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A Baby Again

I want to be in your arms forever,
Resting my head on your lovely chest
I want to be a baby again
In your warm cuddle and embrace

Author's Notes/Comments: 

...to my love.

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Astral Plane Magick

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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.

Armageddon-Bullet

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Short Stories

Thunder was heard from outside, I saw the lightning through a hole in my curtains. I knew they had come, I started to walk around. Then on a bookshelf I saw the statue of the Demon, the Demon I knew but instantly again (and to my frustration) forgot his name. Then He spoke to me, the Demon; He discussed with a fierce voice the upcoming end of the world and many other things of which I had no understanding.

 

The Demon showed me a vision of great Anubis-beasts who made the ground tremble, black they were, with great Anubis-heads and vast bodies without roundings (at least none were such as visible). On top of these Anubis-beasts rode great Pharaohs dressed in white and gold, but immediately through or split from their chests bloody open came zombies, leaving the pharaohs cut open and dead, falling away from the great beasts. That was my vision of the end of the world, which always seems to include zombies.

 

Ramses came into the room after I heard the alarm of war outside, he said we had to hide from the bullets that would kill a man so he said he would hide me in the cellar. As ridiculous as he is, he put me under the table in a sleeping-bag, that was his cellar, I don't know, maybe he was already mad at this point; it just didn't make much sense to keep lying there so I stood up and walked towards the window. Then a bullet came through the glass, but it was a strange bullet; it seeks its target and keeps bumping to the walls until it has find a target. This time the bullet didn't hit me but almost did as I was unbalanced and had great difficulty avoiding the bullet.

 

I decided to go to the cellar myself. There were strange colored glass windows (which I don't recall seeing before) in the many rooms (which were all mine as I claimed them before due to the reason that nobody wanted to live there because of the evil things possibly dwelling there). I had really huge rooms but I decided to remain in the small rooms...

 

Then it happened, the bullet came through one of the windows, as it started to seek its target people came running down the stairs towards me (including Ramses). They all saw it when the bullet hit me, but then something weird happened: it didn't kill me, it made me mad, really insane, delirium in a chaotic way...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(A dream I had).

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Anubis The Forecast

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Poetry

The sand ascended,

A whirlwind closeby.

In the tomb,

Where the dead were lain to rest.

 

From this storm raised,

The aspect of Anubis;

The god that attends the dead,

To the hereafter...

 

With robust voice raised,

He let me know:

"Dead you go!"

My destiny written down.

 

A day hereafter,

In normal life;

I drowned into the lake,

Death had grabbed me tight.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(A dream I had).

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An Account of Monsters

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Short Stories

I was in the squat, they always seemed to me like buildings from third-world-countries; but you have to do with what you have. There was one beautiful room with a black sofa (I always wanted a sofa in my room) and no television, a drying rack, some music-boxes, clothespins, etc. But the sad thing was that the room belonged to someone else. Ramses told me I could stay in the room (but that is something else than having it yourself), so I stayed. I enjoyed the room till the moment came the owner came home, I locked the door so I had to open it of course and he came inside telling me it was alright I used his room, what a relief!

 

At the front of the house there was a monster, I always feared the day would come that the minions of Cthulhu would be released (and still I do pray for the very day) and here (in this dimension) it has come to pass, I fear they will consume me alive. I know the name of the monster in front of my house but I fear to recall it by its name. The most scary thing was that I opened the door slightly and for a moment I feared the monster would come through the door into the house to eat us all, but the door closed fastly, we were safe again...

 

For some time I pondered at the lake, it was night. I was outside and kept walking up and down next to the black waters, I wondered where the Deep Ones were and if they would come to get me too, I wished to see them, I truly did, but nothing happened. But at least I could contemplate upon the lake. I was thinking about the monster, what was it doing? Was it sleeping? Was it watching me? The gray huge monster, the thing I feared most.

 

I had another room; it was high in a cocoon of white plastic, it was a bubble. It was not much, maybe it was not even real but it was there, there high in the air where the monsters couldn't reach me, where the gray thing from beyond couldn't touch me, I loved this place. I started to put on my inline-skates; the plan was to outskate the monsters speed, to be able to be faster than him; like I did before that day when I outran the cops on the street near the Fish-market. When I looked outside of the bubble I saw the dragons, the monsters; and I knew that they were mere creations of the mind, but still I feared them even more, while in truth I am one with them; even one with the monster who haunts me.

 

The monster was able to get inside this time, fastly it ran through the hall, slaying all in its path, it was time and I was finished. When I returned to the beautiful room, he was dead, the owner was dead. His body was lying bloodred on the black sofa. When I explored more I noticed that everybody was dead, but Ramses I couldn't find; of course he mystically disappeared (like always). I heard something. Fear took control of me. Large footsteps in the hallway, shuffling sounds. I had to move, I just had to move. I crawled to the door and looked around the corner. Nothing. Fastly I closed the door behind me. I couldn't stay here. What reason I had to stay here? Suddenly the monster jumped from around the corner on me, knocked me with my head down on the floor and devoured me alive...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(A dream I had).

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All White

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Poetry

Emptiness, a clean start.

Space in your head,

If you let life go on

Then there's place for magic.

Then the world will open itself,

And everything is possible.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some thoughts.

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Alienate Beloved

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Poetry

There is silence in the world

Since we didn't said farewell;

And your beauty with an alien speech

An alien tale would tell.

 

There is silence in the world,

Which is not peace nor quiet;

Nei; a golden heart

Ever I seek to flee therefrom,

While I belong with Thee,

And walk the ways of the riot.

 

But when I hear the music moan

In rooms of thronging laughter,

A serpent-tongued demon drives me forth,

And silence follows after.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos love poem.

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Alhazred's Statue

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Poetry

I traveled to Alhazred hence,

The statue and the bench.

There he is locked within,

For his very Sin.

 

Once I drew him out,

When I was madly roaming about.

But chained he was to me,

So he couldn't flee.

 

Alhazred saw me pluck the flowers,

And threw the roses over him so fragrant.

And he didn't liked it then,

But I tried to learn him a lesson.

 

Death comes by for all to see,

And even when you don't want, it shall be!

You cannot remain in this statue for eternity,

Alhazred let me set thee free!

I wish it! So Mote It Be!

 

I will visit thee...

Until thou art free!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem (a vision I had).

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Aiwass

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Poetry

Aiwass, from Thy love of lost Pagan things,

Reincarnation of Crowley as the Beast 666.

Most beloved of Ordo Templi Orientis,

Let me invoke Him!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Dedicated to Aiwass.

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