Scepters and thrones
enslave with loans. But the men we’ve known Are but made of bone. Revenues of the elite plight of the weak. In thought we are meek. Into histories seek. Ancient family names since the start of days. Leave the labyrinth, escape the cave. Against the dying light—rage.
A lonely owl on tree did perch,
Looking down she on hearth.
The missing piece of my Atom,
The Zoe I could not fathom.
That night the elements of fire and water kissed.
Kindred Spirits melding and twist.
At night dreaming of you so splendidly
together going forth by day a reverie.
Lessons repeat, A moth to light.
Old souls retreat—Young hearts burn bright.
Like the chord, all it took was a second key
Unlock my heart and gather what’s within me.
Holding you close, like cards to the chest.
Can you hear my heart, can you feel what’s bereft?
Scars that never healed, callused to stone.
A pebble in a landslide on its way home.
Love gives words more meaning than sex.
Feminine natures much like my ex.
Climbing and reaching out of self dug holes.
find not a lending hand, but Charon & tolls.
Presented with a misogynists end,
Picket line at my funeral—no amends…
At times I feel her arise in me.
The divine feminine smirking with power. A blackness so brilliant— Like the sheen of a crow in the Sun. The dark murky waters of creation is where she dwells. Animate by her energy, I enter the quantum; Where there is no state of becoming, rather, Absolution. She is both life and death, The guiding and tempting force of which I am present vessel.
A stapled man on a cross is not the Son.
The Goodness of Light be the Anointed.
A pentagram is not evil.
The fear of it is evil.
A man in clouds is not God.
Sense perception be thy Epoch.
A baphomet is not the Devil.
The terror of an image be thy Archon.
Pretentiousness and spite,
Humility and altruism.
Synonymous in all of Us.
The Last shall be First,
The lowest the Highest.
From decent, ascension.
From darkest to brightest.
Look at them there.
Pointing, charting, analyzing unto death.
Everyone’s trying to sell you something.
Every month we owe money to someone we don’t know.
Consuming, breeding, tantalizing unto death.
Distractions are ample. Be it games for the people or new shopping malls;
Our gaze is ambiguous and fixed this way and that.
Humanity is the sickness of the Earth.
You there, what is your purpose, I beckon.
The fat man behind the counter is made to service the company and the customers.
Somehow he is okay with his baseness.
Is it ignorance? Lack of understanding?
No, he is merely comfortable in his conformity.
He makes ends meet, all the food is affordable, and within proximity.
It could be worse, he thinks to himself as he imagines being homeless-
or having been born in a less developed impoverished nation.
Yet he never imagines how much better it could be.
We could be better.
-Take in completely
-Contemplate death frequently
-Seek malice not, yet know its vicinity
-Fight back, lacking equity and mercy
-Swear thy enemies eternally
-Give your heart rarely, and yet verily
-Intrinsic is Good and Evil, use them synonymously
-Know oneself and purpose entirely
-Forget not your memories
-Stay on path with Fate and Destiny
-Always posses a contingency
-Dream lucidly and remember them vividly