"crystallization" poems
For a creation was devised of the purest and simplest elements in life
When the calming and smooth sensation of water caressed your bones, it carved canals of strength along the way
Your skin crawled and crept past your defined chin to bind with its lover
and when the tendon reached the muscle, it fused in an unbreakable relationship
Baby, the sight of your eyes shatters the crystallization of the finest glass
And your voice pierces the night fog leaving a path for only you
The kindness of your heart poured into the rivers to feed oxygen to all of those who depended on it
Your body contains the same carbon that creates sparkling diamonds
The majority of the oxygen is the same element creating tornadoes, or when fused to hydrogen to make a hurricane
Do you see how powerful you are made?
Your soft lips are the same lips that can produce sound in an empty canyon
Your bones are the base of your embrace when you sweep me off my feet
That mind is the exact replica that discovered how to survive the times that were a bigger struggle than planned
Despite all of these acts, how simple or extravagant
You are the perfect arrangement of atoms that hold my hand when I am scared to carry on alone
And the same arrangement of atoms that pull me close and kiss my lips
One might say these actions, however small, have a stronger effect than any hurricane, or tornado, or diamond
For you are a creation devised of the purest and simplest elements in life
And you are completely mine
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
?
Ten days of silence
Then you whisper a word
A single puzzle piece
Is all that is heard
So cryptic, so soft
And what does it mean
When ciphers are scoffed
And wisdom obscene
?
!
Just hold it and wait
You’ll see one fine day
A lightbulb will light
You will see the way
Things fit in place
In crystalline form
The sear of that face
And the dust, and the worm
!
.
The art can get wet
And the artist can see
If the hand can forget
That the master is free
When playing the part
Of the folks in his game
With sight for the blind
New strength for the lame
.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC
***Ensnared in
the crystallization
of web's
intimidating deception,
superficial spider
met its
duplicitous match,
whence the improvised
contortionist morphed
forth from its chrysalis,
spun midst grandeur
in triumphant
survival of flight's
sheer inception***
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
Maelstrom of emotion emboldening an eye opening betokening of an attitude full of alluring arousal
Walking thesaurus as fluid as a notable chorus playing in accordance with an authentic Baroque performance; silver-tongued eloquent deliveries enthusing an amusing musing
Roaring reassurance of being on the prospect of procuring central evidence - the preciousness within choosing a gained conscientiousness approach promotes an unadulterated antidote
Introspection of one’s predilections stirred the modern, robust direction toward the recollection of a pristine, internal haven nurturing relaxation and crystallization.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 11:37 AM UTC
The crystallization of thought
leaves behind tiny granules,
like diamonds, reflective and
geometric to fit together.
Sand to glass
for a window or
fun-house mirror.
Brain grains made of waiting,
of watching.
Recognition of patterns recorded.
Faces in old photographs,
"Look! That's me!"
The big picture, stitched individual pixels,
light thru the film
projected on a wall,
fuzz of dust on the vinyl.
Motes of knowing
floating
but tough under pressure,
and in the liquid of pure,
transparent
experience,
soluble.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
“Synesthesia is a neurological condition in which stimulation of one sense involuntarily triggers experiences in another sense. This means that people with synesthesia may see colors when they hear music, taste shapes when they read words, or feel textures when they smell certain scents. It is a rare and unique phenomenon that affects about 2-4% of the population. Synesthesia is not a disease or a mental disorder, and it does not interfere with daily life”
would sell my soul
cheap very cheap
to have this kinetic
blessing
think of the life
of love’s illusions
you could sketch,
the intersection
of all the senses
in one glorious
syntax
speaking of the
synthesis
of perfection moments
to decorate ordinary existence
for others
to be a human filtering
kaleidoscope
this poet’s word~world enthralling,
mesmerizing
*imagine a love poem
erupting,
the sound and the fury,
the volcanic coloring heat
upon your flushed cheeks,
the symphony of
tiny erupting pinpricks*
***when first you
kiss
the great love of
your life***
For everyone to
understand,
persuasively share,
the exact ecstatic crystallization
of that single second as well as you…
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 3:46 PM UTC
The Natural World is not so benevolent.
Though, I don't mean that it is malevolent,
but with things like Disease, Entropy and Radiation,
I would say that the odds certainly are not in our Favour.
Yet, here we are.
An act of sheer Defiance
to an otherwise inanimate Reality.
A Being of Reason, Creativity, Interpretation, Intuition and Consciousness
observing the cold assumed lifelessness of the Crystallization of this Epoch of Energy.
