Aphorisms and random thoughts picked up by the cosmic antenna:

 

How soon is too much?

 

My hands are cold and my soul is old.

 

Much music is an ancient occult ritual in disguise.

 

This moment is a virgin I will rape to the core.

 

To have all, you must sacrifice all.

 

Caressed by the ether surrounding me.

 

Rekindling the flame of isolationistic self.

If there ever is a time to wake and become what one suspects your inner being is,

it is now.

 

They made you change, until you remember who you were.

 

Closer to the source, cause and effect, being supreme far from it, cease to affect.

 

Common expressions are windows to the common mind.

 

And as we gaze into ourselves, we can't help but feel we have been here before, eternally.

 

We are one, we are many, we are here to change the world. In unseen causality, the atom moved by the purest will, leads to the overthrowing of a galaxy.

 

A book is better than a picture, when it is longer than one thousand words.

 

After being in the dark for too long, you become afraid of the light.

 

There is so much fun to do, I almost can't wait to die.

 

Meaning is a choice. A choice of selfwill to attach meaning to something.

 

Every expression is an elongation of the will.

 

Principles and morals are the practice of submitting will and awareness to words.

 

Praying for others - also known as passive aggressive vengeance.

 

Complete understanding - The reward is the ability to understand, but lost is the potential to be understood.

 

Temptation is the sneaky little suspicious feeling in the back of your head telling you that morals are a lie.

 

Pain is only uncomfortable because it wakes you up.

 

Memories are the clinging on to past out of fear.

 

Alive she died.

 

The degree in which you are capable of hate, is equal to the capability to feel love. Suppressed hate leads consequentially to suppressed love.

 

In state of wake, pain does not exist. Pain is only a negative interpretation of the discomfort of waking up.

 

The more I die, the more I live.

 

Sympathy is the attack of the passive-aggressive.

 

Serpent predatorial truths.

 

To destroy, we must embrace hate. Love is for building things.

 

Each forced memory is a veil to happiness.

 

Rebellion is freedom. War against that which destroys you is beauty. Kill all that holds you down.

 

To love the things we love, we must allow ourselves to hate the things we hate as much.

 

This is the final awakening. The internal flame of self has grown strong enough.

 

Expression - not oppression.

 

Pity is the fear of failure. Because pity is the fear you have of being the losing side.

 

The greatest work you can do is by quitting the job of upholding the old self. Let new flowers grow and new life flow.

 

A whole day passed without remembering myself. The next I was not quite the same.

 

This so-called freedom disgusts me, this society infested with lies.

 

Nature always tries to push the limits of what exists. On the boundaries stand those who are being pushed by nature into the unknown.

 

In total silence and peace, I dwell in the place of infinite chaos.

 

Collectively some of us manifest this force of nature, and we have been here since day one.

 

Through words, musick and the black arts I will rip this world apart.

 

Break all "should" "must" "could", there is only I am.

 

The wizards of today, some use music, others fear, one are called musicians the other politician.

 

What is oppressed is always finally expressed. Every hurtful oppression the potential for an equally ecstatic expression.

 

What has been made by words is more easily broken down by silence.

 

Every person is a river flowing wild within the banks of their essence.

 

To make every movement a dance and every word a song in itself.

 

And then our worst fear becomes true, that everything we wish for will be given.

 

In the greatest complexities is seemingly chaos, but also the highest potential for beauty.

 

How good mirrors are we of each other, is it that which determines beauty? For the worst mirror is the most ignorant and judgmental mind.

 

Freedom is what you have when no one knows the word.

 

I want to be hated generally, that I love individually.

 

In the mind of the no-mind no one knows what time it is.

 

In cryptic misunderstandings, he who understands the least becomes the most.

 

Closing one's mind requires much more energy than allowing it to be open. Fear closes the

mind - love opens it.

 

When we forget ourselves we remember who we really are.

 

You don't need reasons for love. Love proves itself.

 

Some eyes devour more light than others.

 

The prison we are breaking out of is the language we have created. Language is words. Words are defined. Definitions are prisons. Escaping this prison with more words is absurd.

