Metamorphosis
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In tidings of Christmas
Round bound of luminous senses, soul and spirit
Whirling In hypnotic insanity is a wing insect
it is time again to be
grappling at being free
again I must be coming down
the path in which I wear the crown
for with it comes, the waves of pain
they've come to haunt me once again
while traveling abroad
within the confounds of your mind
you will discover the passages
entering through those
the gods and goddesses
have granted access
throughout your mindful jog
Nothing seems the way it is
for truth is often shy
a tadpole's frogsuit not yet his
nor worm yet butterfly
The sleepy bud on frozen twig
dreams in naught but green
What is a "safe life"?
I call B.S.
There is no such thing.
These two words have no connection
No rhyme or validation
The psychological feel of advancement
A portal to a new beginning
Using darkness to create and mold my light
The flurry of frozen fractals
Shatteered remains of my subconscious
Such a buoyant, bright element
Holds so much regret, pain
Drifting down,
Falling to the ground.
My mind piece by piece,
Comb through your luscious, red hair,
And find me lying amidst those tongues of fire,
Betwixt the very sand and sky—
I could just cry,
For in due time,
I’ll fall for human physiognomy,
Small and quiet
This frail child,
Always seeking validation from others
Always wanting to know what she did was okay
Did she look right? Did she walk right?
Is her hair in place? Is she sitting up straight?
I used to be made of the leftover sand that spilled out of the sandbox
And the creaking noise the swings made when you jumped on.
I used to be made of the crusty Playdough that stuck to your fingers
When the universe was arranged,
All creation from a bang,
Every grain,
Every cell,
Every atom flew out.
And like all matter careened about,
Metamorphosis;
The process of transformation from an immature form to an adult form
In two or more stages.
Metamorphosis; maturity.
Caterpillars that eat their knowledge out of Milkweeds
I was quiet.
I was bleek.
My life consisted of listening to what others said.
I grew strength.
I grew power.
I decided to follow my own path instead.
I am willful.
I am passionate.
Work hard and when that is not enough work harder,
Work until your flaws fade to black,
Work until people stand up and take notice,
Unconditional love,
There is no need of compensation or expectation
But only great ingenuous care and love exists
Here I am, just me,
Standing on the mountain top.
I have changed, renewed.
It’s the beginning
Born the same, life is simple
Why would there be hate?
But the winds change
Clouds turn black with jealousy
And the cold descends
Eyes stare with hatred
Metamorphosis
A change throughout time and age
Parting ways with old
Onward to the life
That you have always wanted
Goodbye to the old
Different outlook
You mean when a caterpillar
liquefies itself into a butterfly?
Just melting in ice
Or the transformation within
the belly from embryo
to a bundle of joy?
Cute cuddly darling.
Metamorphosis simply is change Occasionally earmarked as strange
To be crude,
To be rude,
Is something she never learned.
To be sweet,
To never cheat,
Was stamped into her mind and burned.
A perfect little porcelain doll waiting in an abyss,
When a thought is born,
A transformation happens.
It flows through my hands
And onto paper.
The rain coated asphalt
Black and sparkling
I fell to the rock bottom
We use for parking.
Suddenly I'm
Hyperventilating
No thoughts of vindicating
Nothing was indicating
I
A group of artists
have arrived into this city–
an Unreal City.
Since ages
we had dreamt of a Real City.
And now
these artists have promised it for us.
