Wandering In Darkness
I have wandered into
Every corner of the West
And come back to you now with
Darkness rather than light,
All embracing nostalgia, and
The infinite expansion
Of consciousness
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Separation
Leave me here,
Books strewn about before
Altars lit with
Burning incense,
Fields expanding and retracting
As a reflection of
Infinite chaos,
I do not need your light.
Leave me here,
Music forces the body
To sway before
Surreal pillars of twilight fire,
Silence echoing outside
The gates of eternity,
I do not need your light.
Leave me here,
Existential and hedonistic,
Carnal and divine,
Indulgent and invested,
Wandering and awake,
I do not need your light.
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Gibberish
One who says things of great meaning
Is often observed speaking gibberish
As well.
This is because the wise know meaning
Is only found through
Trial and error.
Most never speak at all
For fear of the gibberish, and thus never say
Anything of meaning.
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Wedding Week
A lifetime of waiting,
An eternity of seeking,
I sought my goddess through the plains of heaven and
Fires of hell,
Being led astray but always regaining
The path,
Often doubting but
Never surrendering.
And now here she is upon me,
Ready to wander side by side for eternity,
Irrelevant of the direction.
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Psalm
The fallen prey
Fall and pray
To they who prey on the fallen
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Existentialism
Meaning is a phantom,
A specter ever slipping through the fingers as it runs carelessly through abandoned, cobwebbed halls,
A tantalizing, waking image of subconscious desire made real in the moments preceding the dawn.
Grasp for it, trap it when you can, observe it at rest and play, with retina and microscope, in the darkness and light.
Then set it upon the waves of chance once more to seek new adventures, and catch for yourself meanings anew.
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Actual Diagnosis
Tossing and turning,
Faces of the past,
Vast mythological vistas and
Blasphemous violations of physics,
Mind racing while the world rests its
Collective, empty head.
There is no off switch,
Not even little bedside Altars to nocturnal gods
Appear to bring relief.
Subconsciousness in control,
A 'gift' of Matter.
"You're doing philosophy in your sleep", he told me.
"Never seen that before."
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Trust the State
We cowered from the magicians hiding in the shadows,
Said to cast arcane spells against
The kind and innocent,
But never saw them in the streets or
Suffered at their hands.
We cheered for the authorities who
Dragged them into the light,
Crushing their bodies with stones,
Tearing them limb from limb,
Charring their flesh with burning fires,
Until they came for one of our own,
Most innocent of heart and action.
We feared the wrong people.
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Note to Self
Not everything has to
Spiral out into
Infinite complexity.
Sometimes simplicity
Will do.
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Distraction
It's been one century since
The discovery of the boy-king Tut.
Son of a heretic pharaoh,
Achiever of no glory,
Tool for the corrupt,
Sickly or murdered.
Focus on the boy-king and his
Tomb filled with gold,
Avert your eyes from the Setians
And their victory against the light.
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Ophidiarium
I hate those days
When you realize the close friend
Or loved one
Or family member
Or new acquaintance
Or coworker
Or - especially - child
Is just another materialist,
Another monotheist,
Another statist,
Another sheep,
Another authoritarian,
Another denier or hater of the Self,
Another bootlicker,
Another spectator to existence,
Another willing slave,
Another worker drone,
Another leftist or righty,
Another programmed, nonplayable character.
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Questions
Would you help a member of your tribe?
Can you be trusted?
What are your morals and intentions?
How good is your advice for my path?
Do you show respect where due?
Are my values similar to yours?
Could we share new ideas instead of debating primitive ones?
Is my Will as free as your own?
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Birth of Nostalgia (and perhaps a child)
Old friends,
Few and far between.
Lives separated more by
The vast distances of
Time rather than space.
Past haunts change,
For better or worse,
Irrelevant of fond memories -
The streets do not care for us
Or mind our absence.
These recollections are given
Meaning only by our
Experiences.
They are not defined by time,
Or space,
Or the matter which births
Each in turn.
They are given life
Only by us.
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Slaves
The ignorant believe slavery is a sin
Of the distant past.
The wise still see slavery in our obedience to the state,
Our obscenely offensive corporate cultures,
Our adherence to social norms.
The enlightened know slavery exists in every required breath,
Every instance of dehydration and hunger,
Every act of bodily waste,
Every moment of boredom, sadness, and exhaustion.
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Set-Amun
Small villages under infinite skies,
Hills of sand forever transforming
With the rain from storms
And hidden winds.
Gods combine,
Writing their own mythologies
Into the dusty plains which
Eternally expand between
Small, shared Temples.
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Moving Day
Moving is exhausting,
Too tired to conceive of new art,
At least the blazing purple pentagram
Is hung with sinful pride.
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In the Desert
In most places
The seasons change gradually,
But not here
In the desert.
A yearly battle
Between winter and summer,
Darkness and light,
Comfort and heat,
Activity and stagnation,
Shade and sun,
Rain and drought,
Expansion and retraction,
Stretching on into infinity
To illustrate the hidden nature
Of two distinct,
Mutually exclusive paths.
In most places
The seasons change gradually,
But not here
In the desert.
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The Consumer
Leak of a video game sequel,
Spoilers of an upcoming film,
Tell all with the hot new writer of the day,
Sports team victory,
Voyeurs in the comment section
Watching along,
Saying this makes them a
Part of history.
What sad lives we are led to.
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Curses, Curses
Pathetic
The degradation of the self
The denial of the will
The hatred of one's own soul
Disgusting
To try and drag others down
Proselytize nihilism and self hated
Imprison oneself to lesser powers
Serpents acting as worms
Vile
Replace tyrant with tyrant
Trade Lord for Lord
Switch slavery for slavery
Change the name and symbols and call it Good
Hopeless
The mundane masses
The atheists dressed in black
The faith in stupidity
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The Venerable Priest Wainwright
The sun rests,
Haughty and arrogant,
In the blinding sky,
Holding on desperately as
Storm clouds creep in
From the North.
Distant lightning flashes,
Followed by the deep rumble of thunder.
Clouds roll across the darkening vault of heaven
As soothing rain gently drizzles
Upon the joyful desert
And its people.
The air cools while evening descends
And the winds move on
From the land.
Skies clear and the stars twinkle welcomingly,
The seven spiraling heavens,
The Zodiac on its axis,
The Imperishable Souls shining eternally above.
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What is Happening to the Neighborhood?
Where
The fuck
Are all these
Toads coming
From?
30 years and never once
Now two in a row
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Soul Goals
My awareness is as Wepwawet
My perception is as Heru-Ur
My knowledge is as Djehuti
My voice is as Hu
My magic is as Khonsu
My greatness is as Tauret
My strength is as Setesh
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