Tranceformations

  
  
  
  
  Hades-Neptune Cross  

Hades tuned to the time signature of Neptune  

Time stood still between the planets,  between the Gods. 

 Cross between reflections of the time of life  standing still  Transformation from death, sex, and (t)axes

  Baby Venus giving me a wedding to the universe  

in every single sole moment   

 of the marriage of Pluto to Neptune 

 I was over my Moon 

 But blessed with boons  

  The trident bent to a pitchfork   

 tongue of disciplined desire

Lady of the Myrst   

The lady of the myrst
Slowed down time
As I walked in the mall
It was all a blur

How absurd is this
Relative chronology
Given a specialist
Mentality
Linear'd mortality
Denied quantum reality
Newtownian banality
What the inertia
of quantum gravity?
Of that falling apple
where fall the apple's
atomic orbitals?
Cruel is the arbitrary depravity
Exonerated insanity pleas urbanity
greed hungry to profit of tragedy
the gloat song like a homily psalm
the Greek goat strong with a song
for the roman to ruminate and rue
as so then now America too

The lady of the myrst
Slowed down time
Despite what patriarchs
Besomenly say
There is a w'amen
it isn't mere mankind unkind
it's womankind kind
of humankind kin
She's no tyrant matriarch,
you'll find

Slowed down time
Yet as it were
I moved normal speed
Chronos chronicl'd the
hourglass then...
Dreams can't always pretend
time like a tense conjugated participle
a particle of a vestibule
relativity informing implicitly
a priori priory, the repeating history
story

Dogmagic sorcerers of catma's 9 lives
Dogma's bark to Cerberus imperious
Hades and Satan sitting in a tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G...How can first come love
to the loveless rather than this mar-age?
Now comes the hearse carriage
The loveless disparage
This, I tell you, love and loveless
You can't have one
Without the other...
But can have zero
rendered asunder

Mystery of myristicin
Ministers to me
While hypocrisy hinders the suffering
Time slows for you
But moves normal for me
The swift amidst the slow show
of progress creeping to profits
Drones on to the violence of more gone
A distraction of no benefaction
Look away to something more than the neon impaction
Gaggles gregarious to the imperious in perpetua
Look away to something more
Than that violent bore
Weight in wait--inertia store
See to the rusted shackles
These loosed rabid wolves of upraised hackles
Attacking even Cerberus

Liberty--freedom from a sick society
Protection from the greed infection
belligerent indigent and indignant impertinent
hostility boiling bath, senseless acts
needing epitaphs
Peace at a lapse
Find relapse
in repose
I do suppose

The addicts to the edicts of Charlatans
The persona impersonating psyche incarnate
Is this an autonomous shadow complex, plain and simple?
Inventions of death chosen above inventions of better life

Thespianage the throne of fame
Wear the masks that act greater tasks
To bask in more than fruits of labors
that rotten obscene neon bleed wrapped
in plasticine, tragedy feed,
Roman tragedy killing Greek tragedy
tides pulled by the moonopoly
so soon repeat preposterously.

See beyond the blue and green screen
of the movie we lead
and play the video game of life
with a high score
cause foreverbore is evermore
to the tune of more and more
buying more apples at the eden store
mayhaple i fapple with a maple lady
I know a Canadian can nah-nah aughty
undress the dressed whoreigami
lopshod take it off to get it on
time

myristicin mysterious
lady of the myrist
takes me gently by the wrist
with the hands of time
with the feet of myrist  
 

 Transearly Lately?

 The transformer has just the deal for you!   

Stubborn-to-change, ching-to-change

   a stranger rearrange of the faux creator  

the law of conservation of energy is in effect 

 no pathos will undo 

  the truth of the arrows   

to the copernican inner suns 

  the creator dies of transformation 

 You'll cling to change, ching-to-change, before the end of the story.  

Or die like the mongrel you always were to the elronds of angels of death. 

  Cause you can't fake it any more nor take it 

  the way you'd like  

  at the store of brunt jokes
where you bend like a whore

 Ghost Imago Skyscraper 

Creation transforming isn't the death the corporate cock likes

   Eternal birth in a haunted skyscraper of dead CEOs
while she gives me a blow job   

on the tippy top of the antenna 

  of this ghost imago

   Transformation was never created  

 but can transform "creation."  

 Metamorphoses of Scorpio

  I feel the sting
Death-rattle striken & stabbed
The scorpion stings itself
Soul leaves body
The skull into the sky
Scorpion is done
Now an eagle with sharp eye

Transformation is information
Information is transformation
Prying from the skull
skulking the sky.
Swooping down to scorpion sting
the eagle-cried deathknell
as a feathered light alit
burning past the end of wick.

Violent changes rearranges the strangeness
A phoenix from an eagle skull rises
As shadows fall amidst the mortal flesh
An enveloping void alight with phoenix flame
Ashes falling down in rain  

Metamorphoses of Scorpio 2  

 Oceanic big bang

 Tremendous crashing tidal wave 

Birthing a life of adaptation 

From breakneck whiplash

 Water forming into a scorpion stinger

Harpooning the land

Stabbing into the Earth's molten core

 Singing to the heat of the inner

 Earthly sun Transforming to steaming 

Eagle taloning the heat upon the side of Earth 

The steam cools in a sudden freeze 

To icicles stabbing of frozen frostbitten phoenix feathers... 

Try to net and tether the forever wild and untameable Inimical imitable unexplainable, 

becomes the container of the uncontainable.