divine alchemy





Through the divine

alchemy of time,

our anger is turned

into laughter

and even more sublime.....

into love.


-saiom shriver-

Abdul Alhazred


Alhazred was born in Yemen,
Traveling in the known world;
Amassing lore and legend,
And the tales of the fiends.


A writer and a poet,
He was educated much.
Geometry, algebra, Alchemy
And magickal incantations' need.


From the cup of occult knowledge
He drank deep...
Driving a normal person
To madness or beyond.


Alhazred was once a normal man,
With desires like we all can.
He was Arab by birth,
With a pale skin in rebirth.
Being labeled the mad,
As he was once a dad.
But had to eat his child,
By the King of the Palace's might.


He wrote down the Necronomicon,
In more than one song...
The obscure, the forgotten,
The suppressed, the rotten.
Never meant to be read;
It causes insanity with speed.
Not interpreted rationally,
The thoughts cause a rally.


Alhazred was insane,
By the lore he learned within.
But he wrote clear,
With many a tear.


The state of the Universe,
In reality suspense;
Plaything of mad gods at best,
Sewer of evil in the north, south, east, west.


Humans dare not dream of this,
For their peaceful lives they cannot miss.
A warning and guide this book is,
And by the Djinns you do wish.


Alhazred died, not a mystery,
It is written in history.
In the marketplace,
He was erased.
By the Demon from beyond,
Who wanted him gone.
Blood upon the sand,
There he was banned.
In broad daylight,
With many a sight.


He meddled with evil things,
With beings with wings.
He is now dead,
After he bled...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about the Mad Poet.

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My addiction and nightmare

My mind stays stuck
Focused on fake love
And fuck.
These addictions are an old demon
Pretending to be my friend
With whom much wasted time ive spent.
Its true self disguised so well, until the end.
When its all over and done with,
Then i can see things clearly.
Depressed and tired, then the next minute,
Id do anything to do it again.
I am good at pretending it is okay
I can cover the dirt with frosting,
But the dirt still remains
It stays the same.
The same pain,
It leaves a stain.
I tried to face it,
And it visited me in my dream
The same feeling of being as hopeless
As when under the water drowning.
As i started to wake up, back to reality,
I could feel the nightmare fading,
I started swimming to the surface
Of the ocean i was drowning beneath.
I woke up gasping for air,
As if i wasnt able to breath
While facing the truth of my addictions,
And how far i have sunk beneath.
Maybe i have been dreaming,
And during that nightmare I was awake
And able to see the truth clearly
So i could escape the chains and taste
The beauty of truth as i face the light of day.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

just keeping it real. As i talk of my shadow, i am shining a light on it. Being me as a whole. Transcendence.

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