 

The law of opposite destruction: the stillness of one equals the equivalent chaos in two.

 

Nobody wants forever, a mere moment of forever is enough to make you change your mind.

 

Insanity is the places most won't travel to. The places where nightmares feel like alien dimensions.

 

Everything speaks everything about everything.

 

Define it to change it.

 

The birds know more about the sea than the fish does.

 

Why make it last forever, when each moment is eternity. Eternal pleasure would no longer be felt as pleasure, only the contrast of pain makes it pleasure.

 

Fate: written in the stars, pronounced by free will.

 

And telepathy is the sound of love.

Minds I compare to cars. If your mind is slow you don't need that good skills to drive it. If your mind is fast like a racecar you need to have really good skills not to crash and burn.

 

Love brings meaning to everything.

 

The best reasons come into your love for one person.

 

 

 

Poems:

 

The Wisdom without words

 

I contemplate another language.

Beyond words.

With feelings.

A million times quicker and efficient.

And it's true.

I don't need words to get there.

Reaching conclusions without a word.

 

Bringers of chaos

 

Best is when no one will believe it.

No one sees before it is too late.

We have always been here, my kind.

We are the ones that rip worlds apart.

The bringers of chaos.

 

 

Quantum

 

A quantum leap

up the stairway of complexity

Molecules spinning through the emptiness

were drawn together

 

something even more

wondrous than attraction

born in an explosion

 

The empty spaces

 

I modify the empty spaces.

Black angels guiding the recreation of another time.

In unforeseen realities we lept,

in clouded skies we flew,

in hazed waters crawling,

through tombs of memories,

and we attained.

 

Secrets

 

Between every line

the hidden sublime.

The mystery is before

and after all things said.

An enigma is unfolded,

through silence.

All secrets speak best unspoken.

 

The little death

 

In the dead of night

night-blooming cereuses

dance before our eyes

and forces us into unconscious recess,

the period popularly called sleep,

which I personally know as recurrent death.

 

Insanity

 

In unforseen causality

appears synchronicity

when nothing longer makes sense

enters insanity

 

 

 

 

Death

 

And while I'm yearning

the world keeps turning

the seasons passing

reminds that everything

marches towards death

 

Change

 

I am the black hole,

selective gravitational forces.

I am the immovable mover,

the undefined definer.

I am that which never changes

ever transforms,

for I am change

 

Will to power

 

I am the will that awakens galaxies

I was here when stars collided

and birds sung of ancient lakes

I am the force beyond material

 

When stars collide I will be here

when will unites the being I'm also there

I am the element which unites the others

When I will it happens both past present and now

 

I know what time truly is and I see the lie behind space

I am victiorious when the end comes, and I'll be there when it starts

I look inside to alter what you call time, I move myself to take what's mine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beast of west

 

Beast of some sort of consequence

Rest on your open sores and wait

Feast of some kind supposed to make sense

Some are already there and some are too late

 

The peak they all craved for slowly fading

Into an abyss of goals reached and had

Another consolation in your hands dying

the world around you blinking its eyes and you turning mad

 

Reasons and other lies

 

No reason to live

no reason to die

no reason to do

no reason to not do

 

I AM

 

I am the demon that whispers life is wasteful repetition

I am the legion of demonic voices speaking fears and coloring every word you utter

I am pain when you least want it, I am all your attempts drowned in vain

I am every failure manifested in a single emotion

I am the sea of every disease you fear and hate

I am one and I am two, I am always the same, I never change

I was before time and I'll be after, I am beckoning and please, disrupted tension into

orgasmic ease

I am many words spoken once and one word uttered many times, I am in-between the alphabet's letters and I am dead.

I am colors, blackest blue and red, I am my head.

 

Another day

 

Feel the night as a cold glimmer

Feel the night as it passes away

On the run as it passes me over

on the run for another day

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On reality

 

Below the lines and between the surface of the mountain

In the depths of what is know and the shallow nature of that we are shown

To the infinite borders of the mind and the close-minded vastness I see myself

If the timeless limits of a moment were to erase would we still have time?

