Monday, October 31, 2016
Time Travel Reverb
This is Herman,
from West Texas,
from the future's past,
woven together
or we've surface
tension.
As always
binaries that are not
the alarm agrees.
ten years silent,
today it sounds.
La Luz appeared at
crossroads. Morning Star is
evening. Psychopomp.
The spirit is reiterating.
Make sure you get this,
stupid. It's the language
of your imagination,
so don't be thick.
Superwoman. She's been here,
a while. And you know it.
Doth protests too much,
my pretty. The ducks align,
so to speak, with stars,
in the East.
You realize you projected her
back, right? To create Lulu,
to make a map ahead. You
fail to contemplate the scope.
Yes, it falls together, and yet
already did. Think about the
disc. Paradoxes aren't surmountable,
because they aren't and don't matter.
La Luz spoke name to me in
a painting. La Luz, in morning,
beneath the earth, in spirit realm.
Herman and La Luz.
They leap to character
to spin some new web
With Thought Woman's
assistance.
Chaos is really high.
thought woman comes in,
spider , all of the stars in
all creation are contained
in her eyes. We aspire,
knowing filament,
to be worthy of her dream,
to aspire. Journey a path
that is enough to hold
a single thread. Surf
the waves right now, knowing
they do not flag.
When the sparks ignite,
to knowing themselves
alight, they light the all,
and the way.
An addendum to the
slow: "THINK" pinecones,
You send yourself these
messages so multitudinally,
because many a lifetime in
Switzerland. Enough. Those
things in the paintings. The first gathering.
You put an end. a period.
Let the monkey go.
The witch has a corridor,
flight path each end a
space/time sanctified.
In Port, In Bend. The bonds
are broken. It's already.
Time not to wonder about
being wrong for being right.
Let go.
Surface by ginuwine
from West Texas,
from the future's past,
woven together
or we've surface
tension.
As always
binaries that are not
the alarm agrees.
ten years silent,
today it sounds.
La Luz appeared at
crossroads. Morning Star is
evening. Psychopomp.
The spirit is reiterating.
Make sure you get this,
stupid. It's the language
of your imagination,
so don't be thick.
Superwoman. She's been here,
a while. And you know it.
Doth protests too much,
my pretty. The ducks align,
so to speak, with stars,
in the East.
You realize you projected her
back, right? To create Lulu,
to make a map ahead. You
fail to contemplate the scope.
Yes, it falls together, and yet
already did. Think about the
disc. Paradoxes aren't surmountable,
because they aren't and don't matter.
La Luz spoke name to me in
a painting. La Luz, in morning,
beneath the earth, in spirit realm.
Herman and La Luz.
They leap to character
to spin some new web
With Thought Woman's
assistance.
Chaos is really high.
thought woman comes in,
spider , all of the stars in
all creation are contained
in her eyes. We aspire,
knowing filament,
to be worthy of her dream,
to aspire. Journey a path
that is enough to hold
a single thread. Surf
the waves right now, knowing
they do not flag.
When the sparks ignite,
to knowing themselves
alight, they light the all,
and the way.
An addendum to the
slow: "THINK" pinecones,
You send yourself these
messages so multitudinally,
because many a lifetime in
Switzerland. Enough. Those
things in the paintings. The first gathering.
You put an end. a period.
Let the monkey go.
The witch has a corridor,
flight path each end a
space/time sanctified.
In Port, In Bend. The bonds
are broken. It's already.
Time not to wonder about
being wrong for being right.
Let go.
Surface by ginuwine
Sunday, October 30, 2016
Star Seven Sigil
She wears a diadem of seven stars,
wears she a diadem of stars, seven
stars diadem of she wears a seven
seven she stars a wears of diadem,
Diadem she wears of seven stars--
Seven stars she diadem a wears of Stars wears diadem she a of seven
Star of morning and evening,
morning and evening, star of
evening and star of morning,
And wearing diadem the horizon,
Stars.
Clothed in the scarlet of sun
rise and set. Star of morning,
evening. A diadem of stars,
Eyes of darkest night,
containing the daylights of
billions of stars.
We in shadow of earth, on
the dark side of the planet
feel acutely the blade-edges
of the days. Star of morning
of evening -- at the edges
Transmit, expand, we gather.
She wears a crown of stars, seven
seven stars are diamonds in lightning,
in perfect mind. Thunder perfect.
She wears a crown of seven stars,
perfect stars, seven perfect.
We contain the germination.
wears she a diadem of stars, seven
stars diadem of she wears a seven
seven she stars a wears of diadem,
Diadem she wears of seven stars--
Seven stars she diadem a wears of Stars wears diadem she a of seven
Star of morning and evening,
morning and evening, star of
evening and star of morning,
And wearing diadem the horizon,
Stars.
