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"alchemized" poems
THINK SATIN, not silk and make it sheer black. RUN IT slowly through sensitive finger-tip skin. Black satin shimmers. FEEL IT creamily smooth like alchemized liquid. Black satin scintillates. HOLD IT cool against lips and breathe slowly in. Black satin stimulates. TRY IT sensuously folded for more sinuous cling. Black satin slithers. WEAR IT bravely, accentuate bedtime's nakedity. Black satin satiates. THINK SATIN, not silk and make it sheer black.
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 9:38 AM UTC
Think Satin.
*with words fresh in time uncanny to the point               gift wisdom and support            under need undefined                     shining light  in scribe darkness           stranger  alchemized  to  love*
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Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
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Periodically atoms interchange,       Alchemy is tested, Never truly explained, Spending his time, Searching for the, Golden molecular change. Love is lost, Feelings are forgotten Covalence the cost, For exploring possibility, Finding the base, From which to, Synthesize and erase, Time is wasted, And never cherished, Family leaves him, Hes gone mad, Pursuit of gold, Taken the toll, No turning back, The alchemized soul.
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 2:49 AM UTC
The Mad Alchemist
God's call To implement love In a loveless world . Be strong dear For your enemies are menacing But they hold no power over you As long as you remain Connected to the Vine . Wash your hands clean, Valiant one Chosen one Truth seeker and Truth finder You have come upon the spring of Life, Let it cleanse you of your double-mindedness, Of your sin . Step into the light, Noble one My brave dear For all to be revealed Your secrets of shame Are deemed powerless Your shackles have alchemized Into sparkling dust . You are free . Now Step forth on this journey.
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May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 2:54 AM UTC
LOVE IN ACTION
A simple “Hi” which ended up with friendship A seed of trust which grown into good fellowship A simple care that touches a heart of stone A bliss which sprinkles for a new morn The forgiveness and acceptance of one’s flaws The humor that triggers to fly bows The voice which alchemized into magical song The phrase that made one’s spirit song Those simple things that you gave and share This made my life into glare You’re just like crayons in my life This causes me to shine and be alive You’re not just a simple you But a good friend which full of amazement too A good friend with an enchanted heart And led me into a new world of paradise I’m glad that you are given by God You are the camera when I’m sad I was hoping that you will stay Regardless the world might blow away.
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 9:57 AM UTC
Turns to friendship
You were the crayon suddenly to my little empty box . With what I drew & coloured my dreams so often ; On paper with folded edges You gave me blues and hues ; alchemized into a treasure map To find solace in temporary places Roses & thorns were still to love ; In an endless landscape You never asked what was it , That I was painting all along But then you were fulfilling all You said “ draw all your dreams, and we’ll dwell in those together “ ‘Cause yours & mine are the same.
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May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 3:53 AM UTC
Together we create magic. ☂️
She opened her heart with too much force. She gripped it with fingers from both hands ripping it apart revealing too many fragments of her soul. They spilled out with too much momentum and ended up sprawled out on the floor. Will he notice the precious fractals of her sweet spirit crushed and broken on the ground? Will he step over them? On them? Or sweep them under the rug? Does he see the masterpiece that just destroyed herself from being too daring too close to the edge? She has too little patience to leave it up to him what to do with the wreckage displayed. She carefully picks up each piece mindful of the sharp edges and new angels. She borrows sap from her favorite Pine. Blends it with gold dust powder borrowed from ancestral strength stored in her spine. Applying this sturdy paste she meticulously reconstructs the segments of her discarded gift into an alchemized transformation. A Kinstsugi treasure with a new reservoir inviting the love she has for herself which can never be too much.
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Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 2:59 PM UTC
Too Much