A sparkling key shimmers in the haze beyond my nightmares,
A key to life made of light sets off a conquest,
Mirroring it is the key of the dark,
Which allows my red eyes of illusion,
to haunt someones death or life.
I have been looking for an answer,
Some truth that determines my paths, my ways,
While wandering about aimlessly,
I can sense the trillion elements
Getting entangled within my thoughts.
This silver city of my thoughts,
In in a chaotic state of order,
Spiritual pain breaches its walls,
Guilt and sorrow rain down, corroding the structures I so proudly built.
Where would I be, I wonder,
When this city finally falls?
Unknown, misunderstood,
Book of life, to which I hold the key,
What is the price of a soap bubble?
What is the cost of the first rain drop on the barren earth?
What is the joy in a newborn's smile?
Key to life,
These hands which are weapons which wield weapons,
Can you transmit my sorrow beyond the walls of my heart?
Unknown to life, ignorant of death,
Would you delude me with hope?
And then there is you.
With what reason do you smile,
with such gentle eyes,
Drawing me closer in the web of your love?
I think I can now unlock the door which was always locked.
Because you are the spirit I need,
The demon of pain encased within the angel of love,
You can provide my soul the element of pain and warmth,
Listen to my heart, o Goddess,
Transmutate what I was.
The hand of the Goddess echoes out,
Your love changing my past, present and future,
The burden of my sins replaced with joy,
Which key do I deserve to hold now,
Now that the heartbeat of destinies untold, beat within your womb.
The key to both life and death is slowly being born,
Growing its wings in the loving glow of your flesh.
Developing, as our bond reaches its peaks.
Key to life, I thank thee for this,
For invoking desire and passion in me/
Light and darkness consort eternally,
Angels flirting with demons,
The keys to both life and death hide now in the complex codes,
In the memory of DNA, surpassing time.
It is there sons of Adam and Eve, where my truth lies.

They say the philosopher's stone, can transmutate any thing into anything else, ...this "stone," sounds a lot like the philosopher's mind.

I'll rearrange negative words
into positive phrases
amazed at all the
sorrow filled mason jars
that taste horrid

on borrowed patience..
i sift through an old spittoon
wet to the brim with thick goop
i get sick from the fumes

i face them
the demons i kept in my basement
a case of repressed hatred
my best kept secret

this evening
i was finally able to let go
unloading all that weight off my chest
then my unrest froze

dead in it's tracks
the belt snapped
and that old faceplate broke
releasing loaded emotions
from both my ventricles

it all detached from me
i watched and saw it floating free
i worried someone weak would
catch it though, unknowingly

like a cold
so i slowly sowed a sleeve around
posted a note that reads keep out
and proceeded to research alchemy

"how to transmutate
lead emotion into gold"
though nothing would hold
so i prayed and presto it decomposed

In my fairy garden
the bubbles fly so high
they blow into the atmosphere
and neutralise the sky

My fairy bubbles help my skin
they soften and they glow
they transmutate the sea-life
till extinction bids them "Go"

My lovely fairy bubbles
take my washday blues away
they saunter down my plughole
and drift into the bay

They poison and they modify
with each outgoing tide
They brighten up the logos
in the land of paranoid

Well my whites are so much whiter
since I bought my fairy friend
I give no **** for politics
I flush it round the bend

My clothes must be the cleanest
like the ones on my T.V.
A speck of dust a fleck of mud
is social leprosy

So lets all use our faries
and wash our blues away
let's forget about the ocean
and the price that we must pay

As the sea-life gets much rarer
from the toxic fairy sludge
ask yourself some questions
give your conscience a little nudge

This is the land of plenty
for all and not just one
Your cleaning and your preening
are blotting out the sun

"......for hands that do dishes
may one day grab your throat....
....buy Mind-Need-Fancy-Snake-****....."

the moon was up in aura gold                                                                                suffused the night but in the tower                                                                          blockades light by windows old                                                                                 maketh for a gloomy hour                                                                                            which crept upon the day by stealth                                                                          sunlight stolen by the flowers                                                                                          with mysterious magic they transmutate                                                                  light in to multitudinous powers                                                                             neath tower gold enchanted grove                                                                          far flung daisies roses bloom                                                                                     'gainst the dimming of the day                                                                               at noon a sight on which to swoon                                                                               and through the twilight darkness crept                                                                   as flowers bend their heads to sleep                                                                            yet light of day their treasure fuel                                                                               the fire and fury they get to keep

You are walking ******* ambrosia with nectar running through your veins
And I am an American God

**** me up into your ******
Fill me with fear and hatred and disgust til I burst like a bubble inside you
Filling you with laughter and *** and every last drop of innocence

Then I will eat you from the inside out
And you will toss your head back and laugh
And you will seize with anger and pain
And you will be forced to transmutate
And you will feel emotions you should not have ever felt

And you will give birth
To a new son