#sublimation
Don't open your eyes to the blinding tip of that sunrise;
Your pupils are still far too dilated and still so drunken by the darkness that is the night
Don't take a whiff of that morning breeze;
Your sinuses will surely get clogged by the lies pollinating amidst the morning fog
The pretences of your so-called destiny serve only as an agent of blindness through which the ancient scribes of your true being have been twisted and forged into a sad stew of highs unreachable, lows and unthinkable and pains unspeakable.
All you can do is raise your glass and rush to wash it all down with a taste of the hollow hate that remains in its place.
It is a beautiful day nonetheless; so take a seat at the table where the wildness of dreams and endlessness of possibilities have all come through to eat.
But this is what I have to say to you:
Don't fall in love, child of the night;
Love won't set you free!
Lover of stars that illuminate even the deepest most eternal pits of your own being,
Don't fall in love;
Love won't set you free!
You already are all you need and all you'll ever need to be, so this is a warning I'm begging you to heed:
Don't fall in love;
Love won't set you free!
Apr 9, 2023
Apr 9, 2023 at 3:22 PM UTC
Your mind, your body, your soul
Your smile in my sky the light of the most shining star
Your mind high and bright and sharp as the song of a sitar
Your body, flesh of desire, well of pleasure
Your soul, pure, true, in perfectly balanced measure.
Your mind, your body, your soul
All mine to have through infinite threads of real love
Save for the hardened reality here above,
That each absence pulls me back to my loner's trove.
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 9:01 AM UTC
Subconscious vapors of lucidity whisper into the depths of my soul. Pleading Pleiades, daughters of Atlas, exhale mythical wisps that wander in the constellations of my mind anointing me and by their
decree I am Divine.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 11:19 AM UTC
Bleed before I eat,
I must make the carvings deep,
Then cram 'til they fade.
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 10:45 AM UTC
Fire is in his eyes, in the pit of his belly and *****
a fire ball he is, zooming through the sky of desire,
the longing for her transforms in to a roaring fire
within him, it untiringly rages, slowly gets sublime
It warmed him, blood coursed in force through
the veins like a river full of molten lava, with a mind,
he was blazing his trail, with accelerating creative urge
lovers of beauty saw him as a firefly of high skies
brightening vast expanses of inner sky, like none else did
she was the serendipitous spark lighted him thus
the fuel that propels, the 'anima' behind his phenomenal drive
He was burning to find a moment to commemorate,
this fire, his desire for her, not a bit less even after all these years
unexpectedly she appears, at the moment that thought occurred,
she smiled, it's radiance fell in to his psyche, froze as a golden idol,
Wasn't it what he desired? She getting etched as the spirit of a smile!
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC
When I am most confused,
I can feel a profound sense of happiness,
Within debilitating sadness.
It is the sublimation of emotions.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
My mind has been on a roller coaster of sublimation.
Turning to mush as I get called crazy.
Not doing any thing about it because I'm, quote, lazy.
Wishing I could turn back time.
Wishing they weren't so sublime.
Now I'm all alone in the nation.
Nothing left but sublimation.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
I paid homage to Beauty’s altar
Not conscious that is only skating-rink or…
“Downhill ecstasy.”
And still ignorant: how is possible,
Than good God leaving us at pray of Beauty,
Which paralyze those, who sacrifice own fate.
And I fell astonishment and grief
That life is a line of renunciation
Steady expose on suffering our tender senses.
Finally, punish that way: showing others suffering
Whereas ours are just sentimental tears…
Where is the Beauty
Which affect and same time sublimate ones?
Where is the place for
What fills our self
And leave deep inside emptiness …
Who’s going to judge this?
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 12:47 AM UTC