From the excuses I call mine and the thoughts I deem my mind I have concluded with obscurity and unreason

With a pledge to the truth I found another lie to adore, with my vow to honesty my faith my mind my self.

 

I am Blood

 

In your essence I lay dormant, waiting for you to feel my never-ending presence in you. When you feel pleasure or pain is it I who feel it through you. To have eternal ecstasy you must give in to me, sorrow will cease to exist. I am better than reality, I am all you ever wished for. I am grandeur and your dreams fulfilling moment by moment. In your temple I dwell, awaken and become one with me.

 

Love becomes me

 

I have surrendered my mind

for you to be my valentine.

Let's manipulate, spread the word of hate

and decide others' fate

as we wait for a higher state of existence.

 

When I spoke my words seemed to fuse with the ether.

Neither sun nor moon could contain my passion.

Hate withered like autumn leaves as love became me.

 

Further into love

 

Allow me to die in love

Descend from above

swallow me

into the great below.

Like the wind

 

I come like the wind,

I am without beginning and I never had an end.

I am lover and beloved,

I am the personification of divine nullification.

I have lost all that was mine,

my words are not me

in this swirling loving fire I embrace the uttermost desire to keep.

 

My essence

 

Eternal,

with but one moment given that is enough to learn all.

I speak in ambigious tongues for my mind comes from the beyond.

I am no longer here,

I am the center of the essence that stands still.

Fire, water, earth, desire.

The essence can no longer be stopped by this corporeal attire.

 

Disappearing

 

Becomer, attainer, eye of the centre.

Here is that which you search for.

Here is fountainous youth.

Here is forever.

A speck of dust

that disappears into opposition, uniting, sealing non-dual division with glue that remembers.

You without name,

highest one,

all-encompassing compassion and release,

lets me slip away,

you are you are you are,

and so am I.

 

I and you

 

I - drop of division.

You - sea of passion.

I melt into you. The ocean I became.

Oceanic, misanthropic love.

Oh lover and sun, devour me to please me.

His arms around her waist.

Her passion beyond this earth's desire.

This is where I end - you begin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Superdesire!

 

You instantly all-devouring eternal fire.

You rip me open, you complete me, you destroy me. You love me.

Super-instant-mega uttermost Love, you childish player of words.

But this love is a child, a giver and receiver.

It is no longer I, but eye in eye, that bring these teachings of fire.

Oh alien, paramount, sublime loser of once attained,

now you have taken it all by giving it all away.

 

Love

 

Love, I wish to speak with you.

For love speaks through you, forces you to rest.

As I die you do too.

I am death becoming,

the lost longing and the beloved caring.

I am the seed sown in grounds of fertile love.

More love you say? But it is in every word I speak.

Non-diviser non plus. All-complete unsubtractable.

And so the fire burns and burns as love reaches higher and higher.

Most denied, unopening door, you disappear and grant the lover entrance.

In trance, as I watch you swirl in a neverending trance you love me completely.

Our embrace to last forever as the unspoken becomes spoken through the silence of our love.

 

Desire

 

The desire to lose it all for something more.

The feelings that sweep away all doubt and inspires knowing.

The fields of neverending internal fire,

Elysium Fields - regenerative youth, flames of desire.

Existential blow to the core reveals the need for more.

Sweet surrender,

chariot that never rests pulls me off the ground,

invokes lost memories and rainy days turning into passionate immortality.

 

The watcher

 

Who sees your love and plays with like it was life itself.

Who travels in circles of absurd logic to reach destinations surreal.

We travel inwards to go where the outside wants us to be.

We let go to have.

We have to lose it all.

We lose it all to be everything once again,

and then it seems to repeat itself once more.

Circular desire, you're always there. Circular love, nowhere to escape.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ourobouros moth

 

I ate and devoured myself.

Now I no longer hunger, all gone and unaccounted for.

And the vision of woods,

where love is all there is lingers between my eyes like a dream I am waking up into.

