Sunday, April 20, 2008

Early Exercises in Evocation

We lay beneath the vault in Byronesque romancing, dreaming up evocations for the gods. They are full of personal inuendo and do no justice to the art of poetry but nonetheless served us well for the time they were intended.

Spout those horns, bore bone with diamond,
we are the bull in blood in sap we are that molecular rush.
Oscillation is our direction though we are still, perched upon the cross
in guard of the split moon that whisks from side to side about their pole.
Create me and give me name, I shall return the favor.
Carve the seal upon thy heart, shred thy
soul so it may breathe, the 6 in hell will render
Time has just begun.
Let each moment be forever, blink and miss thy afterlife for the
sands in your hands are the wings upon thy back.
The torch spares us no shadow as it burns in all our I's.
Let yourself surround you and surround the surrounding more than this
Why are you lost behind the brick?
The mirror has no patience.
Break it now and spread the disease!
The man in the glass thinks himself more us than we do.
The us is the living in between.
It is not held by the punctuation of thy casket nor is it waiting for
the silence to inhale, it is here and there and we are both

Ave Baphomet!


Born to me, within me, soul inside.
Cloven hoofed beast long for escape.
Free from chains and breathing in deep air,
forest filling with thorns, clouding skies break rain.
Come to me, living thing inside rotting flesh, feeding mind.
Tell the forming mire she cannot have this find and lay screaming for beauty.
Sounding hooves scrape before the rush, come to me!
Nobility breeding mind immensity of wood and leaf,
Fell trees and leave clear a path!
Sealed in ink, drawn in blood,
this signet sings within. Beating heart so soft a song
Even sun filters light, it does nothing to belong.
Outside and within.
Call down the fall!
Rolling thunder, jagged strike speak a name.
Hollow wind and silent stars cry a name.
Withering blade and dried carcass breathe a name.
Name is all.

IO PAN!

Art by Taurina

Lay, Bornless One. Lay with me as if you are the moon and I the sun.
Come in the hour of conception, blind me with sweet deception.
Weave one more lie before I am free of time.
Listen to my heart, hear my mind breathe,
am I regrettably human, mostly ignorant and slightly blind?
Let loose, let me choose so I see the light.
Walk, be with me in the night.
Morning sun, kiss as I rise do not look to me.
Fear anger, hate words, illusion hurts, truth burns.
See me for what I truly am, Magus and adept but still man.
Night is a solitary plane, bear my soul and give me pain.
No matter, it is still same.
In strength and unity remain.
Come O Bornless One!
You the rising moon and I the rising sun.
I am two and I am one, I am all and I am none.

Art by Immortus

Dark Prince, devoid of sacred light, feel a heart, feeding, breathing, living.
Feed on love, necessary for survival. Meeting needs and living life.
Two divisible by one. Four by none. I dare not bleed silence.
Angel falls and star is set. Cold pierces veins and blood freezes still and quiet.
Hear it no more, frozen time.
Failing heart and mind blackened sackcloth sun. Life prevailing, its strength mortal.
Force inevitable, sustaining and lengthening.
Love and time and destiny malevolent.
Take reluctant place in time, continuing magi.
Arcarnum! Symbol of eternity. Sign read back to front.
All reversed.
Deepening oceans vast, crossing continents, cannot find you.
There, we are one far travelling to find the mortal way.
One life lost without afterlife, no more hope of eternity and immortality failing.
Death. Tortured silence.
Harbouring sacred desires enthralling and enslaving soul.
Half a life. Half a death. No life at all.
Times master and slave, destiny bought by coin.
Recognising duality but do not let it sleep side by side.
Losing dimensions above time. Feeling beating heart I die alone,
Feeling pulse within me as I lay losing harrowing agony, time do not deny me this,
One last dying wish be it this.
Create through touch, through thought, through mind. By word.

AVE SATANAS! AVE SATANAS!

Art by ClaireModel

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