Clothed in the scarlet of sun
rise and set. Star of morning,
evening. A diadem of stars,
Eyes of darkest night,
containing the daylights of
billions of stars.
We in shadow of earth, on
the dark side of the planet
feel acutely the blade-edges
of the days. Star of morning
of evening -- at the edges
Transmit, expand, we gather.
She wears a crown of stars, seven
seven stars are diamonds in lightning,
in perfect mind. Thunder perfect.
She wears a crown of seven stars,
perfect stars, seven perfect.
We contain the germination.
Hermes
Hermes on Frankland St. I was
having an argument about speed.
'tis time, high time. I don't have to
catch up because you weren't ahead,
he says. Don't weep, just go.
Saturday, October 29, 2016
Thursday, October 27, 2016
Wednesday, October 26, 2016
Free, Fly
Become me, I become
let me acquiesce to
the awakening to see
through the prism
of the ever present-- effervesce
percept multi-lense
Free and flying. The
story unfolds manifold
and utterly linear. The
currents shift to suit.
let me acquiesce to
the awakening to see
through the prism
of the ever present-- effervesce
percept multi-lense
Free and flying. The
story unfolds manifold
and utterly linear. The
currents shift to suit.
Monday, October 24, 2016
Saturday, October 22, 2016
Aeon
what is observed
barely yields to
sense. If. and barely.
immensity compounded
to infinity.
The possible-- too
much to believe can
be. or become.
Be clear, a fountain
to the world.
In Harmony
This is the warm up.
Warming the voice.
This and Lulu. Warming.
Strange interlude. (music)
This part is the paring.
We're working.
Begin-- Become Babalon
An open path shines.
See it.
Light serpent--
horizon, azure-lidded
and
star-eyed. Arise,
sieze the vault of
sky-- your vision.
We, your dream,
the world. Honey,
and pomegranate--
sweeten. By my part,
this dream, richer-embroidered,
jeweled, perfumed of absolut,
i become your phoenix.
i proclaim Our Lady of the Stars.
Boundless -- Prism of all Eyes.
in light might i become
the fountain.
Thursday, October 20, 2016
Black Takes the Reigns
Altered where alteration found,
in sound at the break of day,
suddenly the familiar altered with
just the barest sliver of the perception
a way in. The present altering the
past and future, to the flow that is always
streaming in swirl and eddy.
Grab these moments all,
a pebble of intent into the course,
altering where alteration is offered
She speaks three times
as they do and undo
There is a ghost in my house,
on the way out and a ghost in my
memory of what I used to be.
the third is becoming.
Black has taken over. The
tower. It breaks. Stalk
springs from the former
structure's foundation.
The hag, benefactor, transformation,
a receptacle for that outmoded
mode. There are three who
now explode. I, into fullness.
in sound at the break of day,
suddenly the familiar altered with
just the barest sliver of the perception
a way in. The present altering the
past and future, to the flow that is always
streaming in swirl and eddy.
Grab these moments all,
a pebble of intent into the course,
altering where alteration is offered
She speaks three times
as they do and undo
There is a ghost in my house,
on the way out and a ghost in my
memory of what I used to be.
the third is becoming.
Black has taken over. The
tower. It breaks. Stalk
springs from the former
structure's foundation.
The hag, benefactor, transformation,
a receptacle for that outmoded
mode. There are three who
now explode. I, into fullness.
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
Scintillate
opening the door,
she fell,
into all, and nothing,
and the radiance amazed.
Whole. Baltic scintilla
she is effervescence
love, beloved. removed
remove.
she fell,
into all, and nothing,
and the radiance amazed.
Whole. Baltic scintilla
she is effervescence
love, beloved. removed
remove.
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
On That Long Dark Night
I lived in exile.
Texile. I was shut
from dream's door.
And still I pursued.
in sigils work the
dream still spun
we find our ways
back in.
Texile. I was shut
from dream's door.
And still I pursued.
in sigils work the
dream still spun
we find our ways
back in.
Monday, October 17, 2016
Sunday, October 16, 2016
In Colors
She comes in colors
multitudes exploding
on the horizon riotous
all of dark and light
meeting in aspect and
billions of eyes
illumination and abyss
Saturday, October 15, 2016
Everything a Season
Double, double.
boil, bubble,
opening,
ruby shoes,
click three.
road open,
west reclaimed
and into abyss.
crows caw in
ready sky.
Emerge and tell
a tale. Embers
to fire.
boil, bubble,
opening,
ruby shoes,
click three.
road open,
west reclaimed
and into abyss.
crows caw in
ready sky.
Emerge and tell
a tale. Embers
to fire.
Everything a Season
Double, double.
boil, bubble,
opening,
ruby shoes,
click three.
road open,
west reclaimed
and into abyss.
crows caw in
ready sky.
