#cults
The sands of Canaan's ancient lore,
Where Baal the real storm-god was worshiped through his righteous war,
Against Yam the sea itself the taker of many and more,
thrashing, wild
salty embrace,
the many clubs of Kothar, smashed Yam in his serpent's face
relentless until Yam's heads split in two.
Their love was shattered, for them… not me or you.
Family in his watery realm.
Thunder for his might bereaved.
Rejoiced or grieved.
Mot then as grim death, or simply famine's hollow maw,
somehow swallowed Baal whole
as daily he threatens to again consume us all.
Contemptuous flaw; and not the end for Baal .
Anat was beckoned to avenge him too, grinding Mot like grain,
before it was through.
Reviving Baal to rule again, their eternal fertile plain.
Long before Yahweh was ever even known to be capable of rain.
Yahweh , in his obscurity
lands withered barren, no rain, no verdant law.
They gave what they got and saw what they saw. NOTHING .
Anat though was a powerful women,
they tried to erase her from history
take her femininity away from you and me .
This fierce sister, hunted their devourer grim,
Seized Mot in her wrath, cleaved her enemies limb from limb
With sword splitting, sieve
she winnowed our grain, teaching us how
but to her we were never forced to bow.
She burned some in fire, grinding under millstone
reaped from the plow.
Generously scattering his remnants to the birds to claim
A grotesque pulverizing, we hear of the deeds seldom realizing
death's own death they proclaim.
Baal rose again of course
renewed, fertility and its power restored,
these cycles whisper Isis , Osiris : old gods to new
faded,
ignored.
The tribes of Shem though were not done with him .
They defaced Baal in the worst of ways
stripping him not only of power and deed
but of his very name in their lowly screed.
They rebranded him as only Hadad
a once mighty life bringer
reduced to yet another god .
Another of which you must forsake
for there would be only one who’s lessons of 'love'
you were to take.
When the Iron came
it literally fell
into the wrong hands
of those , who had forgotten well.
That would almost be the end of Baal
The end of the true old gods.
The end of excitement and heroism
and deed in myth ,
and thus
the weakening of us all. No Arete or grand call.
For greatness in combat and love making was to be no longer sought
replaced by bland sameness, infinite rules and rituals are what the 12 tribes taught.
Denigrated into “ turning the other cheek”
a lie perpetrated to control the newly created liars
the meek
forever leading the meek.
They shall NOT inherit this earth
for money and greed was always their true god
and to it , daily ... they give birth....
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 1:11 PM UTC
A twitch we have in an in between dream state where we once fell from trees
so called ineffable SPRITUALITY ... ha , some phantom limb syndrome for consciousness, a leftover reflex that serves no purpose except to make us weak and delusional.
Mentally " a vestigial tail for morons" savage spiritual belief in the same category of useless body parts we haven't shed yet .
I want your Spirituality to pay the price of choosing comfort over evidence
for soft exploitation.
Ghosts belong in your uncles drunken campfire stories,
NOT in our laws or educational policies.
keep your imaginary demons
the world already had enough of its own ,
Your guilt, sadness and shame are amplified by their control
that's not spirituality or SALVATION.
Humans fix each other and clean up the mess,
no one else,
not once ,
not ever.
like monogamy a dead weight that evolution hasn't gotten around to cutting off, yet.
Inculcated meat machines clinging to these primitive Appendixes. Mental guilt and shame
daddy issue reflexes
instead of accepting reality
Sorry Granny the Jews lied to you
to us all.
What were you before you were born ? Yeah, its like that.
There's nothing beyond what we can see and experience directly.
Especially not some spirit like incorporeal 'ghost'
harp playing
chain rattling
spirit ... Spirit u ality ? Wow, seriously yall
What year IS this ?
Nobody's coming !
Not then
not now.
Not for, or from, your outdated evolutionary baggage.
In an in-between state your leg twitches hard as you sleep
you're stepping in a hole
falling from a tree
there is your so called spirituality.
NO THANKS
none for me.
“Men yoke themselves to one God but keep a stable. They worship unity, then demand a chorus to sing their private fears.”
~ Nietzsche.
( He was so noble and brave, not only what he said, the time frame in which he said it and who he said it to.) Took more savvy and courage to do and say what he said than all the other lies all the churches hide behind put together.
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 4:26 AM UTC
Cult lickers are exclusive.
They're not black or brown,
But Greene with envy, marginalized at every turn.
They paid up for a briny Cruz, but came away infected.
They don't shut-up Gaetz, so the sheeple meekly escape.
They claim to be God-fearin', but they'll never cross the Jordan.
Like Graham crackers, they are dry, spineless wankers.
And if you've a limp Johnson, keep a stiff upper lip.
