spiritual

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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Aiwass

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Poetry

Aiwass, from Thy love of lost Pagan things,

Reincarnation of Crowley as the Beast 666.

My most beloved, Prince of Dark Times,

Let me invoke Him now, so we can be one!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Spiritual poem.

After the Golden Age

Folder: 
Poetry

Chaos should not cease

To dominate the world.

O yes, Nyarlathotep;

Will rule!

 

No wish for harmony,

Of its Golden Age;

It was before the Fall.

 

Reveling in constant disorder,

But Yog-Sothoth prefers reason;

Giving His first allegiance

To the Daemon Sultan: Azathoth

Remembering old times of this God.

 

Cthulhu does side with Him,

But Yig supports Yog-Sothoth;

As Father Serpent of the Cosmos,

Who invented this very world...

 

Yog-Sothoth has sympathy,

As Dagon; the Deep One Lord

And not even he can say

What will happen when there remains

A Princess restored on Her throne,

A Princess on Ebony Bone.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos Spiritual poem.

Abuhuiel

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Poetry

Abuhuiel;

Being reborn again.

Abuhuiel;

Cure my sickness...


Bring me back my psychics,

Abilities of old. 

If I might forget,

Let me remember once more.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A prayer.

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Abracadabra

Folder: 
Poetry

Charms and Spells,

Misfortune tells.

Make something disappear,

No regret, no tear...


Magical inverted triangle,

Inscription do bear.

One letter dropped,

Forming a triangle.

Abracadabra it is!


Warding off the plague,

Corruption of a phrase.

Quintus Serenus Sammonicus;

Inventing the erase.


"Abhadda kedhabhra",

Disappear at once!

"Abreq ad habra",

Hurl your thunderbolt

Even unto death.


Abraxas: The Gnostic God;

Evil Eye! O, Charm of mine!

Corruption of a Demon,

Of long-forgotten history.


Hobgoblin word,

Puritan Minister Increase Mather.

Crowley believed else,

Possessing great power 

In Abrahadabra itself!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Spiritual Magickal poem.

Abigor

Folder: 
Poetry

Grand Duke in Hell,

Appearing as a handsome man.

Knowing all the secrets of war,

Seeing the future, seeing it all!

 

Commanding 60 Legions of Demons.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Demonology poem.

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Abaddon

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Poetry

Abaddon, I can't help it,

I have to look at... At...

The Angel of Death,

Destruction and the end.

 

Greek Appolyon;

Beautiful Art thee,

Satan and Samael;

Equated with...

 

Conjuring spells,

For malicious deeds.

Abaddon, Prince

Ruling the Demons that is.

 

I love thee pretty sight,

I love thee enormous might.

Governing powers of evil,

Discord, war, devastation.

 

Abaddon was once a place,

And is now erased.

A place of destruction,

Region of Gehenna

 

Associated with the grave,

The underworld and Sheol.

Abaddon and Death together,

Merging as One...

 

King of the Abyss,

The bottomless pit of Hell.

Appolyon, Abaddon;

Pestilence and destruction hence!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Spiritual poem.

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An Armchair Theologian

I believe! I Believe! Lord, help my unbelief

I believe, I believe, my constant motif

I believe but don't grow

And my faith doesn't show

Because I can't be bothered to “do”

 

I know faith is given, not earned

Yet here I sit unconcerned 

I'm given to resting 

When I should be testing

To see that my faith is real

 

“You shall know them by their fruits”

But seeds planted on stones don't have roots

My apathy grows

So nobody knows

That I don't follow what I believe

 

The path down below is a slope

So gradual and smooth that you hope

It stays just the same

Like a current so tame

But leads to a waterfall

 

I'm not living, or learning

I'm sitting and burning

Lord I want to live

But not if I give

My time or my life

My comfort for strife

Is there an easier way?

 

You said believe and I shall be clean

Believe, and come home again

But how can I start

If only my heart

Wasn't an armchair theologian

IN MY BREATH

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2018

In My Breath  

By Pushkva 1-2-2018                                                                              

 

 

So many sufferings endured

Incessantly from the soul blood flows

Tears rain upon the altar laid

Stream of sadness and desperation

Stumbling upon rocks

Blocking path to the light between stones

Strength and courage sought in prayer

 

Weakness and failure overcomes

Wounded child falls

Thoughts, words, and lies from the enemy haunts

Reaching, grasping almost touching the evading truth

Lances implanted sharp pains delivers

Nothingness realized,

Surrender of self down upon knees brings

Words elusive, spirit of soul wails

Embracing holiness, releasing sighs

Peace and healing downward reach

Softly, gently, a balm soothing soul

Words like warm milk

On a snowy day received   

 

 

May upon you be my peace.

In my light...live,

In my breath...live,

In my suffering...love,

 

In the garden all is well

With its borders

         Pressing in on all sides.

 

Rest....


Breathe His breath my soul.

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