Cheops.

Distill Truth from fiction, refracting lenses, dispel obscurities,
Food for thought, wheat from chaff, Transformation of impurities.

Benevolent thoughts, flowing streams, Torches Lit with Vulcan's Fury.
Irrelevant lies, blindfolding Justice, cross-examine Judge and Jury.

Colors blend, spectral splashes, Transmits Knowledge through the Masses,
Love Transforms, a whip that lashes, Sparks above The Phoenix ashes.

Traverse the Spheres, into then Past them, Movement Rotates circular fashion,
Whirlpools whirling, slow and fast then, a center nebula's Divine reaction.

Compassion crying so moist the Sky bends, Salt Ascends the space of eyelids,
Gaia's Breath, tears of Fire, flutes sing whispers, Vivified violins.

None is some, not All is One, the Ball is Square while Ground is Air,
The Bird of Truth, Now Thrice has Come.

An Offering for those who Listen and a Reminder to my Self,
Books from the Akasha that will Not fit on a shelf.

The most humble song ever sung, dispensing Jewels but not for wealth,
A Genius mumble, Words of Wisdom, Patients Now in Perfect Health.

Foolish Magicians, Men Hang with Stars, The Lovers of Earth's tarot cards are dealt,
Vibrations resounding through the Ethers, Transmuting Spirit of Sound is felt.

Need Time for Space within Illusion,
Indeed Wheels are Real, spin-cycles of confusion.

Watches observe unannounced intrusion,
Fixed and Volatile exist in Fusion.

Opalescent Goddess Painting Pigments,
Scarlet Prince imagination figments.

Brush and Canvass form a Union, Sky and Earth with Men and Women,
Prophetic Poetry but Who can See them.

Angels tipping Halos, direction of a Demon,
Is there Hope for Change, refusing to Heal or Free them?

To Awaken from a Slumber, most prefer a Reason,
Gigantic Glaciers boiling, Vesuvius Volcanoes freezing.

Swine feeding Pearls, Kings unclothen, fashionable Freedom,
Vision-Universal, Now Eternal, Exists in Every Season.

Video: (mods, I've yet to figure out how to properly post a video so if you may be able to help, it would be much appreciated.. thanks)


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qXy3o_DUzkM

(Thanks for your help with the posting of the video Andro :),though for some reason when Viewed from my phone the video doesn't appear, so please also leave the link below for viewing from phone, thanks)
http://youtu.be/qXy3o_DUzkM


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Kiorionis
09-18-2017, 11:54 PM
I like how it's evolved!

Ghislain
09-19-2017, 10:23 AM
Thanks Nibiru, Loved it :)

Ghislain

Nibiru
09-21-2017, 12:18 AM
Thanks guys! I'm happy that you enjoyed it, thanks for taking the Time to Listen :)

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z0 K
09-21-2017, 01:08 AM
Well done!

Kiorionis
09-21-2017, 12:44 PM
Thanks guys! I'm happy that you enjoyed it, thanks for taking the Time to Listen :)

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What are the two cards on the right? Is it a tarot deck?

Nibiru
09-22-2017, 08:54 PM
Well done!

thanks :)


What are the two cards on the right? Is it a tarot deck?

Hi, it's the other side of the cards and a carrying box I had to find separately.

Happy Equinox! :)

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