In Contemplation of Metamorphosis

A Change...

new skin over a new heart...

never to return...

How is it accomplished?

When nature decries its own alteration...

when equilibrium is the norm...

Can one hungry say, "Not so, I am full?"...

If not this, then how?

for nature seeks nature...

A dog cannot avoid returning to vomit...

dung when need require...

then how can a change come when a person is a person...

people being animals at base?


 

How so? man claims that naught has returned...

No angel gracing the earth bellow...

most believe no restoration ere their own path disavow...

preachers teach intellect...

reading and understanding as they would...

leaning hard against tradition...

yet change not at all...

they wouldn't call the heavens as they aught...

ere their flock leave them behind for the change...

rather they say one is good as one is...

self esteem being the order of the day...


Those who see such things as fraud...

knowing such paths are dross...

seek themselves for inspiration...

claiming God must be no more...

are just as lost, finding themselves at Molech's door...

Let those fires have them both...

its just as well and thats no joke...


then how to change...

whats the way...

when God's and Demons have their say...

our way a strange and evil one...

its true that life is not about fun...

will you, like me find the path of light?

Oh dear, lets not have another fight...


seek a path if you can hear...

one that takes you on the way of change...

I know mine to have changed me with all...

It was a harrowing path of pain...

though even so I don't complain...

because I caused the pain myself you know...

it was the feeling of coveting see...

I coveted the past...

the unchanged me...

In letting go, this pain ended...

I hurt not now my friends...


Only for the lost...

who wallow in their dross...

they who say that I'm a fool...

ambivolent if they're right...

a fool happy is a fool to envy...

the children of Raca can't look up...

stuck rooting the ground...

those they scoff at stand over them...

those that they offend must keep them down...

 

To the testimony and the record...

one changes not alone...

one must seek power from the heavens...

by the heavens man must be known...

the Children of God, to be placed on thrones...


How to change...

this is what to do...

it is needful for all forsooth...

Let it all go... let it be...

then find a greater person to be...


 

Be one that can overcome death...

if not this there is nothing left...

be one that your God can speak with...

be one that your fellows can love or hate but never forget...

where your tears make forests of the earth...

your blood bless or curse with its begets...

let you suffer only for the lost...

your fellows, you suffer for because their loss...

seek them all with your God in tow.

 

In fine be the perfect you or what you can be...

I will not say more about the new you...

you know you must and thats a fact...

Now go to or don't.

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b. Malin 5 years ago

That's that...Change if you need to...I'd like to call it growing and finding oneself...as a writer, or a poet, I look for different avenues in life to write about and grow from the experiences. Thanks for sharing your "poetic" point of view.


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Jaggedfrost 5 years ago Author

You are right, depending on what you want from existence the need to change changes.

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