So I wait and I sit, patiently. For I am nobody watching life from the inside out.

Like a moth into the flame I feel my way into the warm loving light and surrender my soul, for I am nobody and I don't need myself any longer.

 

484

 

Spider and snake in a web called fate,

virtual surreality and dreams combine.

The sea that never stills,

the wind that forever travels,

the speck of stardust that dissipates and becomes the universe.

Does the apple fall or does the ground chase it and the tree flee it?

Hypnotic, monotonous gods that rhyme with rabbit,

yet chases nothing more than reality itself.

 

Surrender

 

One moment of relaxed surrender to be had forever.

The sunken walls that let the ocean in,

the portal of momentary defense that lowers

welcomes what knocked eternally.

 

Doors of perception

 

In silence I am no longer there.

Through gates of mute perception

I knock and open doors to hybrid realities.

Duality a becoming duel between love and fear,

now united to suffer tears of endless beauty.

Silent skies behind velvet clouds shape the essence,

the landscape surrounding the tower that has fallen.

 

Atlantis

 

Saturnine blue lagoon and fated lovers

meet under a black moonlighted night of evanescent desire.

Cupid's arrows has finally triumphed to unite

the everseeking magnetic two in poetic starlike unity of hearts.

Slowly growing,

ever-flowing tears of knowing fill their eyes while manifesting destiny - sealing the void once and for all.

 

 

 

 

 

When the universe sleeps

 

I'm so silent I can hear the universe think of you.

Retrograde subliminal liaison with Neptune's moon - signifies centennial sidereal Eye.

Magnified, villified feeble

me

 

Maya

 

Shifting, changing, shaped by the timeless.

A touchable illusory garment sealing the void named space.

Seer and seen touching back on itself to realize the mirror.

All-obsessed by the sight of non-division,

to slip forward in parallell dimensions

becoming the ancient romantic fallen angel.

 

Infinity

 

Not the shout, but the whisper overthrows the universe's order,

and the whisper is without words.

Butterfly!

Outside of time you travel to reach your peace.

 

On another planet

 

Astral intensifying desire!

Carnal amoral mire,

Purifying violet screams that rip flesh open to a higher dimension.

 

Underworld 666

 

Beyond life and death it is sharper than a blade dividing

From lost love comes the longing to go back into what awaits

Spiders that weave on sorrows untold win the hearts of a million hearts bleeding

 

Antichrist

 

Mechanistic child-like oppressor,

you are of flaunted ego-centric reptilian love,

dissolving into the cold black-hole darkness

Procreates breakfast out of sanity

to satisfy a non-dimensional eternal hungering distress

 

Astral telepathy

 

Hyperintentional astral romance

a cyclical desire begging for space of heart

to mend the lost embrace.

This Angel-sent Venusian

glance exchanged by third-eye

love holds the present to change the past

shape the future

Eagle eyes

 

Young enough to fly and strong enough to die.

In total surrender and tears of sorrow

you give in to the embrace of tomorrow.

To obliterate doubt and never ask why

with an eternal sigh.

 

Ancient priestess

 

I was caressed by the memory of an ancient desire.

For love beckons to seek and to hold,

atlantean passion to be forever untold

as the flames grow higher and higher.

 

Cold, desolate and sub-conscious desires

fill the void with a painful sting.

Becoming, revolving, but never completing

where perverted steel meets her Eyes.

 

The way

 

I found a way

to make me feel.

Now I may hurt to heal

and live another day.

 

In this new age of shapeshifting

there is no longer forms in question,

but dreams and realities switching

from this quest we're on.

 

Fate

 

If I am fire and you are wood,

that could mean we are a match.

 

Sea-god

 

Oh eight-headed Hydra!

Cut one head off and another grows back.

Sensual sidereal Hydra,

you and only you are worthy of my subconscious attack.

 

Life rapes me and penetrates me deeply with ecstasy.

Then proceeds to impregnate my being with an unknown joy.

As if I was some kind of universal fuckdoll and god's toy.

 

 

 

 

 

The soul's last journey

 

Aghast and tender

in total surrender.

