"transmute" poems
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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
Dear diabolic debutante / Spawn of the unfathomable abyss of blackness / Daughter of dreadful dead desire / Black-shrouded sinister sister of celestial gloom before whose imperious gaze the heavens fall silent / Whip-lash girl-child of the graves whose pallid visage kindles the myriad infernal fires / Autocratic vampiress of lunar doom whose winding-cloth enfolds the thousand horrors of blood-drenched nightmare / Thou that wanderest the cypress-crested hills of funereal necropolises / Whose icy glance cracks the ungraven tombstones of utter desolation / Empress of night and madness / Who stalks the locked and shadowed hallways of unhallowed thought / Whose burial-boat glides the still waters over Lethe’s silent depths to the unglimpsed isle of eternal mourning / Whose parapets tower above the fiefdoms of quotidian banality / Whose flying buttresses overlook the Stygian waters of the forgotten drowned denizens of damnation / Whose unshackled dungeons open to worlds of regal splendor / Whose spires pierce dark skies where oblivion buries the ruined cities of revelry under the drifting clouds of leaden time / Oh maiden of melancholic alchemy whose petrified passions transmute base metal into pure gold…
May the gibbous moon of equinox shine its baleful eye upon you; may you tread in sacramental calm the winding starlit paths of somnolent cemeteries; may my unmixed metaphors unveil in delirium their parabolic mysteries before the smoldering altar of your uninterpretable allegory; may the favor of your scorn forever lay me out, embalmed, undead, on the cold stone of merciless reality. Behold: in cryptic script of spectral apparition, in tracery of coded illumination, amidst the dawning rays of torment I write thine unknown name on the threshold of daylight. And from within the mortared wall of self I speak forth from my sepulcher the Sibylline utterance,
unsought, unheard, undreamt:
JUST WANTED TO SAY ‘HI’ !
☻
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
Transmute from lead to gold this crooked soul.
Memories of times old create the whole.
I am unashamed to stand before God.
My spirit naked, covered with dirt and sod.
You did this to me yet I rolled the dice.
Forgot to check the trap - my fatal vice.
Dabbled with the darkened void in your heart.
Should have known it was rotten from the start.
Betrayal makes for a more grounded man.
Locking his emotions into a sealed can.
So I raise my head in bold defiance.
And slay that "God" with cynical science.
© Copyright Mr. James P Machen 26/08/2014 for viewing only. May not be replicated.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 6:58 AM UTC
Rather than
allowing Oneself
to get upset and flustered-
lashing out in negativity;
seek to transmute that Energy
into beneficial positivity:
set out to make it right.
Such self-discipline is truly auspicious.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
The government is like a feeding black hole; ******* everything inward into a swirling vortex until everything reaches one simple, conformed point; singularity. Instead, transmute yourself into something else, something much stronger than the tug of gravity and explore the outer reaches beyond the event horizon. Become unique and delve deeper than before.
Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 4:48 PM UTC
Grief
is so often
a harbinger
of repair
if only t'would be welcomed as such!
Aye,
t'is but a matter
of sheer Courage:
of Willpower;
to consciously transmute Grief as such!
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
Because we are earth.
Because we are not here
And nature over there.
Because it is a dysfunctional mental habit
To conceive of ourselves as separate
From the flowing energy of the planet
- the air, water and nourishment -
That we transmute to our own energy.
Because we set aside a day to recall
How dangerously mistaken it is
To treat as a lowly inexhaustible slave
One that is both single-minded parent
and sustaining comrade,
Worthy of love and respect.
- fr
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC
in our rocky mountain vistas
and certain landscape
paintings
our imaginings are captured
sometimes clear and ordered
in others stormy patterns
hiding then revealing
dark and jagged forms
almost hearing the hawk's
invisible circling call
imagining ourselves on
precipitous mountain paths
blown by shifting icy winds
vertigo and dark crevices
fearsome obstacles foreshadowing
impending loss then
most suddenly we return
to our observation places
warmth safety comfort
as before
our imagined landscape fears
now engulfed transformed
within a joyous
pervading light
a jolting new experience
mysteriously named by some
as the sublime
the word a gentle quiet
merging
of beauty and twin terrors
fear and loss
might we then find
in this our landscape viewing
a rehearsal
for life's dark confrontations
and on a promising day
enfold transmute and
with ecstatic labor
discover true beginnings
new births
reaching this time
a friend
we know and name
our sublime
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 11:51 AM UTC
I come before you Yehoshua
with my hands lifted up in holiness.
All I ever have is my faith in you.
You know my heart,
and my emptiness you know.
You understand my feelings,
and my follies you forgive.
I am renewed and recreated daily,
transmogrified into a new creation
like I've never existed before
because of you Yehoshua.