I speak not of the benevolent and malevolent Energies
which perhaps permeate and flow through this Reality,
but those, to me, don't necessarily qualify as "Natural" in this sense;
they are super-natural, para-natural, or hyper-natural. Pre-natural, even.
I speak of tangible, scientific, here-and-now "Reality"; whatever that means.
Matter and the Energies we know of that are subsets of it.
Gravity, Electromagnetism, the Strong and Weak Nuclear forces.
This Physical Prison of Godself; like a physical Dream
from which One cannot awaken until Death.
Perhaps not even then? Who knows?
Who are we, who yet live, to say?
Maybe it's a case-by-case basis;
but, in any case, I digress:
The Natural World is a Force to be reckoned with;
it holds the Powers of Sustenance as well as Annihilation
yet we so take it for granted and **** pillage and plunder it evermore systematically
That's just bad form.
Conciser Reverence
though not religiously so;
merely giving Thanks to
the Forces which sustain us.
Respecting
the Forces which sustain us.
Earth. Sun. Water. Air. The interplay of these things.
The Plants that give themselves to us as nutrients
as well as the Animals that do the same.
The fact that you have a left and a right Brain. A Body and Mind.
That the Sun rises each Day and you're born anew with it in ways.
If we truly give Thanks
for all of these things and more,
our perspectives will enlighten a bit,
and Reality will become wholly Holy;
Holistic:
and we can finally begin, again,
to move on.
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 12:12 PM UTC
slow formation of thoughts
the crystallization of metaphor
like smoke
like making rainbows
into everything
breaking white light
into color
in the
black
free-floating subjective
realities
convect around and through
an empty space
the objective objective
purpose pole-star
centering concentric
star flung
peoples
all watching
the light that seems to shine
from the void-hole in the
galactic middle
great bending
spectral lender of
experience
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
Hurricane Mathew
I ask a third or fourth time,
When is it supposed to hit?
I ask
one second time later
But it's the
New day
Not a one
And not a
crucial
piercing
blue day
A simple tiny little
You
Day
Reformat
My mind from memories
Thinking then
Then the thought
making steps
a bit more pleasant
Healing the try and burning the gauze
For a brighter
(And th3n)
purified future
The outcome father,
Has me quoting melodies
Closing my eyes
So that now I am seeing
My childhood's house burn
I chew the candy now
Pink...
... moving lobes
Moving...
the boys scratching your newly
(Insert ****** possibly insectuous) painted siding
And that wasn't remembering
That was
(Or is it now)
Over and over
And it's over
Oh so oh oh
I mix my mediums
You've made a mistake
I mixed my mediums
Betrayed by blood magic
A sequence of sounds
The pen
A barn
And my
((And mine alone))
Crystallization
.
I wondered once
And surfed
I lied once
And shivered
I woke up
And spoke once
A pool of blood
((Nurses telling you))
It's a lot of blood
And the drummers shake
My death
My . .
I wish to say
My pen leaks
Wish and pray because of Saturday
So today I stay
A madman
Oh...
so
mad
Man
Breathe wind breathe .
Breathing.
Win.
Win but breathe.
The shorter term breeze
And you'd say (I hope)
There he goes again.
Argh she blows.
Again.
And I continue this
A death without
A death tasting oh but so foul
Picture me as I stay asleep
A microphone's pop
Ad
And the sweetest feeling of kissing me
Not knowing
I cramp too soon
And I hide
bug poison
In my thinning hair
But what is that?
Virulity is
And power....
And all of this....
It is abracadabra
It is alakazam.
Life is a few minced words..
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 9:08 AM UTC
I see you as a burst of ocean mist
******
Into a nestled and worn monument.
Breathing over a humming terra nova
slowly etching away the noveau stone
You are the water tipping
about the crystals
of lone rock husk
freezing and seizing at precise locus
Then expanding about the form
Edging it to molecular capacity
before it heaves heavily - wedging
A simple puzzle lain right beside its obvious match.
The edges might be roughened
but you can tell they belong
They lay there beside one another
echoing curve and angle
of that which they once clung crystallized
Now they lay beside one another
braving the same storms - and shifts of land
but having different drops of rain fall
about their own dynamic crystallization
and different animals walking over them
and different blades of grass clinging densely
in the padded earth beneath them
brushing
Sometimes bridged together
by an animal astride the two
they are together once more
Over time they burnish into fragments
and dance about the creek beds
and about the base of grass beds
and again - though maybe temporarily,
are together again
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
Ingenuously accepting an invitation to transformative crystallization of this divinely interwoven experimentation.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
Ostentation
Out of creation
And without translation.
We are doing bad calculation.
