"transmutations" poems
we are sacred and scared just the same as ever
the passion and the rage never seems to dissipate
what shades and shadows shape our souls
the hourglass flowers towards never-ending spirals
humans are blessed with their own fragile memories
like spades and sparrows they dig holes and make nests in the sand
though we have escaped the trails and trellises of our transmutations
on trade-winds we still must sail to reach our destinations
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 2:23 PM UTC
she gets you
always a rattle before she strikes
vitality
immortality
in vitro
wisdom
intrinsic
are you starting to get it?
Gaian
getting high in
something not in short supply
the serpent’s vine
so divine
initiate
awakenings
transmutations
and healing
sharpening intuition
bringing to fruition
and feeling
earth medicine
grounding and connecting
dimethyltryptamine
a single entity
going round and round
seeking peace
the snake of life
she gets you
always a rattle before she strikes
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
Magnetic Contaminations & Audiotronic Visions,
Sublimating Poetic Transmutations Of Her Catatonic Provisions,
Primordial Metamorphosis Of Her Synthetic Overtunes,
Revealing Self-Perpetuated Biotic Tunes,
Protoplasmic Sparks In Her Cryptic Eyes,
Condensing Into Labyrinthine Whispers & Mortal Butterflies,
Myriad Phantasms On Feral Nights,
Fervid Effigies Under Moaning Lights,
Phantasmal Echoes & Mystic Whisperings,
Catalyzing Crepuscular Skies Under A Moonlit Spring,
Spiritual Crafts & Her Supernova Screams,
Evaporating Molotov Solution Of Her Liquified Dreams,
Untouched Realms & Her Ecstatic Overflows,
Refueling With Fantasy Effects Of Her Verbal Glows,
Arcane Stains & Her Floral Clones,
Primal Profanity Raining Over Her Coral Throne,
Handmade Essence Of Her Still-Born Eternity,
Recklessly Serenading Through Her Lacteal Galaxy,
Hypersonic Dreams & Venomous Virility,
Tampering Her Ionic Revelations Of Exquisite Hostility,
Progressive Factuals & Her Motionless Serenity,
Invocating Her Violets Serving Blue Infinity,
Apparitional Mirrors & Her Immaculate Misconceptions,
Weaponizing Fireflies In Whisky Perceptions.
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Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 8:22 PM UTC
with iron bolts rust-fastened to her copper face,
her brass eyes only move her pupils elsewhere far,
resolved and steel-willed she has left my side, her place,
her gaze and love for me now hang upon a star,
cold metal forged within her furnace blasted high,
a permanent visage no more will feign to move,
her thoughts aloft so far, the sight of her so nigh,
she's stopped the stopwatch of my time to prove,
amazing how the human flesh can turn to steel,
how fascinating transmutations quickly peak,
how one so loving woman quick unlearns to feel,
how one who knew no silence quick unlearns to speak,
unraveled slow to tatters, now we've come undone,
i sleep the moonless night that's lost its living sun
(C)2012, Christos Rigakos
Jul 29, 2012
Jul 29, 2012 at 6:20 PM UTC
Does my poetry still hum with happiness flared?
A resonating joy that captures the heart.
Rapid revolutions and clarity paired
Within a perfectly disconcerting start.
But I rarely ponder the good and the well.
Instead, transmutations of the pain pour forth,
Preferring the brilliant fall than the swell.
Yet, a childlike giddiness provides warmth.
I can muster in the mire for a cause;
I am prone to capitalize on the pain.
But a burst of elation requires pause
To control this hope I can barely contain.
Ache and joy create the same amount of art,
But I'm ready for my share of the joyful part.
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 1:44 AM UTC
A tempest is brewing
Beneath our soles.
Coerced many massive mountains
but sundering them not; consuming them.
With eons unequaled,
With few fathoms measurable
yet measuring the unfathomable.
Unrealistic fables,
As a dragon in a cavern,
Perhaps infernal heathens... ludicrous claims, yet
No soothsayer's transmutations,
No reviser's adaptations,
Nor squabbling between politicians
could surmount to the tensions amassing beneath us.
Are we at pinnacle of the world?
Only if one's ego is at True North,
Merely the surface, unfurled forth.
But as molten iron dwindles slowly outward into hardened crust
As does man's manifested quest for greed and lust
So if a monolithic magma pool ever decides to ******
Hopefully it will gather a rather miraculous gust (it must!)
Distrusting the wicked, while sparing the just
As quickly as water turns ephemeral steel to rust.
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 11:13 PM UTC
Take an ancient iPod
(click wheel!),
splash a few words
on Craigslist,
wait a short while
and it transforms
into fifty dollars
which morph into
a bottle of fine
Tennessee whiskey,
a haircut, cigarettes
and change.
Economists call these
transactions.
Alchemists called them
transmutations.
I call them proof
that miracles
still exist
in the ordinary.
I will now
have a drink,
light a smoke
and luxuriate
in just what is...
~mce
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 7:10 PM UTC
Futuristic streams of destiny pulling portions of soul into one
Separated bloodlines undergoing transmutations within the sun
Bright coronal plumes change the nature of a living cell
Dipping in cosmic rivers of magical kinds, we cannot tell
Still forks of alterations keep a fated path ever divided
Left to those not third eye blind finding a way to fight it
Gripped by ultimate knowing trapped inside amnesic holds
Lost within the greatest cipher of every ancient story told
Drift into multiple realities after losing sight of the first
As trans-dimensional Beings usher in the brink of a new thirst
Love and oneness are the signposts on a well worn road
All have traveled before, repaying the universe what we owed
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 9:52 AM UTC
I shift
endless transmutations
infected with miff
subtle causings
ceasing in nothingness
directing
my oblivious being
towards
the inevitable
void
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 8:33 AM UTC