Magick

Kitchen Blessing (016)

Is my kitchen
Be healed, be happy
Let go your bitchin'

 

Come take part
Of food
Of drink
Share in laughter
Pause to think

 

Make a spell
Take one if need
Rest all travelers
And do take heed...

 

To all who enter
With harm in mind
Baneful action
Returns three times
In kind


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Timeless (012)

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1uZNG5QdqH4jmBcQD9-JTgV046y5-ulAp/view?u...

The above is a link to an audio file in my google drive, hopefully it works


 

Unburdened by time 

What's a second?

What's a month?

What's our life?

How sublime

 

My time with you felt

Not sped up, nor slow

Not feeling exactly

Correct though

Time with you

Feels timeless

 

No face

To face 

No hands

To handle

Nothing wasted 

Nor both-ends

Burning of the candle

 

Time to pursue

Never rushed 

Never dallied

Plans to hang

Never hung 

Just rallied

 

Unfettered

We flit

Feeling free from 

Father Time

Greeted us gayly

Granting gifts

To gather 

At our prime

 

Time with you 

Feels timeless

Indeed

Time with you 

Is blissfully

Freed

From

Time

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

There is audio for this that I feel prudent to listen to alongside the written word. 

I don't know how, if such an option exists, to upload that audio file to this posting though 

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Aiwass

Folder: 
Poetry

Aiwass, from Thy love of lost Pagan things,

Reincarnation of Crowley as the Beast 666.

My most beloved, Prince of Dark Times,

Let me invoke Him now, so we can be one!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Spiritual poem.

Abracadabra

Folder: 
Poetry

Charms and Spells,

Misfortune tells.

Make something disappear,

No regret, no tear...


Magical inverted triangle,

Inscription do bear.

One letter dropped,

Forming a triangle.

Abracadabra it is!


Warding off the plague,

Corruption of a phrase.

Quintus Serenus Sammonicus;

Inventing the erase.


"Abhadda kedhabhra",

Disappear at once!

"Abreq ad habra",

Hurl your thunderbolt

Even unto death.


Abraxas: The Gnostic God;

Evil Eye! O, Charm of mine!

Corruption of a Demon,

Of long-forgotten history.


Hobgoblin word,

Puritan Minister Increase Mather.

Crowley believed else,

Possessing great power 

In Abrahadabra itself!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Spiritual Magickal poem.

Abel de Larue - French Sorcerer

Folder: 
Poetry

Under influence of a Demon,

French Sorcerer, black dog,

Being known as The Smasher,

Not of this world...


Placed in a Fransciscan monastery,

By his mother in her commandery.

He became enraged, abusing him,

By beating him, he plotted revenge.


He said a black spaniel appeared to him,

Promising to help him, going to his aid

Surrendering himself as in a raid.


Arrested on charges of Sorcery,

Spell-casting, hatred and grief.

The Demon never rescued him,

For against such forces of the law he couldn't win.


He was found guilty and hanged,

But his spirit was encouraged.

Now he hates even more,

Horror, destruction and gore.


[He was executed on July 20, 1582].

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Demonology poem.

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Astral Plane Magick

Folder: 
Poetry

I drew my magick in Arts,

In front of the altar starts

The Magick Circle around,

The Demon was abound.

 

He bowed over me,

"What doth thee?"

 

Magick on the Astral Plane,

This way invocations are safe...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some thoughts.

Abracadabra

Folder: 
Poetry

Charms and Spells,

Misfortune tells.

Make something disappear,

No regret, no tear...

 

Magical inverted triangle,

Inscription do bear.

One letter dropped,

Forming a triangle.

Abracadabra it is!

 

Warding off the plague,

Corruption of a phrase.

Quintus Serenus Sammonicus;

Inventing the erase.

 

"Abhadda kedhabhra",

Disappear at once!

"Abreq ad habra",

Hurl your thunderbolt

Even unto death.

 

Abraxas; The Gnostic God;

Evil Eye! O, Charm of mine!

Corruption of a Demon,

Of long-forgotten history.

 

Hobgoblin word,

Puritan Minister Increase Mather.

Crowley believed else,

Possessing great power

In Abrahadabra itself!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about magick.

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book 4

deep slow inhale
as scent of your sex burns upon the surface of my mind..
muscles tense and release as fingers grip thighs..
deep exhale
as passions twisted release winds its way across your pearl..
slow thrust of fleshy force into ur pleasure..
focus of self upon instant moment of release
deep within..
meditation as known guides path to unknown..
past doubts and mind
to the essence of the space between us
as we touch deep.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

reaching out through time and space between words that describe a feeling but not a touch..
d w t w s b t w o t l

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Abdul Alhazred

Folder: 
Poetry

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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