Emerge and tell
a tale. Embers
to fire.
boil, bubble,
opening,
ruby shoes,
click three.
road open,
west reclaimed
and into abyss.
crows caw in
ready sky.
Emerge and tell
a tale. Embers
to fire.
Apherou Dark Door of Sleep
back again, as if
through mirror.
Absent wrong lust
and romance for
black grief. unencumbered.
cauldron of dreams'
gestation. click red heel
three times and open.
of the West,
home to dream. smokey webs
sticky for memory
drink of the river of sleep.
without forgetting. catch
fire in many minds the
embers of my dreams.
to the fortification of dream,
i dream.
Witch weeds winding
to sleep and perchance
to fly. (dandelion, seed of
dream-spread) Vast
and opalescent
plane... totem bring...
my bloods coil...
witches, all.
We speak etheric.
Babalon at the Gate of Night and Day
Before the old things were new,
before the ancient was seeded,
i was ancient. Looking through all
eyes. all sides. I am the winding
and the wound. wounding and wound.
the ones in black, the old age counted
fair. The fall. All has, already and now.
perfume my altars in the blue hour. painting title in the blue hour
am morning and evening. fire red the sky
my cloak and all pinks and lavendars
my dress and all eyes on me through
them I see. Razor edge. I keep talking
through those with ears to hear.
Fever dream to the deniers-- even
their heaven. Unwilling they worship.
before the ancient was seeded,
i was ancient. Looking through all
eyes. all sides. I am the winding
and the wound. wounding and wound.
the ones in black, the old age counted
fair. The fall. All has, already and now.
perfume my altars in the blue hour. painting title in the blue hour
am morning and evening. fire red the sky
my cloak and all pinks and lavendars
my dress and all eyes on me through
them I see. Razor edge. I keep talking
through those with ears to hear.
Fever dream to the deniers-- even
their heaven. Unwilling they worship.
Abre Comino
The first step
to clear the way
of one's own wreck
there is, in power,
an acquiescence.
with will. surrender
to claim. in seeming
only-- paradoxical.
The cauldron in
which dream
gestates.
to clear the way
of one's own wreck
there is, in power,
an acquiescence.
with will. surrender
to claim. in seeming
only-- paradoxical.
The cauldron in
which dream
gestates.
Friday, October 14, 2016
Syzygy
Drum beats the words out of flesh
syzygic marionette dance
spells spun craft wise rise with moon
night in dew-slick and owl cry
Call. The dead will answer.
peeling the black mask off in dream
to renewal. I will burn all. I know that now.
the ordinary language of night
always speaks the strange with its
unvarnished clarity.
Pulse.
syzygic marionette dance
spells spun craft wise rise with moon
night in dew-slick and owl cry
Call. The dead will answer.
peeling the black mask off in dream
to renewal. I will burn all. I know that now.
the ordinary language of night
always speaks the strange with its
unvarnished clarity.
Pulse.
Thursday, October 13, 2016
Move
In Now’s black waters, burn the stars of Then.
I've made sparks to light the constellations of
my web. In the web of always present, our past
and future selves meet on razor edge.
There was a girl who floated away in dreams,
and then a woman who did the magic that
suggested itself. Aeon rises from the rites
of instinct. Bloody way, I marked, that
labyrinth of cuts. The clowns are a warning.
We should not fail to recognize the swell of
a very big wave.
I've made sparks to light the constellations of
my web. In the web of always present, our past
and future selves meet on razor edge.
There was a girl who floated away in dreams,
and then a woman who did the magic that
suggested itself. Aeon rises from the rites
of instinct. Bloody way, I marked, that
labyrinth of cuts. The clowns are a warning.
We should not fail to recognize the swell of
a very big wave.
When it Arrives Let the Spirit In
Many headed crazy
there's a lot of chaos
loose. Proclaimed on
high. We're stutterring
a bit in the reality side
time/space jutterings
Single statements
from a one of the
priests in towers
echo internally,
It's frightening to
feel the shifts. Did
everyone, always
always feel this sundering
of the threads of reality
yes. they did. The fear
it's the one who hates
majick. Fear
the most potent enemy
wrapped in every single
hide she has taken
but the opening is against
Moloch. Surely as chaos
swells, we bloom who
surf. The ones are there,
who slip out of time
and nobody knows it.
we were made to love
and nobody knows it
these track-backs often
work, right to the series of
synapses both in and out,
that will trip again.
This now is the putting together.
guts and letting go
it's horrible, thinks every
creature in creation that
ever tore into reality
I just found two versions
of the poem. Now, i keep
the present coalescing in
the real. For this is the time
to leave a message to a future
if there is to be
The inner world separated from the outer world is a place of demons, the outer world separated from the inner world is a place of meaningless objects and machines.