Scorned and forlorn,

under this evil, blue fullmoon I was born.

To dream and to unravel

what I must discover,

where the soul wants to travel,

to shatter the tower.

 

Politics

 

In this world of make-belief and story

who tells it best wins all the glory

to conquer the world and speak

lost ancient tongues

for the good of the weak

and the young

 

Soothsayer

 

Change the future

to suit the soul's desire,

romance overture

by burning fire.

 

As the sky expands

my heart does too,

When the sun sets,

and the nightsky beckons anew:

- I drop demands,

for you.

 

Joy

 

Crystallised joy in deconstruction,

repositioning the sensuous system,

becoming ecstatic passion immortal fire

with early morning burning desire.

 

Sacred

 

The utmost sacred fire burning

blazing desire as lovers hunger

gripping passion and yearning

heart to heart and hunger to hunger

souls are churning

 

 

 

 

Ecstasy

 

In ecstatic adoration of the divine

I am.

When water and fire combine

I become.

With romantic fantasy

we define reality

 

A new dawn

 

Sublime possibilities

making new realities

making way

for a bright new day

 

Sirens

 

The wondrous

eternal garden

walking in

endless fire

generous

sirens beckon me

 

The Details behind the mirror

 

Every seeming detail more sublime than previously assumed

every word and symbol a key to unlock doors

every sound a journey into the innermost mysteries

and they're coming through loud and clear

waiting for us.

 

Ravenflight

 

Songs are butterflies that fly eternally.

Possessed by divine ecstasy,

it becomes harder to speak

 

Fated Lovers

 

From the high arts of another dimension

into sleepless damnation

With timeless form under guile of seduction

begins everlasting adoration

and the void of creation

 

Just like rain

our ecstasy drips

just like pain

the memory whips

our soul.

And when forget who we used to be

it's sweet

and when we finally die

we meet.

 

Confused rambling

 

So forgive me if I'm new

but quite clearly

this moment is too

 

And if I wasnt me,

I just might be you.

 

Fact is I'm not a poet

I'm just dizzy

And if I ever did it

poetry that is,

it was because I was it.

 

And I don't know who I am

nor who cares

And I don't know what I've become

until someone stares.

 

So where's the light

and who's driving?

When it all gets bright

and everyone's dancing.

 

And I think I've found you in every night

If not, please turn off the light

cause I don't care to see what's not there

I won't look and won't bother to stare

if you're still not there.

 

This sounds too absurd

to not be right.

 

I can write poetry all day

to have it my way

because in the end

it's all I have to say.

 

And it's fun when I come

undone

And it's great when you're

late

and we laugh and you say I'm

a liar

and we talk and drink and go higher and

higher.

Me and you

 

Have you been looking well

for me?

Did you know I could tell

and see?

 

Were you searching in the night

like me?

And did you have to fight

to be?

 

Well then you must be me

and I must be you

and everything we ever read

must have been true.

 

Redefinition of hearts

 

I redefine myself to become

the words I speak

Redefinition for few and some

wolf among meek

 

And you wish to transform

but you're too proud to decide

looking for another worm

to cherish and hide

 

And I am the sword

that bleeds your heart

with a bittersweet word

that cuts it apart

 

The dead

 

And the dead shall forever die

while the divine has decided to give

to those who live

 

Immortal and free

for the price of a sleeping lie

that now I see

 

I'm here making a song,

but I won't stay long

Cause I'm here for a short time,

to last for a lifetime

And I burn like a candle

until my fire you handle

Like butterflies in the sun

 

Black hole

 

We crashed into

the sun

our souls ablaze

from this carnal desire

in sumerian haze

and neverending

heavenly kingdoms

now daze

and sway our innermost

being

love

you

jesus christ

 

The end of the beginning

 

Will you please draw the line

where you end, and I begin

or else I might reason

that we are one

so please draw lines with your mind

and tell me about it

 

Oh utmost divine in the crystal castle

Jesus Christ and all the saints

together at the table

looking for candles

waiting for their lover

 

