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mourning echo of despair,
I am alive but not in vain,
your hopeless touch of deaths of joy,
your wealth of thought, your tempting lure,
I am but graciousness and pain,
this is a wealth of deaths upon a death,
a purple substance of the paralysed veins,
a storm of flames up in the luring infinite,
the face of sacred, the embedded truth,
a love of demons and despair,
suffocated in the fragrance rain,
deep in the breath of time’s sexuality,
a murdered youth in luxury,
a hopeless, faint, exquisite memory,
the burning oceans in the pure dark,
the touch of lust, hypnotic mystery,
a breath so freezing on the mind,
the death’s alive and kills and reigns.
Poem from my book 'The Allure Of Time' now available on amazon.
I’m still choking on my own blood.

As it slowly fills my lungs.

I am drowning inside myself

The blood is mine; 
the air is gone,

Now so am I.

After death, there’s nothing more than that same familiar empty space 

waiting for your thoughts to refill it

Infinite & Eternal 
in every direction;
both up and down and beyond before.

encircled by the horizon.

This emptiness where your awareness doesn’t so much ‘go’ 
as recollect that it’s always been here.

look through this persisting dream! 

there is no afterlife because nothing, 

not even memory, is really destroyed.

just transformed 
into particles

into wavicles 

into higher frequencies,

your mind no longer fathoms,
so you leave 
your mind behind.





your awareness is the fifth state of matter.
© Tabassum Tahmina Shagufta Hussein
    Those who say about thee with
    words of despair,
    Merely weave walls of words,
    You are not invisible , Oh Beloved.
    Talk to me for a while and bless my
    heart at times,
    With your bliss.
    Sit with me, with the gentle breeze,
    I can listen to you in the sound of
    I see you in the blazing sun,
    From the blade of the grass to the
     twinkling stars.
    You make the breath of life,
    Oh eternal sweet,
    I am relieved of the fatigue of the
    Stretch Thy hands,
    Put it on mine,
    Paint the images of life,
    With the brush of beauty.
    In this beautiful dawn,
    It was  you who symbolised,
    The living message of this Universe.
    My Beloved!
When life feels hopeless,we seek refuge to nature. The presence of beauty may renew our hope. There is beauty everywhere. We just need to see it, cherish it.
Chris Jan 12
Born out of chaos, the chaos that sleeps,
Crept out of the Nameless Mists,
Spawn of void and boundless deeps,
Knows and sees all that can exist.

He knows, knows all he knows and sees,
He sees all and broods and waits,
He stands guard and holds the keys,
He knows the gate, he is the gate.

He's as great as space is vast.
By the unnameable's dreams he's brought,
The present, the future and the past,
All are one in Yog-Sototh.
Dedicated to one of the most awesome creations of the great H.P.L :)
Homunculus Jan 7
Enraptured in
a fevered spasm,

Captured in the
mind's phantasm,

Swimming through
the ectoplasm,

Pouring from the
roaring chasm,

Hidden in the
soul's recess

A subtle, gentle,
warm caress

So jubilant, it  
doth redress,

The hindrances which
so suppress,

The progress of the
spirit's wellness,

Showing things which
words can't tell us,

Giving gifts, which
none can sell us,

Do you
hear the
bell that's
              from a

It resonates from
mammoth spheres,

In orbit, shedding
countless years,

Through aeons of

And boundless

We see how worlds
arise and cease,

We see how yearning
lays the fleece,

The wool over the eyes,
deceiving, cool

Dispassion's peace
relieving, our

Great webs
of pain and sorrow,

to light the morrow

For as all things
must come apart,

So suffering's,
great work of art,

is merely but
a transience,

receding slowly
in the dark.
Ammar Younas Nov 2018
It is a one night journey
from fulfilment to frustration
from hope to despire
from someone to no one
It takes just one night
to be a mystic...
Standing upon a hill, I.
Under black & purple sunwheel.
Standing with sword in right hand, representing morality and righteousness.
Standing with mine own decapitated head in left hand, represting violent and sudden removal of Ego &&& it's prompt reclaimation.
Standing soaked in the blood of the wound as my sacramental rebirth offering and cleansing.
My own next level of Apotheosis.
Kept alive by sheer will & & & magicks.

Headless mystic standing akin to an Autosacrifical Kali Ma.

Standing as Ego.

Standing as Godhead.


Standing as Headless Warrior.

Omnia et Nihil.

I am become The Other, the Ritual Evolution.
This is a poem I wrote back in Dec. '17, saved to my phone, and never published.

