Tag: occult
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Rites to Summon Dead Kings
A pugil of thyme twisted from the stem by a princess finger, scent lingers long after burning The cooling ashes churned, one mortal hand stirs the mortar which stirs the dirt perhaps to something immortal Portal to pineal reopening, shaking off of ivy on the less-used eye Lantern of Osiris grows outward from the brow,…
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Hand of the Autarch
Flower of many petals peeled by my hand I remove books from church canons With gauntleted hands I carve glyphs drawing rifts between planets I have ridden strange axes through black places At collapsing dwarves oversaw phasing deaths of galaxies like galleys vast-masted reduced to flotsam by fantasy weapons.
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H O L L Y W O O D E N I D O L
Celluloid satanism spurs a return to biblical literalism A new age of Creationism, it is the days of Noah and a schism Is coming, I have heard words hinting it, the trees hiss it Black mirrors breeding autisms, big meg Judges using lawgivers On civilians, the prisons are full In Winter we shiver while our…
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NewNightmare
Kids having nightmares at governments admitting involvement in assassination Not in our good nation; not our mothers and fathers; not our beloved freemasons What if Freddy Kreuger FK was Fitzgerald Kennedy Admit the assassination where there’s no peril for ‘em A sad tragedy on closer inspection reveals threads, threnodies of trinities Get you a bucket…
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Winter Ride to the Lodge
Sheets of sight-stealing snow A sheep’s coat covering steals the road and sense of route Barely seen behind his coat the driver spits rudely Cracks his crop to break the horse unruly Alexander hiding Bucephalus’ shadow A single jewel kings his finger, gained unduly Ejects starlight, the duel of sun and dew The Holly laughing…
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Starspawn
Sick from but not of drinking Sick from and of thinking I’m sinking pints in a dockside bar Fog-shrouded far harbour Between loud sips of lager tales regales us Of his sea-borne, sea born Father The man I am named after He points up to a beam in the rafters Hangs a portrait of a…
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Green Cars Kill Ya
Green cars will get you, ask James Dean Skrrrrr before the term existed, kerb he bit it Like a smoke lit big light means soon ash Ten times whiplash his head hangs like heavy fruit dangling on thin twigs Nose pushed in like a pug or a pig His ride carved up the street, trenches…
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Spring Spells Summer Starts
Day of Bealtaine Shovelling it down, like trowel dinner Veil faint as paint thinner Ecstasy take 23 Dance until my heart seizes and I keel over Planes bird shadow white cliffs at Dover Those my soul goes over My easeful transit transatlantic Angels traffic skyways Coincidental highways My way or the jibe’s fake Cry your…