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 10:23 AM UTC
a state of standstill is a state of decline
an excess of sediment, an ineffective wine
i only hear that defining moment of time
in the less and less frequent creaking of the keys
the same old letters sadly clack
but can't ever get it back
heart's not in it
can't stay ******
overreactions come to attack
an embarrassing pervert that you already *****
every hour since a desperate hour
wolf crying wolf every five seconds
where the collective cower
****** is always his death name
dont wear it out
wear it where the collective cower
every hour since a desperate hour
hands in the pockets
of that dress with pockets
calling out his death name
when the coming time comes
wolf hands caught in the pockets
of that dress with the pockets
May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 1:18 AM UTC
Muchmuchomuchas confucious
is you us o is we you?
dobedobedoo
Save the world s cient ology
al re
ye wit me?
witness, will ye, that we
are in coexistant
realms
realms real by de
finition re
cognition
occult cult occham snip, nope
occult mistook as meaning some cultic
occasion for
relegare regularityifity
imagine how now became
imagine next
coming only to be as you see.
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Today, too, sunny valley sounds
crows, dogs, pumps, motors, wheels
wheels in wheels wee blind tinkerers
see
as seers do. You see. Imagine seeing.
why would you, if you could, or can, but won't?
How could you?
Having never seen,
why willt thou carry care past.... here
NO INTERUPTION ... clear, like on TV
Emerging seeing afar off
flatline eeeeeee
Boss, the last empty slate just broke.
Just is is done, what's next?
We gotta phor mit no meta, y'see?
Watch. Dis
assemble a semblance of a seven jewel ba-alanced,
self-winding (i.e. gravity variable pendulum)
watch. See,
plumb damstraight, toothed wheels, within wheels.
life's life measured.
the unmeasured life ain't a life,
it's a once, upon a time.
No bonds to lies let live for lack of knowledge,
people perish for lack of knowing.
lack of knowing knowables, free knowables,
ask and receive, if ye be con ceptual, right,
in ye'right mind.
"what good ken ye do?"
Know truth is.
That will, that very will to be right,
free will will roll you here, true rest.
Today.
Trust this peace is sufficient unto the evil.
If it were not true, what could I do
good?
No judges? No test? We pasts are free, we may
stir things from the dregs?
Aha, and we stand!, Sistere!
It worked. Patience worked, as always.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 1:12 PM UTC
Dreams, the friendly version of the ghosts in unfinished business. Constructing ****** minds and arguing morals, while privately respecting the Devil. Shaping poems, turning ethics to ashes. Sweeping fashions over this world.
Well done. Life given freely to living souls. Death is owed. We’re all in debt. The forbidden fruit always tastes better and generally more successful.
It’s too bad.
Dissent friction. Sparking life. Duality of individuals. I’ll keep going back. I’ve looked behind the curtain and saw everything evangelical. Faith not required. Dogma becomes an addiction. Conformity in actions of order-impressions. Laughs and hugs.
And if a philosopher is asked, reality is depending on perceptions.
Power and freedom are this world's best lovers. Enticed drawn in by people.
For some, the difference between God and the Devil. One can be meet before the act of dying as the other is waiting for you to cross over to be judged. Following one will provide freedom here on earth as the rest compensate to be completely corrupted. Don’t sin in my steps. I’m going to be punished by hard-living. Best kept secrets are told in tender moments after ********** sessions. I’ve got nothing but love for the mystics in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century. I’m directly organized and their husbands will never, because I got away. When I die, teardrops will soak into earth, I’ve got meaning in exile. I’m long gone.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC
If I'm wrong, I die.
I cease to exist.
But I know what it's like not to exist.
Or at least I can imagine.
I didn't exist before I did.
For billions of years.
And Mark Twain was right.
It didn't bother me in the slightest.
But I'll give it a chance.
I will read Awake!
And I'll visit the Hall.
And I'll use your name for God.
Jehovah.
But what if you're wrong?
You feel joy, love, peace.
Meaning, purpose, certainty.
Those things elude me.
But what else?
Fear? Guilt? Isolation?
A hatred that you call pity?
Those things are beyond my reach.
An education cut short?
A marriage too long?
"Don't talk to her.
It's for her own good."
What if it's not?
There will always be people trying to hurt you.
It's easier when they have God on their side.
"Two eyes saw this, but two others did not.
I'll take my reward now.
Did I mention I'm good with kids?"
What if you're wrong?
Sure, your Tower is tall.
It dwarfs my cathedral.
And it does.
I stand in awe.
Your Tower is tall.
It Watches all things.
And it does.
But is it tall enough to see Clearwater?
You know, Celebrity Centers and personality tests.
Cruise and Travolta.
Your names are different: Michael Jackson and Prince.
But the songbook is the same.
Leadership is accountable to no one.
Dissent is a **** that must be eliminated.
The world is out to get you.
And critical thinking is a trap.
Families are vital (until they aren't).
Our authority will not be questioned.
We make no mistakes.
But we do become more perfect over time.
"But it's not 'disconnection,' it's disfellowship.
And they're not 'suppressives,' they're apostates.
And we live in no bubble.
But we'd rather not debate you."
"Besides, they're new.
They're small and they're few.
They have strange beliefs.
That's what matters, right?"
But it's not.
It's not what matters.
And it's not in my nature to hurt people.
I can **** when it's justified.
