3/21/12

thralling apparition of the shale

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Accursed mage dark and belial,constructor within the blackened realms.
Appear before the apparition,from welkening thralls within the shale.
Conjured forth through majestic plains,where the harbingers of twilight await.
Incandescent forms ablaze,as ventriloquists' of the forsaken stones.


Spellcast! mute there glowing tongues,the secret of runes shall not be deciphered
Awaken! the shadows consciousness,to abound the figures within obsidian void.
prepare! the swirling vortex,hypnosis to falter there ethereal minds.
Enchant! the sacred grail,with the potion of your vanquishing elixir.


Mathematics magician of winding spheres,sculptor of perennial thought.
resurrect vicarious skies,a mystic veil for protection.
Onwards,the passage is granted,to summon forth the scorching winds.
Command the dwelling figures to enter within the banishing shade.
Charade!. The forsaken sky is falling down,your abysmal shield no longer found,your lordship has been uncrowned,and your servants have been impaled on the mound.
Hail! Hail!,your death shall prevail,your flesh will be placed on carrions sail,your blood shall be drained inside the grail,as your spirit is cast to the welkening thralls,of the shale.


Accursed mage dark and belial,constructor within the blackened realms.
become the apparition that welkins thrall within the shale.


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3/10/12

THE GATEWAY

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we snatch the words from the forgotten tongue, licking the golden orbs
to abound the polytheistic courtship, with singing of poisonous doctrines
the resounding seas from a trumpets cry, brings the tide of Eucharist tome
we take shape of composers, and mute the heavens under binding psalm

we who walk the pyramid's edge, the monument of discernment and fire
our mind columns merge antiquity, eternal fusion with surreal hypothesis
nectar of the spirit spilled and tossed beyond to the quenching of wolves
expanding the wings of malodor, through the veil where black winds blow

spit nocturnal thunder and lash the soul of reptilian shudders
my scars become the gateway, to enter the rites of eliuesis unmasked

armored huntress of velvet souls and lost creations enfolding
you have been summoned where pedestals and nimbus collide

when my initiation has been completed
i command thee, to cure my face
with one gaze, free from wounds
i shall claim my throne in the mist of a sabbatical dawn

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We yearn for some explosive, extraordinary escape from the inescapable and, none forthcoming, we put our faith in an apocalyptic rupture whereby the inevitable is solved by the unbelievable grasshoppers, plagues, composite monsters, angels, blood in industrial quantities, and, in the end, salvation from sin and evil--meaning anxiety, travail, and pain. By defining human suffering in cosmic terms, as part of a cosmic order that contains an issue, catastrophe is dignified, endowed with meaning, and hence made bearable.