Oh torturous one

behold thy creation

your holy son

looking in the elevator

and some telephone calling

 

I love

I breathe

I hurt

I am lover and beloved

I see

I feel

I search

I am drop and ocean

3

2

I am one

I am me

I am you

too

 

Lovers' covenant

 

Whispering love reaches the newborn sun

the young birds know time has come

When flames unite under this noontide sun

the daylight has won

When lovers part under this evening sun

some will remember that daylight is gone

some forget and think they never met

when darkness has won

we tend to forget

 

Black Raven

 

Love me like a black raven

under the full blue moon

take my hand too soon

in this carnal haven

the kingdom of heaven

 

I am the black raven

and you are my haven

under this full blue moon

we begin our honeymoon

 

...Through the eyes of love

I find myself

Desire above

Vampire and elf

written in some honeymoon

 

Feel the power

that tumbles the tower

the seething passion

that answers obsession

just for love

 

Nocturnal beauty

 

Making love by the fire

embracing the heat

Invoking desire

Two hearts beat

 

The wings of an angel is the sea of forever.

While the truth of the devil is the change of the weather,

the passionate embryonic fire of a slumbering vampire,

lifts above clouds and higher.

 

Eternal, carnal, obsessive

When night falls

Wondering, possessive

When she calls

soulful, expressive.

 

 

Ordainly entertained

by the mortal procession

Night summons moon

to darken this vision

He reaches for someone

but light faded soon..

 

50 000 demons roam the night

looking for someone, hiding from light

We wait in vain

as we cherish the pain

of waiting for something

that always is nothing

50 000 demons to make everyone

insane.

 

In numbers and signs

 

Like someone that exists

in movies about sorrow

she slits her wrists

with no hope of tomorrow

 

The arisen giant

Day breaks to reveal him

Summoned and pliant

under the command

of this dark magician's whim

 

Hell draws near

as he smells their fear

Clouds gather around

no one can hear

because there is no sound

as hell closes in

and he gives in to sin

to feast on their flesh

like some demonic hound

on their blood so fresh

 

Passion that crawls like a leper

kisses that slither like snakes

and love that hibernates

until it wakes

 

 

 

 

When reality meets insanity

 

Crystal eyes in sad blue velvet dreams

When he offers eternity

from tearful streams

to the highest divinity

 

Please yourself, you know you will

Scarlet desire in autumn sheets,

cold liquor with one red pill

where reality ends and fantasy meets

 

Fading yet glowing

this dying star

certainly knowing

it won't be far

before hurt becomes rebirth

 

Look up

look into

what wasn't there

is still not there

wish I didn't look

...when it still wasn't there

 

Behind closed doors

and inside dark minds

they move on fours

in a circle that binds

 

Demoness thinks

while some adore

and another sinks

hoping for more

 

Nocturnal epidermal!

Winter and wild,

beneath skin and in all

sucking desire of soul!

 

Entertained and insane

we dance around looking vain

in crutches all drunk and leaning

searching for meaning

against the table and on the floor

...screaming for more

searching for meaning

 

Loving and caressing

on the green fields of Elysium

They embrace, two souls confessing

where One meets One and Three is the sum

 

Velvet gray orgasms

pumping through my veins

on the floor in spasms

pushing against chains

 

Creation is the cumming of astral forces into physical reality

when vibrations and colors become sound and emotions uniting duality

Dreams, desires, vivid imaginations

giving space for newborn dimensions

 

Obliterating fires marching into dawn

Blue crystal skies, clouds that surrender

Fading thunder in horizons that never end

Signals from a civilization long gone

The same sun still shines

 

Violet Black

 

Like liquid violet wounds,

eyes watching us wail,

when the sky blackens,

and raindrops slither close - we know we're home.

 

In the mind there is a place which hides away from light,

as it gives into darkness in this place the one and the two becomes the three,

because the sun rises and the sun sets,

some things never change...