My weakness are before you,
my past you erased and forget.
I am nothing without you because
you are my strength Yehoshua.
Your presence is comforting
and reassuring for you are
my glory and my salvation.
All power belongs to you.
Everything fails when you
are not with me.
You are the breathe within breathe
for your Spirit dwells in me.
There's no joy within without
your presence.
Your touch restores all things,
and cause everything to heal.
We cannot fully worship you
when health fails,
restore our brokenness Yehoshua.
Your supremacy confounds the heart
of man for no one can challenge you.
You reign as King in the castle of
my heart where you dwell in Majesty.
The glorious beauty of your existence
transcend and pervades all things.
You transmute the gross material
from nothing into gold.
Every created things ever made
resonates to you.
All creatures above the earth,
in the earth and,
beneath the earth adores you
and sing of your glory.
Your awesomeness is a wonderful wonder.
Thank you for everything that you do.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 6:14 AM UTC
Purely noumenal or epistemologically maieutic? Existentially transcendental transmogrification, transmute, transude, transubstantiate. Spiritual apercu’s incarnate. Infinite possibilities eidetic prospectus perpetrates incorporeity ideology’s perfectible ontology. Elan vital’s entelechy’s apotheosis. Psychic clarity’s evolutional ascension. Perpetuity’s adamant tenacity. Sentience’s inevitably irrefragable logistical tactician. Preternatural’s ostensibly immortal fecund. Yes, lie with me and I will indeed proceed to exceed the parameters of your mind with mesmerizingly enrapturing ecstatic euphoria. Sublimely surreal futurity fatidic and decadently arrogant blatant flagrancy. Incorrigible atrociously impetuous impudence, pusillanimous no. Enthrallingly endearing sensually demonstrative flirtatious flamboyance. What’s to extravagant exorbitance portray……… exserted protuberance’s indefatigably indomitable. Sexuality’s infrangibly latent virilities, erotica erectile errantry’s hubris! Feral phrenic frenzied ***** salaciously seductive.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
falling
unfading
timeless
towards paradise
fingertips streaming
spirals of howling light
beyond the speed of ecstasy
flying blind
knowing unseen
the unbroken strand
that binds two
through boundless halls
of celestial wonder
skimming across astral seas
split the surface
peel back the facade
plunge beyond the deep
spread your wings
for me
envelope me
ride the cresting wave
rushing inside of you
through my tantric eye
we coruscate
and transmute
constantly becoming
infinitely and intricately
being
converged
Aug 20, 2022
Aug 20, 2022 at 10:52 PM UTC
Each one of us is a set of shifting molecules that transmute in atomic form and are continuously reborn within this anatomical uniform
Composing of two hydrogen atoms and one oxygen atom bonding together at birth - making up a significant proportion of living organisms on earth
Born submerged in the adorner and refresher of the world; the building blocks of life magnifying congenital unification intertwined in this oxygenated blood of mine.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
In a world of my own construction,
reality bends to my will.
Ancient secrets of ancestral blood
transmute to its inheritor.
The voice of eternity whispers my name,
carried on winds of rolling laughter
to my ear, waiting.
Naive enchantment behind child eyes
is transformed into something magic,
but real; second sight becomes
second nature.
Soon, the joy behind my eyes will return,
forged in inner fire and whetted with love.
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 10:48 PM UTC
pebbles
over the eyes
beautiful vacancies
and folded hands
our true home
land of inanimate flesh
gray skin
in sunken grave beds
and operas
theater of mice
while tumbled hair still grows
we are already dead
waiting for the flaming barge necropolis; to
shuttle seas raven
vanishing point
age; a slow erasure
the mind still wreathed into the torrents of life
morals transmute into desires lost
every inhalation
a going going gone
the only savage kisses;
crypt tongues slow unwinding
allusions of a destiny abandoned
forgotten
from niggling chatter
and the price of a chicken
bathing in a tide pool abyss
of inked black teas
i hold fast
losing steps
a worn animal, waiting
till sanctuary comes
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC
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The spiritual and corporeal depths of your beauty
transmute cliche into novelty,
ridiculous hyperbole and silly fantasy
become literal reality.
My paltry verse shall always fail to convey
the way in which your beauty imbues me with conviction.
All of your incomparable charms,
have conquered my doubts.
I wish only to be with you,
and to dwell together with you
in the luminescent radiance of our love.
When our bodies meet
we release a heat that burns like a thousand suns.
This weary countenance of mine
is transformed in an instant
when you smile at me, and tell me
you love me, as much as I love you.
And I laugh, because I know it can't be true.
How can anyone love me as much as I love you?
And yet,
You do.
