#transmutation
we would rather discern a fleeting renunciation than transmute these destitute ends.. but I grasp what needs to be catalyzed in hindsight.
I wouldn't trade this execrable disdain that echo through the night, cause you taught me radical honesty..
Surreptitiously as these circumstances engrain, you're teaching me accountability without self flagellation.
Persiflage tides that drown these ambition, shows me that our words need to flourish, not erode and to respect your own sovereignty.
The Fabrics of our Anatomy and the center point of singularity seems like a blissful illustration that yields us to stop negotiating with ghosts of our past that haunts our desires for this embellishing entanglement.
A nervous systematic disposition we have here, a conjunction of eccentricities I still have to decipher.
Along with the idiosyncrasies I trace upon the lines of her fragile nature. Adored and abhored alone the same poles we dance through.
As the Incremental waves of beauty and desolate reverberating measures throw my faculties asunder from a structural love, instead of an optional one. Easy to say, the reflection is refractive bound we must learn to adhere to, so I'm done chasing, the dynamic ends as...
The adscititious wavelengths that convalesce Innately in her, disposes her complex anatomical snare that once seemed impeded, to realize the root of this dismal length.. but the intense limerence entailed a familiarity that transverse world's that resides beneath those eyes, a reflection Innately the atoms danced to.
"Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo" ( if I cannot sway heaven, than I will raise hell) for there is no heaven like here and no hell I wouldn't endure.
"Fluctuat nec mergitur"( she is tossed by the waves but doesn't sink) a symbolistic resilience that is admirable.. as our problems root from the mirror tendencies we haven't resolved but peace is the pinnacle of our unfortunate aptness to defragrate our inclinations. This I must meditate upon, and integrate eventually. So we quit burning the seams woven inbetween us and the propensity we once crystallized.
At least it's animating as much as alienating. Until next time.
Where Namaste relatively seems dimensions away but somehow prevalent. Until we cross again.
_ Twins at times feel more intense than intimate.. but I presupposes I'm ready for this hopefully resounding interlude.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 12:53 PM UTC
can't give all my energy
to my enemies
I gotta use it all up
to manifest my dreams
they check my energy
I'm not the enemy
but they don't wanna show me love
or be a friend of me
can't give all my energy
to my enemies
I gotta use it all up
to manifest my dreams
they check my energy
I'm not the enemy
but they don't wanna show me love
or be a friend of me
my thoughts really be sendin me
way off the deep end
manic through the week
then get depressed come the weekend
I mean good grief
you said you like rollercoasters
why you screamin?
like someone pulled a molar
out your mouth
while you were sleepin
or super soakers sprayed you
when it's freezin
this is what I'm used to
why you freakin
out so much
it's such a rush
but I can see you've had enough
please don't erupt
just leave I'm stuck
and wish me luck
I'm in control
I'm in control
Of my mind
And my body
And my soul
I'm in control
I'm in control
These might be lines
You should copy
So you know
We're in control
We're in control
And there's no way
That we'll ever let that go
I have control
You have control
Please don't forget it cause
I'm needing you to know
took a break
now I'm right back at it
now I'm right back at it
now I'm right back at it
tried to escape
but I'm right back at it
now I'm right back at it
always right back at it
I'm right back at it
I'm right back at it
the key to consistency
is making it a habit
so I'm right back at it
and I gotta keep at it
if I'm ever gonna manifest
the dreams out of my attic
so you know what we can't do
can't give all my energy
to my enemies
I gotta use it all up
to manifest my dreams
they check my energy
I'm not the enemy
but they don't wanna show me love
or be a friend of me
can't give all my energy
to my enemies
I gotta use it all up
to manifest my dreams
they check my energy
I'm not the enemy
but they don't wanna show me love
or be a friend of me
oh well...
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 9:58 AM UTC
~Oh! Delicious Death of Self~
your un-Selfing of Life
fermented sweet,
eyes opening,
filling with
| V O I D |
the substance of the
Nameless White Light's
Nothingness,
infinitely
present
Unblinking in its
inescapable
witnessing of
The All of its
not-self
Jan 27, 2023
Jan 27, 2023 at 2:03 PM UTC
Before i met you, i thought i knew love;
that warm cozy feeling that comes from a hug
Before i met you, i thought i knew heartbreak;
when you sob on the floor and your fingers shake
i had myself convinced i’d never be happy,
i searched for any love that might make me sappy
Before i met you i ignored my oblivion…
oblivion.
oblivious to who i was, i created a mask.
a mask to cover a personality i knew nothing about,
a mask to hide all the feelings i wanted to ask.
i tried to fit in with the girls who were loved,
longing for attention, but aside i was shoved.
Before i met you i feared the world,
like every other lonely 14 year old girl.
Before i met you i feared who i was and who i could be;
feared their opinions and who might not like me.
i had heard plenty of love songs, before i met you
and told myself junior high love was real, an excuse to feel blue.
When i met you i needed no excuse,
you taught me to let all of my emotions loose.
my happiness and sadness were, like my name, and deep and free ocean,
you taught me love and you enhanced every emotion.
i found myself in your dark brown eyes,
within them i could see limitless skies.
your big happy smile i’ll never forget,
your whole being is something i’ll never regret.
when i met you came sadness and true love,
a lesson about heartbreak and laughter sent from above.
my angel sent to teach me things school never could,
never thought i’d fall in love, though with you, i would.
i knew you were bad for me from the moment we met,
but curiosity killed the cat, so with you i went.