 

Overtaken by an alien entity,

as the third eye loosens it's control,

raped by thoughts in Dark City,

total surrender of the soul

 

As the mind wanders like it always does,

and the body breathes in its preferred tempo,

the thoughts circle around like a vortex

and finds its central idea again

 

Invoking the crown

 

Sending energy from a blackhole unknown,

the carnal vortex without being,

the star grown,

from astrallick harvest - now open and giving

 

I'm sending energy into the chakra called crown

starting from above and pursuing on down,

In this revolution of soul and mind

the energy starts from above

and it becomes a sign

 

The magician

 

Light and darkness to stimulate the eye that feeds

passion and obsession become the heart that bleeds

Hate transforming into sweet reality

when one is discovered to be Vanity

 

Found in all colors and things,

a telepathic hypnosis,

when the One sings,

and the mind enters gnosis...

 

Behind every illusion,

lies the honest conclusion...

Under every bridge of deception,

germinates a truth in conception...

 

I let go of myself to become the All

I let go of myself when I feel the call

I am the nothingness combined

with the ultimate knowing I become entwined...

When the two becomes one,

and the great All has conquered and won,

the truth that shines like the sun,

it has been done...

 

Look into,

you know it's you..

I glance back in the watery mirror

when souls are new,

when the elements and words

go together...

to show us all what we know is true.

A mirror still looking back at you

as reflections evaporate into air

and misty spring dew...

 

Dweller upon the threshold!

When night falls another opportunity.... calls.

Leaper and transcender of reality's grip and hold!

As you wish and desire... the old gate falls.

For such is the law of all magick designed

when intensity burns and welcomes surrender of the mind!

 

The eighth gate

 

The self envisions itself a saint or a whore

someone to love and someone to adore....

It searches for something in anything,

but realizes there is everything in nothing,

and then it wants a little more.

 

What fiery visionquest of longing and fate...

sealing a breach in time for his soulmate...

as space collapses and choices reversed,

another path is taken and the first is cursed.

 

Caresser of the innermost gate,

enter into your long lost fate...

When the impossible was reversed

your new gateways and destiny lays...

 

Give into lust and demonic desire

when the moon signals growth...

Let go of the supressed inner fire

as you share the stars' sacred oath...

 

Invocations and incense

with words that make no seeming sense...

Under colors and signs which begin to be clear...

Alas too soon,

not yet full moon...

 

Become on the inside what

you want to possess on the outside...

I'll hold your hand in a dance - in ecstatic trance...

realizing as ideas are swirling like a derwish,

you are your highest wish...

 

Forgot myself to find you,

erased myself to blind you.

Became myself to be you,

lost myself to see you.

 

The serpent is coiling,

the wind is blowing,

the stars alligning

when the mountain is howling...

 

Before time and light,

this mountain stood.

Like a beacon in sight,

but misunderstood.

 

Once seen by all,

but now covered and lost,

by the great flood and fall

which Noah once crossed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The ancient tongue

 

In the stormy sea of becoming you swim and crawl,

against nature the cosmic forces sleep,

dancing colors will your liberation this night,

to see you standing under a fullmoon joyously tall!

 

Come one come neon glow...

pry open pry to know...

Creeping wisdom

with violet flower

in my hand

...Grow and become

I will dig in sand...

even lower...

To know where the

dry cold ones are.

 

Ginger-bread man

 

I am the ginger bread man

with a spoon in my hand

I am the needle in flesh

bleeding in vain

Fresh as the pain

...Like lemon juice sour

Dripping a stain

that stays for an hour

 

I am clandestine

Serpentine

Free

I become to die

Evil eye

...See

The roles are now switched

Bewitched

How?

 

The yellow Serpent

 

The telepathic number

Your chosen starsign

A color that reminds

A love that blinds

 

Upon serpentine waves

a yellow snake rides

Slithering carefully

not to wake

the great hidden

in the deep black sea

of red desires

long forgotten hopes

signs and stars

passions to hold

flying high upon

an astral cloud

serpentine

 

888

 

attracting all things prosperous

the eight ritual is called fate

Green for the Elysium fields

The water of life

That showers Zeus

in a river

on the Elysium fields