I liked the ritualistic meditations it sired so I decided to send it out into the 《《《☆》》》.
zen Sep 2018
A dozen fellows draped in threadbare tread densely,

Profligating goons in obsidian gowns
gathered under rainbow
moonshine shaking bronze hands,
howling and ******,   in the shambles of the moon,  
rap'n and nod'n to the notes of midnight.
The mellow marines mourned over malice,
lionizing over lost ones,
many howled venerated, exalted in wonder
in  favor of their thrilling grace, and delight,
and brilliance, and might!
but some neighboring sticklers,
    behaved haughty and in disdain,  
of the crowdy Cavaliers bellowing echoes
signaling out
                 to the seers of the sea,
singing to the wands overwatching the wedding,
and ravens listened,
   roving like noble patrolsmen.

Traveleres and trainees at sea
   humble and bright
niave, and frieghtened
in traverse,
           volatile and toiling,
Lunatics, (laughing, laughing, laughhing,)
Rumaging through rain,
rallying and rableroused,
through towering halls of mohogony,
     hefty and wholesome were their hearts
though, beast of the woodsy edifice
were foul and benumb
scowling with contempt,
haste to devide and devised to hindrance.

Hence the heroes heed
   to the valleys of rose, and violet,
and strawberry fields of forever,
 seeking Saint Nicholas,
in the bustling Byzantium,
      in the murky shadows of doubt.
jacob hulecki Aug 2018
love is all around
sweet and sound
within and without
resolve all the doubts
Air breathes on down
as it touches our crown
kings and queens of the earth
divine right in your birth
manifests all around
breathe and ground
you are the one in all
don't fear and fall
come and take your place
and feel God's grace
cause all is possible
you're bright and full
your focus brings it here
your faith takes it there
and now we're here
all that holds dear
direct source incarnation
The Sphinx in its location
The beauty and perfect form
to be you what is the norm?
Alchemical fire calcination
Spiritual flight education
The Pheonix is rising
top of the pyre blazing
infinitely rising upwards
talks of sheep and shepherds
Illusions are called real
try to get your appeal
be careful what to trust
testing it is a must
dancing flames of fire
on top of the pyre
a feather blowing away
on a blissfully sunny day
with the ease of ebb and flow
we all reap what we sow
souls merged together as one
in the now let us have some fun
letting go of the worries of past
being here finally at last
ascending ever higher above
with hearts filled with divine love
sailing on the quantum wave
experiencing the new on the path that's paved
riding in the left lane full of spirit
feeling ungrounded yet with good merit
riding the right lane grounded to earth
clinging to the material to find worth
the middle path where to extremes meet
this is where you'll find my souls seat
circling the square
translucent and clear
goldeneye drop energy wave
remembers its vibrancy to save
comes from the center of all
brightens away like a great ball
infinite interwoven reality frames
looking at things differently never to be the same
the microcosm meets the macrocosm
Jacob's ladder leaves a great chasm
infinitely going up and down
vibrationally connected no need to frown
a beautiful infinite universal melody song
many octaves of realities never get you wrong
spirals of energy swirling around
unlimited manifestations are profound
waiting for a savior without
finding the savior within no doubt
following the path ready to serve
guiding others on the spacetime curve
bringing them back to the one
speaking truth that is not spun
sacred geometry and fractal waves
philosophers climbing out of the cave
breaking free from controls
flee the thought police patrols
breaking through the chains
shifting to new with birthing pains
dreaming a dream in waking state
not paying any attention to the date
interconnected dreams simultaneously
drinking from a nice herbal tea
experiencing no beginning or end
watching space fold and bend
cosmic encounters of another kind
treading lightly among the spiritually blind
symbols speak a thousand words
truth is mightier than a sword
cutting through the illusions deep
having great faith to take a leap
into the arms of the creator
not knowing for sure you'll know later
going within and ask to know
your higher self-goes with the flow
All the answers of life are inside
be careful not to have excessive pride
on this path learn to be humble
or else things around you crumble
moderation in all things
enjoy what it brings
narrow middle math of balance
like a inter-dimensional dance
the oneness of all omnipresence
God is everywhere universal essence
infinitely complex conscious creations
Existence of infinite dimensions
secretion of the pineal gland
Stargate portal inside so grand
Light pouring out of the gate
a wave that flows called fate
giving and receiving energy freely
feeling God's love so deeply
Awaken, Remember, Receive thought forms
manifestations of thoughts they break norms
intention, think it, act it, be it, so it
the world around you matches it
treat others the way you want to be treated
if all did this equal respect can be seeded
the guardians of white light
prismatic rainbow beings of might
Keeper of the Golden Ray
do not be lead astray
By being center you help all
let us evolve and not fall
by accepting a new reality
we accept that its not fantasy
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