Love isn't about adaptation.
Even if it has a long duration
And even if you feel that vibration,
With a big declaration,
I say, before love, our life is a speculation
Of our living recreation.
I feel it in my crystallization.
And with my own fascination
I do a heart reservation
With my calm respiration,
Without any communication.
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
i know you like that.
i know you like that.
i know you like it.
i know you like it.
bubbling treble on the eardrum's hibiscus-smelling
lobe.
crave me.
red-blue yellow follicles frolicking on the echo of a stain.
you have always been that moribund ****
and i am deathly ill.
i saw the crystallization of your emotions.
watch them shatter and break and dance.
whisper to me
goodnight
ultraviolet.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
Amidst the passing time, a twinkling and ephemeral sparkling
I'm a believer that keeps walking, to carve his memories of it into the world
Having dreams that no one else can, I cast aside the things I don't need
Feelings that I won't surrender reside in my heart
There is still a gap between ideals and reality, even though the shackles of sacrifice prevent my feet from moving
I can't suppress the overflowing urge, because my heart is very wanting
"Lies", "fear", "emptiness", "grief", I'm not so weak that I'm
Gripped by all these kinds of negativities, I'm a trickster who knows no solitude
Flocks of buildings stab into the night sky, look up to the sky in which I can't see any stars
I ask myself "aren't you lost?"
The city is smeared with overflowing things
It's not something that's unrealistic
At the end of the road that connects us to the future, I want to see what I've got in my hand
Closing my eyes, I float on the sea of my senses, and envision it
The day that I have my ideals within my grasp
It's accepted in this world that "righteousness" has it's limits; and withering is foolishly the same way
Something that no one else has, toward a crystallization called "myself"
Piercing through simplicity, one day it will change into reality
I want to continue to obstinately believe, it's just my faith. The absolute truth.
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC
Unusual feelings colonized my core
Unusual heartbeats race their way out of my pores
My body tries to shake peculiar sensations away
Skin glowing with sweaty drops going insane
Nerves breaking
Hands shaking
Nervousness took over by surprise
Never felt like this around you
My heart sounds like an excited child
Running around like a fool
Wondering when's the time to open the presents
That's what i find myself doing in your absence
Counting the days, the minutes, the seconds
Counting the stars in the sparkly skies
Reminded of the crystalized diamonds in your eyes
That light up every time you see me smile
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
What is the sight of blood?
The essence of our mortality,
The horror of our brevity,
The factory of harmony,
Nourishment
life
awe
of, in the soul's home.
The Journey:
You can explore the extent of your boundaries,
Even transcend, but not without punishing balance.
Tipping, favoring a side, pulling it tight until
The Breakage:
Crevice filling to the brim, trickling to the depths of the
unknown,
awaiting, translating
Crystallization as the realization of the
personal scheme, the ego's circus, the mask-maker thrives,
the cultivation of sorrows contrives the demise of
Our own Evolution of sighs.
CRYSTALLIZATION
The process of modern self-identification.
We must fill a mold,
Originality must fold and
Collapse into a labyrinth.
Choosing to choose the options listed in front of us,
Never looking around or inside us.
What a clever game,
Self-aware while we remain ignorant essentially.
Climbing the hills, ladders, slides, and valleys
Without choosing to excuse ourselves
To a life without the conventional rides.
Perhaps, it can be no different...
The rose grows from the ground,
Some hidden, some found.
No ears, no sound.
We cannot fly.
To gravity, we are bound.
It matters
What matters
(it matters? what matters?)
For what exists has an opposite.
For what is freedom worth without captivity?
Where would passion be without apathy?
Wind, earth?
Peace, bloodshed?
Comfort, pain?
Fury, forgiveness?
Decay, fecundity?
Fundamentalism, atheism?
The world, our world, is a world of opposites.
Our building blocks are composed of
The Paradox.
A balance of what is inconceivable and actual.
Tip the scales, and Bleed.
Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 9:37 PM UTC
that moment of clarity,
of understanding,
of the crystallization of abstract into tangible,
when two worlds explode into one
and you think you're complete
but then,
inevitably,
time changes everything,
and,
inevitably,
you're alone again,
and it's only then that you realize
you were complete to begin with
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 11:53 PM UTC
I can't say
my voice has been stolen.
Only frozen.
Somewhere between
the solidification
and the crystallization
was a frigid realization.
Sometimes the magic just doesn't happen.
at the 32 degrees.
Sometimes sciences takes a back seat
to the once-broken, since mended knees.
The mind will fight
but the pen still scribbles a right,
or a wrong,
or something recyclable taken away yesterday.
