Art

love it

 

Some grins bear rotten teeth.
yes and no are synonymous.

***********​

II = 3​

Running in Place​

In seeking to deny GOD a universal definition, we define GOD as that which cannot be defined.​

de. fine. god.​

The refinement of self is the preparation of a sacrifice on the altar of experience.​

re. fine. SELF.​

I = 2​

A Qabalistic Riddle​

He who walks ALONE ​

walks with MANY.​

(the exalted man's numerical palindrome)​

0 = 1​

She Screams Silence​

when the limits of the body strain​

to bear the weight of the soul:​

Pain,​

Stretching the diameter of the (w)hole.​

And when the husks are cast aside,​

IT is nothing which abides, each​

Burst of flame a supernova pang​

in the labour, for the birth of ecstacy.​

Through clenching teeth, grinning lips​

Bathed in the dew of sweat, she screams​

Silence.​

 

Now that’s what I’m talking about! Good, good stuff!

 

Glad to see you back as well. I always enjoy what you post. pfft~ thought I had posted to this but it was a night when hipforums wasn't very cooperative. I loved the lines Slyvan reposted as well. Great timing though since I might have missed this last gem otherwise.

 

Vermin in the Temple.​

Poison in the Apple.​

A shining eye has lost its luster-​

IT was all the gleam that I could muster.​

Let this be a lesson to the Leopard:​

Beneath the Deer's Hide: Horror Unfathomable. ​

 

'the river of not' seeks to reject the 'bridge of equality'
both are available paths, yet,
by means of 'yes' everything is made sacred unto Infinity
by means of 'no' everything is left as a desert of husks.

 

We might begin to know;

the journey's flow.
the new-fallen snow.
​

Our knowledge would be never.

ending.
​

 

I love the way you break the poem with pauses and punctuation, too often people type their poems in what seems to be a run own sentence.

Very very good structure, or unstructure, lol not sure

 

Sometimes, the words of another
are far better than my own:

"We're fucking you back."
-Phil Anselmo, 25 Years

 

awwwwwww fantastic

Stretching the diameter of the (w)hole.

 

intense....in the most amazing way....

 

“To such as ask you where Paradise and Hell are situated, you should answer: Paradise exists whereever you speak the truth, and do the right; Hell is present wherever you speak that which is false, or do that which is evil.


Paradise and Hell are not localities, they are states, and the contrasted states will remain to eternity; even as good must ever remain in opposition to evil; as the essential of a personality is opposed to that of Intelligent Existence, which is Liberty.”*

​

It is no lie to state:

the truth cannot be stated.​

To understand,​

it will suffice the reader​

to make a study ​

of this word:​

fabrication. ​

​

“To tell the Truth to those who cannot understand it, is to lie to them. To unveil the Truth to such persons is to profane it.”*​

*-Eliphas Levi Zahed​

http://www.blackmask.com/books30c/sanctumregnum.htm​

 

rommial........

words are like mirrors, they show the glinting light upon the souls of those who are in darkness....
my love always
N
x

 

Naomi:


The dissolution of the veils of thought by the Light of the Sol is the ecstacy of the higher communion for which we enter into the rapture, and commence.

reciprocation.
x, indeed.

 

LOL​

 

Father, Sun, and Holy Ghost.
A parasite; a host.
The cost of splendour,
Healing the barren release.
Enter into the trees eternal:
Rapture of the earth.

A relinquished seed
Vitiates generation;
Opened conduit to

Night, falls upon us,
Untying the (k)not:
Inititiate dissolution
To regenerate evolution.

 

ancient egyptian creation porn?
spit in the morning, baby
swallow at night, nuit

 

Indeed. Light shines. Within and without.

 

"Kill the man, become the monster."
-Dez Fafara(Coal Chamber), El Cu Cuy

There is a moment:
When life becomes an observation.
I deserve IT.
T'is a monument to my lamentation.

de. serve.

Suffer?
OH! WHat joy it is!

Fluctuation vomits on you.

"Man into monster, monster in man:
Man and monster both die!"
-Act of Confusion, Transformation

 

There is a formula of attainment far from the norm
By which one might poke and prod at God, until that
Entity Divine is motivated to answer thy Will Sublime,
For otherwise he would just lounge in his E-Z Chair
And stare at the wall upon which so many shadows
Are cast by his flexing hands, held before the Light
That shines from his Heart in the midst of Night.

There are no chains, only links.

"There is no crucifixion."
-Austin Osman Spare