Alchemistic Life

We were given an assignment in class to write 8 stanzas with 6 lines each in 40 minutes, we had to push ourselves to avoid cliches and our favourite 'go-to' words. One of my favourites thanks to Mama Lia, #evilauntylia ideas are awesome!
Theme: The power of self-belief.

 Happy Labour Day, may the fruit of your labour be worthwhile.

Defining and knowing,
What is I-dentity?
The entities of your being
What makes your reality?
Words that come out spewing
from the depths of spirit, soul and body.

The apothecary off mind street
where the 'I am' and 'is to BE'
begins, travels and meets,
In the darkness where there is no light to see
There is still a sense, pulse and heartbeat
that brews in alchemy.

Mixture of emotions,
Tincture of memories,
Shelved trinkets in small portions
Wind chimes singing melodies
to accompany the mix of concoctions
Interactions that LIVE through centuries.

The alchemist must create,
Select combinations carefully
Precious ingredients, fresh and delicate
cured and treated perfectly
IN order to achieve the right advocate
best suited for life's calamities.

Slice up the radix of doubt,
Combust and grind till minute,
Pack it away with EUlogies and stout
Hydrate beliefs till absolute
Empty the beaker's contents out
Unsaturate the concentrate till dilute.

DO as you must to achieve
Clear out smoke and dust
Look past the secrets of the deceased
Use potent infusions if you must
Change formula of the old against beliefs
Write anew and do away with the rust.

Form and mould,
Take control and make it yours
Heat with furnace what is cold
Drive the pain from those bones
Make EUphoric of what was told
and what was etched in cold , hard stone.

A continuous addiction
to manipulate the change within
Addition and subtraction
of what TO believe in
the stirring potential and elevation
To conquer life and eventually win.

- Swit Marie
23:00H 23rd August 2016
Mt. Olympus HQ


Swit Marie is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaid
who thinks in rhyme all the time
A believer in making dreams come true, she would love to collaborate with you
An explorer starting fresh and would only give her best
She stands in the gap and will only call it quits when it's a wrap.

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