Now-parallel incomprehensible darkness.
with a voice once frozen.
The light will relentlessly hide
as the rain will inevitably fall.
The frostbite will blacken,
but
you
will
stand
tall.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
Find me time.
Imprisoned in my minds time
Forced to move forward when thinking of the past
A thought from the crystallization you defined
The future is a cloud of thoughts waiting to last
Yesterday someone stole me like a crime
You'll find it when a signal is cast
Mystical happenings unlock the person you are to find
I am a Captain of my own ship but the winds and the mast and I sail forever and that is my task
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC
Sabbath 7:31am Jan 11, 2025
<•>
For later, forecast proclaims:
snow showers for much of the day,
but in our temperate clime, rarely
do we get inches or feats of accumulation,
but it will be chill enough to turn my
heavy duty “Icer” navy coat to its
whiteout version, where the flakes
individually attach themselves to
to fat fabric for self-preservation,
displaying their distinct DNA patterns of intricate crystallization artwork on a
gallery of me…
assuredly, some will attach to eyelashes
and extruded tongue, perhaps inhaled,
in nostril and open mouth, as I employ
all my senses to retain, retrain, my brain,
to walk alongside a saltwater estuary that
welcomes every flake as a long lost son and
daughter, who has returned from its prodigal global journey around the world, to melt back into a mother’s currents embrace, returning
home to my patch of briefly occupied spatial, white palatial existence
I anticipate the taste of snow to be a
multi~flavored cone, souvenirs, accrued
while globe trotting, with hints ofAsian
spices, on a riverbed of Italian red
peppery tomato sauce, the crusty
spicy fabric of the fried chickpeas of the Middle East, the cilantro stinging of Latin continents,and pretend that my nature
wetted cheeks are so because I cry & walk alone, sadness flavored, wishing I could partake of this snowy journey repast, with you by my side, for how much better would this global travelled whirlpool repast of white ice and scented airs, tastes if it could be joyfully shared
but I am by myself,
sensibly refused companionship
by others, and my
voyaged meditation now,
well ended,
well recall,
Whitman’s Song of Myself (1) conclusion:
“**You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me,
You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self**”
join me?
Jan 11, 2025
Jan 11, 2025 at 10:57 AM UTC
Think nothing of water which percolates,
Liquid evaporates.
Such are the forms trapped within themselves,
Meaningless rotes.
By formlessness corporeal,
But with materiality intangible.
Forlorn immolation;
Condensates re-saturate, only different.
Incongruent crystallization;
And they say there is change!
By factors invariant,
But with sums nonconstant.
A laugh is a laugh, verbalized or written -
It's still the same fundamentally.
Tears are tears, dribbled or scribbled -
It's still the same in essentiality.
By elements unproposed,
But with totalities nonexistent.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 2:49 AM UTC
maybe we could take a trip to one of those musical roads
that are cut to hum a tune
let our ears buzz away the dark thoughts threatening
slithering, come-hithering
slide inside my wisdom teeth set on edge
til my voice is honeybees and my throat a hive
now my whole body is a single note i can't sing
and my spine is b flat since
silence used to be my blinders but now it's garroting gas
and you keep telling me
that existence leans towards chaos as inevitably
as the force of crystallization
and the neat order we enjoyed is diffusing
and the bees are disappearing
so let's just be friends.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
Plodding through these piles
Such a pit I've dug
Longing all the while
For a pang or a tug
A seed for creation
A speck to commence
The thought's crystallization
To throw me from the fence
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 7:59 PM UTC
As the solution cools
the molecules slow their stochastic dance
and the liquid is less able
to keep the substance dissolved.
As a threshold is crossed
the power of solution fails
and atom by atom
molecule by molecule
the substance crystallizes
plane by plane
layer by layer
the form of the substance
gives rise to a growing crystal
revealing in its structure
the nature of itself.
Nov 4, 2024
Nov 4, 2024 at 10:09 AM UTC
Why the Hell I have to be sadly horribly lonely sung a song not about you unaccompanied my **** metal baby **** When we both can not be amused by eternal wisdom crystallization of every minimum substance's emotion break? I became my own wisperer, who shall never be anyone else's tool of *** and God.
I am going to open up before one's eyes the juke box of my love, by singing my false blues to all the inflatable dolls wah wah. Hit it honey play the rest of behalf, me! 6 notes rapidly with every snore piece let me be your eccentric fantasy. Come on keep pretending that you're just a poverty of thought. You ain’t gonna fool me my white cocoa weld me and wolf in the dark.
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 2:03 PM UTC