I feel such power coursing through me,
when I think of our love.
With you I become everything,
without you I am nothing.
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 11:46 AM UTC
Now for Iberia the Goat trips the Swan
To expound his Potentials his Win compete
His Wing - now Healed - placed Earnings on his Fawn
And ensure his Feet leave Imprints complete
Though needed it be keep Sweets in his Box
To open once his Strategy proclaim
That by Politic break Legs with the Fox
And sap one's Owl of its Senses declaim
Sport or Savoury either Ties relay -
May your Holiday Cheers by Random bless
Sustain Tomorrow; Else promote Today
The Road to the Gold your Instincts progress.
Should Hands for Wine toast; Cheer for Moment's come
Will my Handles flip; Transmute Wine into Rhum.
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 5:33 AM UTC
I blew a kiss and you smiled
Your heart shook in tremor
Won't you admit the vacancy?
It's like a field of football
Ball bouncing from sides
For whoever holds it wins
A repressive defence chains
Diseased denial cog wheels
Mind played, tongue slated
Sublimation of eager emotions
Compassed in all directions
Comprehended ridiculoupsity
Sinking stilettos drills deeper
Barbed wire erected to fence
A barricade of a no wait zone
Hedges cut, trimmed to invisible
No allegations stains to appease
Peace to transmute,a game changer
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 1:59 PM UTC
Don't waste perfectly good loneliness.
Don't waste it on the wrong person.
Don't even waste it on the right person.
Don't waste loneliness during the day,
When there are things to be done.
Don't waste it in dreams at twilight,
When there are dones to be thinged.
Don't waste loneliness at night
When your time should be your own
And could be filled with anything
Other than everything you're not.
Take your loneliness
And denigrate it.
Crumple it. Crush it.
Throw it in a blender.
An industrial oven.
Take it out
For a few drinks too many,
And a few more after that;
Lull it into a false sense of security
That congeals with its drunken state
To create a blinding dichotomy
Of vulnerability and arrogant invincibility,
So it suspects nothing
As you lead it
Down a dark alley
And beat it to death with a brick.
Have a too-close-to-call
Fight to the death
With your loneliness
In a public toilet,
With it almost getting
The better of you
Until you smash it
Teeth-first
Off of a porcelain
Sink basin,
Before dragging it
By the hair
To a cubicle,
Where you hold its head
Under the toilet water,
Long after its body stops convulsing.
Do what you can
To transmute
Your loneliness
Into solitude,
And wear it.
Inside-out.
Back to front.
Upside-down.
Right side up.
Wear solitude so well that
It ends up wearing you,
As its skin.
Use solitude to learn thyself.
To feel thyself.
To know thy changing self.
Let solitude remind you that
The existence of loneliness
Begets the existence of
The antithesis of loneliness.
So definitely don't waste
Perfectly good loneliness,
Especially if you're forgoing
Perfectly good hope.
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 2:30 PM UTC
Speaking One's mind
isn't always the best idea.
Sometimes, One is much better off
keeping it to One's self.
Try doing what I do:
carry a pen and notebook all the time
and write down those thoughts;
transmute thy darkness into a muse.
Make it constructive
rather than destructive,
lest it poison your life
as opposed to enriching it.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
She text at 4 a.m.
A long forgotten lover,
sending scrambled messages
from beneath.
She is probably drunk,
yet still, my heart is fraught
with worry and uncertainty.
I wish I could transmute my feelings,
eradicate her shadows,
forget she existed at all.
Sadly I can’t.
Her ghost clings to me
like a second skin
rising, her reflection
only serves to
color and confuse me.
Why can’t I forget?
Why is she still a part of me?
Nagging unanswered questions
walking in the deep.
Yes, she is
a haunted memory,
slowly draining me.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
Flee the scene;
Mind, take cover - No!
We must abandon ship.
The battle is lost,
Cover will not save you now;
You must let go.
As the depths rust the ship,
Its living moments reorder and recast;
Transmute and alter.
Its iron-cast reality dissolves away;
It is no longer your ship,
It is no longer your memory.
Now you may float once more,
Undburdended, unhindered - unknowing,
Until the next screaming vessel
Meanders by...
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 2:21 PM UTC
Transmogrified through the written word,
I see myself through his agate eyes;
Shall I take up then the sin of pen,
Transmute smooth paper
To invisible sighs?
Secrets suit him best of all;
A blackness from which ink disappears;
The word written down remains only a whisper,
The heart has it's stalwart lock and key
Which safeguards well it's timeless tales.
For he's the unturned phrase of a day,
Which empties deep into me my own;
And the faint, far echoes slowly returning,
For a thousand years:
Bedrock of my soul.
Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 12:40 PM UTC
The idea is to illicit a thought
in hopes that that thought will transmute into a mechanical action.
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 9:48 PM UTC
1.
My mother hates me!
My father hates me!
Oedipus screams to the
stealthily silent Sphinx.
He scatters riddles like laurel leaves
waiting to be braided into
a playwright's crown. It is too
grandiose to fit his cracked. cramped cranium.
His unconscious mind flies open
like the Sphinx rocketing to the sky.
Sacred haunches soar. Wings beat
steadily to reach titanic heights.
Blind to his murderous fate, Oedipus
cannot know himself. Before the
Delphic Oracle, his life shrivels,
unexamined by his bleeding eyes.
2.
Freud exults in triumph.
Maternal love births eternal love:
endless comfort and affection
for the newly bloomed beloved.
Soon, comfort metamorphoses
into feral eros, unspeakable, unthinkable,
beyond the bounds of catastrophic evil.
Submerged desire sullies the chastest kiss.
Jacosta embraces her son
as her new living king, her husband's
royal blood bubbling brazenly
on the bitter road to Thebes.
His hands stained, Oedipus strives
to transmute his trauma as our own.
We become him when Freud deigns
to interpret our darkest, direst dreams.
Blindly, we mimic him: carnal union
with the mother, lethal rage against
the father. Mourning Becomes Electra
beckons to the wary second ***
3.
The Sphinx belies its own riddle:
How can prophecy spring from
the sculpted, smooth stone
of these perfect *******
Only blind Teiresias plumbs the depths
of Oedipus' fate: Judgement lies blinded,
action lies blinded by the ventricles of
violence, the twisted telos of the mind.
Humans sin against the world, against
nature, siphoned of joy. They sin without
a sacred perch to rise from. Blood and *****
mud and blindness fashion their Oedipal souls.
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 3:21 PM UTC
Do not talk to me of your version of God
One that personifies God by egoistic mind
For ego by definition is Exit God Out
For your personification of God
Does not resonate with my knowing of God
The hell you believe I will burn in
Is the heaven I will transmute all my sins in
The hell you believe I live in
Is my route to heaven
The hell you believe in
Will drawn you in an ocean
Of guilt and shame
Keep your fears to yourself
I can no longer entertain them
Do not talk to me of God
When you want me to silence my soul
God can never be silenced by your egoistic minds
Let me redefine for you ‘كفر’ *
Let me redefine for you ‘blasphemy’
It is being a slave to your ideas
It is being a slave to your mind
It is being a slave to your concepts
It is being a slave to your fears
I am not here to be a slave to human minds
I am here to be a slave to my creator
His breath gave life to my body
I am not here to worship your fearful mind
I am here to worship my creator through my heart
Do not talk to me of God
When you refuse me the right
To exercise my divine gifts
Do not talk to me of God
When you rob me from free will
Divinely gifted to me at birth
Do not talk to me of God
When you rob me from exercising
The gift of freely speaking my mind
Do not talk to me of God
When you forbid me from listening to my heart
Yet forcefully enslave me to your mind
Do not talk to me of God
When you fail to accept me
Do not talk to me of God
When you vilify my shadows
Do not talk to me of God
When you fail to see my divinity
Do not talk to me of God
When you deprive me
From the experience to witness
The limitless capacity of my body
Do not talk to me of God
When you reject parts of me
Yet God accepts all of me
Do not talk to me of God
When you fail to forgive me
While God offers me eternal forgiveness
Do not talk to me of God
When you abandon your son after he sins
For the God I know
Will never forsake his son
Nor shame him for his sins
Nor will he love him less
For the sins he does is the forgetting of self
When one acts against his self
Do not talk to me of God
When you fail to embody his love
For you have yet to know God
If you still refuse to embody his divine qualities
Do not talk to me of God
Till you reflect his unconditional love, grace, mercy, forgiveness and acceptance
Do not talk to me of God
When you sexualize my body that he has created
Do not talk to me of God
When you shame my body
For the sacred red fluid that flows out of me
The body that gives birth to his creation
Do not talk to me of God
When you separate me
From divine creations
Do not talk to me of God
When you justify killing
Yet vilify love making
Do not talk to me of God
When you normalise violence upon his creations
Yet shame the pleasures of love between his creations
We will not be silenced
By the barbaric volumes of your egoistic minds
Our divinity can never be a slave to your fears
You can not fears us into enslavement
Our divine faith runs deeper than the fears that hijacks your minds
Let us love each other
While we both try to experience God
Let us love each other
While we both try to understand God
Meanwhile I swim in the ocean of grace where hell does not exist
Thank you for being here - NwK
Oct 5, 2024
Oct 5, 2024 at 10:15 AM UTC