Alchemy

My consciousness expands to allow this drama of the mind*

I am all alone this time around

and from the jaws of self seclusion, I can still hear

your poignant song, through the bars-

bleeding through

that faded divide, between waking life

and the whimsical fate of illusion

There's a poison in the utopia of your kiss

A chaos in the tender whispers of bliss

The burn of infidelity fills pages and spaces in time

and stars fade with each new inclusion, each rhyme

The bitter ache of truth is a sting of mockery,

robbing me; the true hue of the blues. 

On and on, I know

That plastic perfection was never you

I'm falling fast in the expanse of my mind's great below-

Metamorphosis- receding in the grasp of gray undertow 

And in this mild mirror of being, finally, I see

That my heart is an aching testimony to

The limitation of words, the soul's alchemy. 

Author's Note

(Drama of the Mind- from David Mack's Kabuki; Metamorphosis)

WIP.

Reviews

[Muse]

The metaphor of "alchemy" is perfect to describe one's soul. Alchemy is one of the world's greatest mysteries...yet so is the soul.

"that faded divide, between waking life
and the whimsical fate of illusion"

I feel like I walk this tight rope often....the mirage of what we want to see....some days it just doesn't mix well with our reality.

"That plastic perfection was never you" Once again...we only want to see the facade...but does that make us so terrible? We do what we must to make our daily lives more tolerable. I see, feel, and understand the conundrum within this piece...well penned my friend.

[Kristallo]

Thank you, Muse. You've absorbed this with such accuracy and intuitively. In my daily life, I often feel waves of this sort of surreal, dream-like state. Do you ever have a memory that you aren't sure is real, maybe it was a dream? I addressed that sense of separation here, being unsure between the reality of sleep and waking life. The person I described is someone who strives for perfection, someone who follows the crowd in a sense of desperate need to belong to a group, to be a part of something, because they are so afraid of not belonging. Loving a person like that IS a mockery in a lot of ways. But not everyone is comfortable in knowing they don't belong to a sect or group, to be okay with being your own person, being strange, deep or complex. It isn't as bad as society would have you believe. Thank you so much for reading and taking the time to review.
xoxoxoxo

[Kristallo]

*intuitiveness

[Muse]

that person you speak of...was "me" I broke out of the mold a few years back when my supressed thoughts found the art of writing. Be patient with them, they will find their way. And I agree, that it should not be "their way" it is superficial and placid. To find peace with the ying and yang within....no matter how dark it can be....it is a difficult thing to do.

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

my words go fractal before I can catch them
I need to take a nap before I review this properly
I know I should wait to write, but I'll write now

[Kristallo]

Bongos! I've missed you here. :) Thank you for taking the time to let me know you'd been by.... after your memory foam nap, you should check out The Soul Breathes. I just wrote it yesterday but I don't think anyone has read it yet... sweet dreams, my friend.

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

I've missed you too..and myself..I haven't written anything too profound in a little while..but this thing in my head from my vision is pretty dope..I like it when poems steep in visions for a while

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

so you mean you edited into a new poem?

[Souladareatease]

this is wonderful, it sings as a lament...I have heard Chinese and Irish laments that have this similar rhythm (at least how it sung in my head)
Alchemy and the soul/indeed.

That plastic perfection was never you
I'm falling fast in the expanse of my mind's great below-
Metamorphosis- receding in the grasp of gray undertow
And in this mild mirror of being, finally, I see

My favorite stanza of all!!!
to give in and look upon the self, without energy of want, one way or the other....simply being...gray...the tinges of light the tinges of dark---a little more dark at the time it seems...but perfect capture of leaving the past...standing with the self.
An incredible write Kris!!!

[Kristallo]

Thank you so much... I am still in this place, glad that you found yourself able to relate and understand all the shades of being. You're wonderful. :)

[Souladareatease]

You will Move past and forward!!!
Your of strong mind equal emotion...life changes in sad ways...we deal the best we can and grab hold of the silver lining whenever possible...Keep the positive mind Treat Yourself as worthy--first!!! (hard feat that is) Righbackatchya Kris!!!

[Souladareatease]

To bed I must force myself Lol off to land of Nod...Be Good To Yourself...thank You for the Good writes Much enjoyed!!!

[Kristallo]

Muchos Gracias!

Dear Kristallo,

This felt a bit heartbreaking, how good you bring this poem of truths or fictions beyond ... it gives a person reason to think, (at least me, and I love to think). Just here all in your beautiful word speech.What is real? and when will the oh so predictable mankind be a fiction? when we print it just on a hard way, to not feel? no more pain, no more sorrow?
The so-called "Illusion"? yes ... I felt myself wandering through your words here.
I have read many poems about the "Alchemy" but you hit heads with nails sweetheart ... Greatly written, I can get lost in your metaphors, but I see your clarity, that brings me home always, well done!

- Elisa

[The 13th Eros]

Yes, bring it forth.. wildness and wizardry to bring a cure to passion's poison kiss. Your words are knives slicing open the darkened hues that devour day. Cut wisely, precious one.. and know that your enchantments can bring an abundant world of bliss you've never known.

[Muse]

The metaphor of "alchemy" is perfect to describe one's soul. Alchemy is one of the world's greatest mysteries...yet so is the soul.

"that faded divide, between waking life
and the whimsical fate of illusion"

I feel like I walk this tight rope often....the mirage of what we want to see....some days it just doesn't mix well with our reality.

"That plastic perfection was never you" Once again...we only want to see the facade...but then again, does that make us so terrible? We do what we must to make our daily lives more tolerable. I see, feel, and understand the conundrum within this piece...well penned my friend.