Peter Grey. Apocalyptic Witchcraft (Kindle Locations 892-894). Scarlet Imprint.
there's a lot of chaos
loose. Proclaimed on
high. We're stutterring
a bit in the reality side
time/space jutterings
Single statements
from a one of the
priests in towers
echo internally,
It's frightening to
feel the shifts. Did
everyone, always
always feel this sundering
of the threads of reality
yes. they did. The fear
it's the one who hates
majick. Fear
the most potent enemy
wrapped in every single
hide she has taken
but the opening is against
Moloch. Surely as chaos
swells, we bloom who
surf. The ones are there,
who slip out of time
and nobody knows it.
we were made to love
and nobody knows it
these track-backs often
work, right to the series of
synapses both in and out,
that will trip again.
This now is the putting together.
guts and letting go
it's horrible, thinks every
creature in creation that
ever tore into reality
I just found two versions
of the poem. Now, i keep
the present coalescing in
the real. For this is the time
to leave a message to a future
if there is to be
The inner world separated from the outer world is a place of demons, the outer world separated from the inner world is a place of meaningless objects and machines.
Peter Grey. Apocalyptic Witchcraft (Kindle Locations 892-894). Scarlet Imprint.
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
Walk with Me
When I was disarticulated
lock, stem, melon, scatter-
chattering. raving. all my
pieces thrown. pieces.
i used to recognize those--
bits of body-stuff what's this
i found that moves at
volition? mine/other? t
he sound is metalic so i
found a magnet. in dark.
pieces back to being part.
Coalesce now. I'll set FIRE.
I'll consume.
lock, stem, melon, scatter-
chattering. raving. all my
pieces thrown. pieces.
i used to recognize those--
bits of body-stuff what's this
i found that moves at
volition? mine/other? t
he sound is metalic so i
found a magnet. in dark.
pieces back to being part.
Coalesce now. I'll set FIRE.
I'll consume.
Nature
We eventually find out there is no split.
No opposite. There is whole. Multitudinous,
singular. What we do, we do, to ourselves.
No opposite. There is whole. Multitudinous,
singular. What we do, we do, to ourselves.
Tuesday, October 11, 2016
No Result
Because I can't care
Taking it all back
it's the right thing to do
I'm not doing it for you
Taking it all back
it's the right thing to do
I'm not doing it for you
Monday, October 10, 2016
Party at the Edge
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Conductor
of the dead, who knows thier
secrets, who knows the paths,
open the way for the spirits.
Ima introduce myself
to the hologram. We're
really on the in-between,
but feeling amazing.
Conductor
of the dead, who knows thier
secrets, who knows the paths,
open the way for the spirits.
Ima introduce myself
to the hologram. We're
really on the in-between,
but feeling amazing.
In Vocation, Witch
snake hair
tentacle eyes
web mind
i never thought
never think
(what could-
possibly happen?)
come on in
the water's fine
welcome
even a toe in
crack-mirror
tentacle web
eyes of snakes
writhe-headed
demoned laugh
I will wear hides
and stalk --
thought spider
tentacle eyes
web mind
i never thought
never think
(what could-
possibly happen?)
come on in
the water's fine
welcome
even a toe in
crack-mirror
tentacle web
eyes of snakes
writhe-headed
demoned laugh
I will wear hides
and stalk --
thought spider
Sunday, October 9, 2016
Babalon Riot
Invokation;
Breached the barriers
she comes in colors
Breached the barriers
she comes in colors
In senses-- Self aglow,
explodes on the scene--
explodes on the scene--
Amelia
What is it that gives the human spirit wings to soar above the trenches of tradition, above the flatlands of convention, above even the highest peaks of the probable into ever-greater altitudes of possibility?
Saturday, October 8, 2016
What We Now Know
There's a secret majick password that you can only see in hindsight.
We spoke those and then things changed but it didn't yet show.
In those moments where everything synchs and I see clearly way ahead
and the way, the open way. The funeral is playing now. I guess it won't come back.
I see that this line had been written so many times. before.
I should have, did, know better, but I was so broken and--
need. I think you could have gotten the arrow back.
but it needed a sacrifice, magic, courage, clarity, you didn't.
looking me in the face and lying. Before and after. You did.
Now I did. I spoke those majick words. I really did and I know it.
Begin. Again.
And back to the beginning.
I left a trail of crumbs and
still blindishly overlook
a missil sent and received
already blew the old away
I left a trail of crumbs and
still blindishly overlook
a missil sent and received
already blew the old away
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
She Wants to be Free
Make yourself a conduit
Clarify your will
Obstacles Explode.
There is a self to lose and find
Bombs away.
Clarify your will
Obstacles Explode.
There is a self to lose and find
Bombs away.
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