But I don't know that this is justified.
And consider the life of a poor, worldly soul.
Fear is no friend.
Guilt is a memory.
(Guilt for things that warrant no guilt.)
We see the world as it is.
Science is no threat.
Solitude is a choice, not a lesson.
Education is full.
Abuse is reported.
Families talk.
We are slaves to no Slave.
Of course these things are foreign to you.
Your book precludes them.
And your book is infallible.
But so are all the others.
So thank you for visiting, but I'm hedging my bets.
I wish you the best, but I'd rather take death.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 4:44 PM UTC
I should probably eat better
And quit smoking soon
Money ends up with the debtor
And stocks pop like balloons
I know that I should know better
But what do you know?
Claiming to "know THE creator"?
What an absurd notion...
I really should exercise more
Spend less time online
At least I'm not so immature
To pretend I know what's Divine.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 12:05 AM UTC
To why I think poverty is worse than
addiction. Not only destitution gives
you reasons to take any junk, but
destitution will suffocate you while
you’re clean. To life can be grandeur
giving reasons to be grandiose and
as for the rest of life, you’ll resent it.
You’ll fall in love, when it needs you,
break it’s heart, it raise hell, calling
upon the rapture, if you get the chance.
you better conquer it and live beyond
what’s human’s call royalty.
(To my mystics locked up, by culture
and ignorance,
soldiers of
the century, directly organised, to analyse
mankind's
crimes and out directly, looking
for
you.)
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 4:32 AM UTC
Well I guess They got Kanye,
I suppose They’ll get me too one day,
and I can try but can’t get away,
because They get everyone eventually,
hundred years ago we were all playing flutes,
we’re all guilty as charged even without proved,
and then we player ourselves that’s the truth,
because those in control have nothing to prove,
They pull up the trains and tell us to move,
get to your job gotta quote to fill,
these politicking capitalist are making me sick,
and maybe I’m one too and that’s why I feel ill,
but I’m better than that getting better in fact,
and that’s why my cup overrunneth when filled,
to the brim ballin’ all in,
swimming in sin still blessed as Mary The ******
first programmed device was invented in Baghdad,
but we’re all caught up in this narcissistic sentiments,
we’re in The Greatest Time in Human History,
and all you can think is the narcissistic thought that “I’m sad”,
Yeah we’re all sad,
and that’s our own fault,
got me mad as a cam in Baghdad,
which I guess was the results,
of being over optimistic with bad math,
and being on the war path with a cult,
but what’s they cult called,
does it even have a name,
and how’d it get Kanye,
and what’s it gotta do with J?
Well I guess They got Kanye,
I suppose They’ll get me too one day,
and I can try but can’t get away,
because They get everyone eventually…
∆ LaLux ∆
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 5:35 PM UTC
Some of these spiritual people
claiming to show you the way
are some of the most
Lost
Fraudulent
Superficial
*************
you will ever meet in your life.
I tell you this today.
So be careful as they offer a hand,
claim to help you understand
they may just take your life away.
I see them taking advantage
of the vulnerable,
of young girls who've lost their way.
Beautiful but insecure,
party life took its toll,
it's just not enough any more
so they exchange
night life for light life
unaware that they've just landed
in another snake pit
concealed with all this Free Love ****
When all these men
want to do is justify
sleeping around without
having to commit
and these unloved young girls
just go with it
cause of this "Free Love" ****
You ain't free, love!
They're just using you
for their own profit,
only to cut you off,
steal your voice
when you get upset
cause of this "Free love" ****
Bun a self proclaimed prophet!
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
OK, let me seem to be the one "devil" not to honour,
A man is great enough to get the "universe's message" out,
More than 200,000,000 tune in every Sunday
To hear him, the great works fools fantasize about.
"Informing" people why they were born, what the powers are,
Tell us all about these three kings/wise men following a star,
"It's all mind candy, I tell you!" But then I'm silenced,
These people are at the top for being ignorant near and far.
They give us these messages, love each other, don't ****
Then they bring the Saviorettes out, lambs off of battlefield,
And they bury them with gun in hand, Davy Crocket style,
There is some sort of irony in this, one that is in denial.
So I ask you why these people will spend millions,
Will fall upon their knees in front of a stupid T.V.
This farm slop, this pig wig god, in the endless billions,
To tell you what became of what you call "true history?"
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 4:52 AM UTC
I'm a magician,
Everywhere, every day I do magic, the magic that no one sees,
It is quite silent-the kind you can't hear, the forest for the trees.
Changing, rearranging the whole world "as good as new,"
Flash of fire lightning and rain and a sea was parted too!
Frightened figures hold each other, the earth it shakes,
The vaguest of lost lovers, the energy each marriage takes.
I'm a person on a mission, I'm a magician, pulling rabbits
Out of hats, telling people run for cover from the "vampire"
Bats. I'm a stranger on a mission as a faith magician what
Could it be? I'm here to preach to you about a God
You can not see! So now that I've told you all that
He's real he is all that you will ever know or feel.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 5:15 AM UTC