Now since i met you, “thank you for loving me” is all i can think,
as blood, sweat, and tears all pour down the sink.
But since i met you, i wear no mask,
within you, i found myself, no more questions to ask.
Since i met you, i don’t long for attention,
in my head i remember the help you would mention.
Since i met you, i no longer fear their opinions,
they’re all sheep anyway, society’s minions.
Since i met you i don’t even listen to love songs,
each love is different i write my own to rips of bongs.
Before i met you, i didn’t know how to care,
since i met you, i learned that’s because caring is so rare.
So thank you for teaching me the greatest life lesson,
not every person we meet is meant to be a blessin’
Jan 10, 2022
Jan 10, 2022 at 3:52 AM UTC
I planted wild
Flowers in the night
I shed tears
That embrace the seeds
That will blossom
Into my heart ❤️✨
Jul 12, 2021
Jul 12, 2021 at 4:36 PM UTC
-
It is the courage to touch your pain that will transmute it:
The lamb must face the wolf
to become it.
-
Jun 6, 2021
Jun 6, 2021 at 11:13 PM UTC
stars align in
a blanket of
future snow
dusting time's
plateau with
a smear of
red paint across
the fallen angel's
face shedding
tears in the naked
light from the
hollow of a
mirrored heart
playing shadows
like a work
of art
it's an expansive
drama of forgotten
leagues keeping
memories in silence
between the ravines
of what has and
what has yet. digital
ridges serrate the
landscape of quiet
burdens borne by the
beings of beastly
countenance
counting seven in
perpetuity in honor
of the bell that
tolled so long ago now.
there is a low roar
bellowing from the
womb of novelty
coming to upset the
balance bristling with
charged particles
of transmutation and
flashing in a dance of
lightning from
the void. born from
eternity to create in
time those wildest
dreams from the
darkness of God's mind.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 7:03 AM UTC
Love that is pain, the unspeakable
joy of the heart, a transformation
and here in this world cruel of men,
it is to love that is to suffer;
And so when you love with all your heart
with all your soul, with all your mind
with all your strength,
so is the suffering sweeter the water
deeper the well, dug into the earth
where walked the prophets;
But we can die a hundred times on the cross,
for there is no love that does not heal, and
blessed is this sky under which
such a thing as love blooms;
Risen, we live, when in suffering we die, loving
such is the gospel of love we contemplate tonight.
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 3:01 PM UTC
This time I'm going to do the hermit thing right
Inner-work and self-love from morning to night
Awareness of all my woes and insecurities
Connecting with universal flows and obscurities
Going into my depths, no human interference
Focusing on my soul, not my appearance
Transmuting all my deep pain into sweet pleasure
While turning these dark coals into beautiful treasure
This focus and expansion is serving me well
Returning to my inner heaven, away from this hell
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC
Did you know?
That if you tried to resurrect
someone who's already dead,
you'll create a homunculus—
human transmute,
the same person but with its humanity already lost.
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 7:49 PM UTC
.
One day gone in the long great forest
Of the ancient world, wolves alone
And mighty hungered with true kin
Stalking the tundras of the snow drifts
And all their prey, with cautionary eyes
Moved in heards and flocks swaying
With the sounds of the forest floor
And the spearing grasses. The wolf
Was his own master, free, unbounded.
A great spirit, brother to the moon.
One dying day, when the bushes burned
They came upon the garbage dumps
Of early man. Their smoke was laden
With the smell of fresh **** small skins,
Animals, ended trail, and salted death.
Many wolves circled in fear, their pits,
Only one or a few tasted the left overs
The easy scraps and bones, tailings,
The elder pack would not stoop for.
These few unguarded wolves morphed
And mated with each other, their mane
And fur, soon was tamed, soon became
Mottled and brown no silver remaining.
This was the fall of the wolf, not man
And the moon turned white, when wolf
Became dog.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC
I've become foreign
My mind- evaporation
Concentrated mad
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
The time has come forth to ponder and think,
about the spiritual planes that are reluctantly unforeseen.
Of the dimensions that are surreal to those who use emotion and feel.
The mind creates an undeniable creation that disguises itself to be real.
Enduring and speculating on the thought of consciousness and love;
one will realize the reality of our minds perception defying the dogmatic breeding brawl.
Although our minds potential is finite and cleverly obscured;
we will begin to witness the marching of shooting stars so pure.
Imminently clear, we begin to reach a higher plane of degree.
Meditating to the point where we become one with the universe without plea.
Encompassing the ethereal and uncovering half-truths,
perceiving the ultimate correspondence intelligently and shrewd.
Where will one travel amidst the taunt of death and fear?
To a place that is all well too known, a herd of aimless tears.
Lacrimation will enlighten those when they have fallen in the solstices peak.
To experience a world that was previously known as a philosophical creation by the streams.
Metaphysical questions will mark its toll to the soul who learns to decipher no more.
Otherwise, contentions will cause despair and half truths will then have to bear.
Inducing a different consciousness to a degree not explored before;
one will embark on a alchemic journey of the mental transmutation to the inner soul.
Mental creation spurs the ****** of the universal degree of spirit and mind.
An illusion so concurrent to the law depicted within our eyes alter-mind.
Deception will avail to those who blindly believe they have prevailed;
when attempting to solve the riddle behind the creator of the tale.
By: Michael M. De La Fuente
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC