"skews" poems
Radness
The Philosopher’s Stone is not just a spiritual metaphor but an actual substance that can transmute lead or mercury into gold. The Stone is a product of Alchemy. Unlike chemistry, which only deals with physical matter and energy, Alchemy makes use of etheric and astral energies to reconfigure matter at the quantum level. Alchemy is to chemistry what a cube is to the square; it is a superset of chemistry and is capable of so much more.
How Etheric Energy Overrides Physical Laws
Alchemical achievements require successfully gathering, concentrating, and multiplying etheric energy. When this energy reaches a critical threshold, it overpowers the normal laws of physics and allows seemingly miraculous processes to take place. I believe it does this by biasing probability. By amplifying the probability of minor quantum effects, which are normally limited to the subatomic scale, they manifest on the larger atomic scale. In this way, one element spontaneously transforms into another.
The world around us is made of subatomic particles that regularly undergo unpredictable jumps, teleportation, bilocation, superposition, and other strange quantum behaviors. Why don’t everyday solid objects do likewise? Because the random quantum jittering of their subatomic particles collectively average out to zero. Think of a large crowd of people; seen from the air, the crowd as a whole is stationary, even though individuals within the crowd move in seemingly random directions. It’s because their movements are random and uncoordinated that they average to zero net movement on the whole.
The world we see around us is merely a crowd of subatomic particles whose individual quantum jumps aren’t apparent because they average to collective stillness. Physical laws that govern our everyday world, known as the deterministic laws of classical physics, are merely the laws of the crowd. These laws are what’s left of quantum physics after the unpredictability is removed through statistical averaging. They are not absolute laws; they are just the most probable manner in which matter and energy behave.
Physical laws can be bent. While the probability is incredibly low that enough coordination and coherence develops among the quantum jitters to manifest on a collective scale, that is exactly what etheric energy does. It alters probability and thereby skews the laws of thermodynamics, gravity, electromagnetism, and chemistry.
Alchemy does not violate the laws of physics, nor does it always follow them, rather it bends them as needed. It operates upon the quantum foundation from which these laws arise in the first place, via etheric energy affecting the probability of quantum events.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC
There's a golden sunset in my head.
I go there when the music swells,
I go there when the nights are dead,
I go there when I think of Hell.
I smile at what is evil,
And spew laughter at the hearse.
The sunset skews my vision,
And I had thought that it made me worse.
I try to draw the golden water,
So that maybe you could drink it to.
I try to describe its every contour,
To try and give the sun to you.
For the sunset's in the car chase,
The sunset's in the bar,
The sunset's for the horsemen,
And all the stories that went too far.
I paint these savage pictures,
That never seem to catch the light.
And I marvel at my failure,
With bitter re-reads in the night.
But the sun is still there setting,
And there's time to catch it yet.
Even these words have escaped me,
But I can always try again I guess.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 8:28 PM UTC
If you're tired of carrying such weight,
that droops your shoulders and skews your gait
That you feel numb from the pain of the past,
and every new problem leaves you aghast
If you think you're one of the condemned and shady,
because your troubles come and never leave,
listen to the story about this young lady,
and then thank me for what you shall receive
She comes from I know not where,
and she goes I know not when,
spell her name, I know not how,
and speak to her, I know not what
Be not deceived thou yet my friend,
for she does not hide what others conceal,
she lives her life like an open book,
and every page has something to reveal
But what makes her unique and what makes her rare,
is how she oscillates between fun and care,
she looks at black and white in the same color - red
and that, I guess, is enough said
You may think she is born of privilege,
but let me tell you that is not true,
she gets her share of joy and pain,
trust me, she's just like you
And just like you she's afraid of insects,
and ghosts and ghouls and all that stuff,
but unlike you she doesn't run away from fear,
and unlike you she's pretty tough
So next time you feel like it's too much to bear,
and you feel engulfed in fires,
just read this poem and once again,
think about the girl who inspires!
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 10:46 AM UTC
The nightfall smears a biding shade and plume
as Nyx complexed the clear diurnal day
and skews the stoic lensing out of gloom
alike the hearted Eros, wrought his sway.
How still the specks of frost on balm and reed
like stars arranged in view for crystal eyes,
and glazed upon the tips; a sweetened mead
which lovers strive in truthful, purple prize.
A sullen stratus coats the idle orb
succumbs the amber beams to patchy lure,
and from within uncertain skies absorb
a kindred duel; dreamers must endure.
Tonight, the morrow, all thereon to be
to ardors flux; at night is when to see.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 2:57 PM UTC
Dear soulmate,
I met you once
You were standing
So was I
We talked,
Mostly with our eyes
Not then said I realize
I thought maybe
You said no
So again it was just I
I met you twice
This time sitting
I figured this time friends
Friends we were
Time came along
And as it does made me realize
I've loved you along.
Its to bad time skews
And separates
Those that maybe are meant to be
Its a complicated world
But maybe I'll see you
A third time around
And know I've loved you along.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 1:01 AM UTC
I am in love with you,
Love.
I want so badly to need somebody,
To be the somebody that they need.
To commit my whole heart to them,
and for them to commit their whole heart to me.
Too often do I love the idea of a person,
Rather than seeing them for who they really are.
Love intoxicates and skews my vision.
And it tears my heart apart.
Oh, I am indeed in love.
Not with him and not with her,
But with an idea.
The idea of loving someone who is deserving of my heart.
The idea of loving so fiercely that our spark will never dwindle
I am in love with you,
Love.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 5:40 PM UTC
We change over night
As the darkness chills us to the bone
We become stiff with bitter memories
That once seemed so right
Milky twilight revealing our faces
Casts soft shadows over once pithy edges
Of what is in front and what is behind us
The thickness of night skews our surroundings
Perception misconceptions grant us the right to stare
Our hearts are told to beat faster by stagnant movements in the distance
We are not the only bitter creatures influenced by the night to play
Because it's easier to pretend to see something when nothing is there
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 9:21 AM UTC
Amazing what
Never cleansed
Dirteous skews-
Appall us
Appealing-
Glurveous revealing-
Tippled *******
Cinched
A lack
Unnerving
Loves
At you.
✊
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 3:11 AM UTC
When winter comes, the game is over
Until then
I’m tilling the soil, in preparation for the final score
Cordiality
Before the fertility of an ordeal, which grows into the bigger picture
Displayed
Splayed open in awkward moments, momentum picking up
Dust
Doesn’t this dirt, do something… creates… With no need
Of creativity
It just becomes… Nativity bourne… Energy from the stress, stretchin
Gravity pulls
Subdues the aborted missions… Missing the survivors
One
In a million, peal through the milieu, and skews
This present
View of manure, that manifests in the festivities that brings out
The most
Beautiful black rose in spring… Arose from the black
Beneath
Neither I nor you can undue, growth… Destruction just makes room
For something
Bigger to become… Cometh the comets to renew the stigma…
Butterflies
Kiss the bees… Better fly before the sting… Before the sting…
Stung
Death becomes the unlikely pair… The pear drops, to its own despair
This pair
Dies… as the flies, cover the corpse, cadavers and carrion
Carry on
The merry married marred, and in the spoils, spring new life
Young maggots Detested by the world, enters ignorantly blissful, and springs…
Underlings
Lingering beneath the grips of hatred, when it grows, with its
Hundred eyes
It still wont see the picture… distorted kaleidoscopic optics stops it
From seeing
The whys, the wheres, the world, the web
The spider
That sits beside her… and ***** the life out her
The outer
Casings, the crust, the crevice, the crack, the core,
We see
Explore, excavate through the dust of adam, and reach the hot magma,
The lake
Of fire floods the land… and destroys another civilization
“Welcome to earth…”
Jan 12, 2011
Jan 12, 2011 at 3:18 AM UTC
Were you colorful or was I just using crayons
Were you outgoing or did I just forget your outline
I'm looking for new colors to help me keep your ambivalence aligned
Wrestling with art skews shapes into hues
I painted me into the pictures too
Am I just washed out or am I using a lot of blue
You're running away and I'm left here confused
Did I forget to use glue or was I just used
I thought I had control, but you were drawing too
I drew a house around me, with a corner too
I forgot what season it is
I'm losing color, I'm turning into a silhouette
I lost my thought bubble in the last month I can remember
It was June.
The only thing I have left is a question mark
That I'm trying to bend into a sword
But I don't have the same crafting supplies that I drew with you
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
I believe that
Memories turn on themselves.
Just like the subconscious.
It takes what you don't want
To think about
Flips it
Skews it
Presents itself in a most appealing
Adam and Eve type manner
Then pulls it away.
This is for hands left unheld
For days left uncelebrated
For calls not made
Words not spoken
Dreams not lived
Tears shed when no call came at midnight.
Tears shed.
This is for falling down
That spiral that you swore
Was not for you
Too bad you don't get a choice.
Tick tick tick
Time is slipping
You're wasting time
Can't you see that time is
Melting through your fingers,
Falling through the cracks because of
The heat that pounds down on you
And your uselessness, your waste.
Your memories will turn eventually.
They were once shiny and new.
Appealing. Hopeful.
Now, they crumble like
Decrepit walls, abandoned homes,
Like hands left unheld.
Blowing away in the wind,
Nothing but ash.
Something so beautiful turned to
Something so, so hated.
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 11:13 PM UTC
Admittedly it's true.
I am biased over you.
Rose color skews my view,
while there's nothing I can do.
My predilection dears?
That's you!
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 10:27 AM UTC
It was a colorful town on the river down.
Full of promise, white fences, green fields and rainbow trout.
Pearl snap purple striped shirts and shiny silver belt buckles.
The sound of classic twang rang aloud from speakers abound...
Seeking ever-present pink cheek disguises and marigold sundresses,
Light's intent never bent by heaven-sent country curves so supple and round. Repent.
No surprises to speak of,
No stresses less be told.
No rumor-fueled chuckles,
No sleek compromises,
No barely fair careless hot messes...Yet to unfold and demise us.
The night calls,
The sun falls,
the moon's face crawls high into the above dark space.
All is peaceful and quiet by the day's review and so defines this place.
On cue, old is devoured by new.
Dawn again.
So abruptly & suddenly skews the universe.
Every curved dress is swooned to pine and guess.
Roy G. rides in, out of the blue,
painting the whole town red,
in the yellow high hot of the day,
with a country mile bright white smile in kind
and black heart, leaving a broken heart pile behind.
Mr. Biv slips out in the black of night.
His indifference blinding beyond the spectrum of light.
by R.Craig David-09/2015
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 8:14 AM UTC
Roaming reckless snatching all there hexes putting them on I.
Just to see through my eyes the curses and disasters that happen.
Forever more the alchemist of the black art.
The curse, the spew, with sound, deadlier than a poisoned dart.
Fan entangled in webs, jet black.
Spider so enormous, why is it so fat?
That's what she said while in bed waiting.
Faking a performance, for this one ****** fan.
Tanned man, she bagged and holds the dollar, so paper skews and
she becomes the baller
Top dollar climbing buildings, being held by king kong does she live long?
Maybe
Just like the rest I undressed my mind
Studied it.
What I found is I am so **** fine, flying high thru skies so blue I'd call me a Legion because I roam with might and fell into the deep blue, cast out like demons into the deepest darkest blue, seeing eyes look as I write might entice the mights and powers.
I devour the enormous spirit fear me because I don't fear it, I only fear God Almighty.
But I know he guide me, taking me to Wonderful, it's exciting.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
Your mind will never be free.
A smog of emotion, you, and me
pollutes perfection;
a strong conviction
for x, y, or z
makes truth hum vaguely.
Fear and the whole **** mess
skews secret subconsciousness
Confounding our dirt perfection,
our galaxy-star-dust-energy-affection.
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 4:00 PM UTC
They tell me I am disordered
That the disease skews my vision
But I can't help that what I see first hand
Rings more truth that expert opinions
A battle of logic
A reassessment of my past
Solid justifications?
Or am I with in the wrath?
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 12:44 PM UTC
Funny,
How tragedy skews your perception of time.
You think I would remember the month,
Or at least the year,
I pulled her out of that den for ***** desperate destitutes,
Trying to escape with help of Crystals and Mana.
It was cold.
Is all I remember really.
Perhaps that's a way of my mind tricking me into thinking,
It never happened.
Her crazed howls from the gurney still echo in my head.
They tell me other wise.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 8:09 PM UTC
Nature – with impeccable force – blows the air around Her,
Her breath dancing on a mirror
like a ghost in the evening.
i cannot see Her face – She never
looks me in the eye, but still – the fog
skews my sight and hides the
blades of the grass and bark of the
tree. i am struck by these wonders,
like the bloom in early march; my
grief leaves me as easy as sight
did in this condition. now, in the
morning, i can only offer my navigation
to a certain extent. i still stumble,
and the anger bubbles like the early
stages of boiling. i rub my eyes
hoping this dream will leave me soon,
knowing that the only way to break the spell is to reach out and wipe the mirror
with my hands
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
Life; a tale written only once
Engraving history a slave to time
Moments leaving lingering fragrance
Memories painted in the minds eye
Enchanted, by emotions that stay
A new narrative
Life short and lived
We all hope our footprint escapes decay
Roads travelled in convoy or alone
Wind through vast and changing landscapes
Some fleeting moments marked by milestone
Stand out against the backdrop that time drapes
Sadness alters what's seen through windscreen and rear view
A journey retraced
Moves at swift pace
The image blends, distorts and skews
We can't comprehend
Can't pretend
Can't amend
Time has its own rules
We abide till the end
Grace and beauty; paint them evergreen
Let vibrance take hold
Turn history gold
Choose to let goodness gleam
Happiness changes what's seen
Through windscreen and rear view
A journey retraced
Moves at swift pace
The image blends, distorts and skews
Yesterday is in the rear view
Tomorrow offers no preview
Today won't last very long
Be somewhere that you belong
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 10:35 AM UTC
walk forward, one step
fall back , two
spring jumps
winter skews
keeping a cadence
of an army
bring it back
the beat , down
chants from where
the peace
is hewed and chewed and spewed
in a cadence
a beat of love of peace of new
ferocity asking
who is in accord who is with
this beat
of a new season's cadence.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
Preferring traditional order is a conservative trait,
While liberal views new ideas await.
The extreme rednecks state,
“We’ve always done it this way;
There is no need for change.”
The liberal response,
“To not conceive or desire a better mousetrap
Is unnatural and strange.”
As an individual, I do a balancing act
Looking to improve
Yet staying on track.
A community of individuals now compounds those views,
And cultural difference furthermore skews
The many balances that now abound.
Ethnocentricity too may found
In individuals pontificating to others in a nation
Complex issue views that affect many
With what sociologists call
“The power of the situation”!!
In waves of political sensation,
They seem to reasonably call for new legislation.
But beware of too hasty a decision!!
What seems right at the time
Due to momentum and chime
Ushers in socialism!!
For new law after new law in hasty accumulation
Leaves band-aid upon band-aid
In poorly thought frustration,
And instead of a solution’s well organized plan,
We find we’ve just been chasing our tails again!!
In the United States of America,
To have resolution we are so blessed
In its masterfully crafted United States of America Constitution,
In which our founding fathers so eloquently addressed
The positions of philosophy and conviction
Applying to individuals’ situations – whatever the mess!!
So, who is conservative in today’s political scene?
One who closely aligns with and supports our US Constitution
for sure,
One who defends our individual rights
that our US Constitution secures,
And one that conserves our nation’s resources with respect
And uses them sustainably where possible
Rather than exploit for a few
With (to spite the rest of us) the view:
LET GREED PREVAIL WHAT THE HECK!!
And finally to round off my top four,
The national debt a true conservative cannot ignore!!
An investment is fine and well recommended
Especially to boom our economy,
But continual escalating debt
Cannot forever be
Lest our children be sold into slavery!!
And now to our beloved Commander and Chief:
I’ve criticized many of his first year approaches, manner, and means
More than what he tried to get done,
And now my beefs have subsided somewhat it seems
Now that I’m seeing a more presidential presence than in year one!!
A great State of the Union Address and CPAC superb nobody denied!!
And with the NRA, as a conservative, we’re both on his side!!
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 5:43 PM UTC
It doesn't matter how far I look
I see puzzles at every corner of my walk
the Only difference between them is
Some can stand still and some can talk.
Flowers have a different problem
Trees have a deeper issues
Animals have some wild thoughts
And we have our social skews.
But we have an unique solution
Which we keep ignoring
Occupied by rule of food chain
Thoughts of Single dominance airing
It doesn't matter how far I look
possibility of solution heaves
To blossom together under ruthless sun
With no notion of disbelieves
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 12:58 PM UTC
In that moment
there was a feeling.
It burrowed in
and condensed into a tight ball of dust.
Then it exploded.
Spreading out.
Reaching tentacles to far corners.
Wrapping roots.
Breaking pavement.
A chemical reaction of the volatile kind.
A thorn coated call.
She was shook.
Mistook a sly smile for a grimace
and took to the cold.
Ice plated girl.
Overlooking from an ice plated terrace.
Her vantage skews the scene.
She trembles
and dreams in red.
Silly girl.
Forgot of such things as shears.
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC