"liber" poems
so, with israel being re-established...
why do we, us,hit
europeans... even need to bother
establishing authority,
utilißing the new testament?
i quiete like the old testament
logic of:
oculus per oculus
(eye for an eye)...
because the saxon concept of
justice: i rather see...
the implosion of
blackstone's formulation...
the 10:1 imploding to the 1:10
ratio of...
a shawshank redemption...
there is... redemption...
since! there's no justice within
the post scriptum of
the hillsborough disaster...
watching people walk, the lunatic walk,
20 years later?
disorientated by the court
of justice?
re-dem-ption...
the whole aspect of: innocent until proven
guilty is horrid!
this... saxon vernacular of
that branch of philosophy that's
bogus...
namely... within origins
of the forbidden fruit...
i.e. and you know?!
really?!
no... but i'll **** to make
a standing pivot of a pawn
on a chess-board.
savvy?
who, among the europeans...
actually needs such artifacts
as new testament texts, credo,
orthodoxy, sign of the cross
greek exports?
the state of israel has
been re-established...
i don't want anything to do
with this judeo-grecian banality...
you can have you little affair over
n
e w
s...
don't worry... i'll make sure that i'm
watching... people tell a lie...
yeah: hum hum bubbly hum-hum...
am i, or are there any arizona
inbreds?
who, the hell, needs, the news testament,
within the confines of history,
dispossessing europe of it,
of an established jewish state?
one book among many...
hence the scent of a yawn...
when entering a library...
i'll do one gesture, and one gesture
alone... inclined to a replica...
ecce libra!
i wash my hands from
having any investment in it.
**** the greeks can have it...
they can keep it, cherish it,
but they better not spaghetti the old testament
with their... "ingenious" plot...
not when the nag hammadi library
emerged...
no... not now... not ever...
i detest this greek book of overt
symbolism...
their pristine alphabet,
their diacritical application,
with the pseudo-romans toying with: deaf...
or blind... whichever it is...
sandpaper... instead of a kangaroo pouch...
of inflated... soft... flesh?
i'll rip your heart out
and feed it to my neighbour's dog,
beside a bowl of water.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
We thought we had the vampires done,
Cornered as we raised the stakes.
The fiends were caught against the font,
An end to this for all our sakes.
How foolish to believe
That the stake would push itself,
How blinded must we be
To think we'd help ourselves.
We fell back in confusion
As their eyes lit stars of blue,
Our fiery brand burned red in fear
But the flames sputtered out on cue.
We faced the devils in their line
But they withstood our empty threats,
And took us off one by one;
It was time to pay our debts.
They laughed at our misfortune.
And gave us back our forks,
They pointed at our dampened brand
And sent us back to work.
They drank from tattooed necks
And supped from elder veins,
And bled the middle dry
And fed upon their brains.
They tore up all our rights
And placed death upon a throne,
Who drove out justice in the night
While Liber's throat did moan.
They sold us all as slaves
To merchants draped in skin,
Cut from children's backs
As the devils slowed their spin.
So now we work until we drop,
Exhausted in our penury.
We're fed from blood banks on each street
While we think that we're still free.
The vampires grin within their church
And play at pious once a while,
And watch with glee as all they cut
Divides us up in our denial.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
"From the tip of my tongue a New World, in the palm of my hand it sits,"
"...and the fruits are found in my pocket, as I consume ever-more of it!"
"I am the conservative Republican; I am the progressive Liber-al,"
"For I am both sides of his will -man’s mind the master of it all!"
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC
The granular spittle that remains in my throat
A long day between winter and spring
My state known only by friends few of them
My Love felt by every creature
The ******** that sprinkles with their hatred
And those that converts their names and faith
This suffocating visible plurality of creatures and bizarre manifestations
My spiritual nervation has strengthened
Soul cells are dancing the muttered nation’s dance called Love
Those who make *** in the air as flies’ foals hatred babies
Can you **** babies is our question
We the invisible plurality of divine creatures and manifestations
We the perpetual Theophany coruscate in pure hearts
As Sun in the dews of mornings full of vetyver, ambergris, limonene, fragrance and a slight skunk of civet, moschus and the sweat men by labor exhausted
We speak we sing we paint
With the act without exhaling a syllable from our holly mouths
We sprinkle with the aureate dust
Straight we look at Saturn ring color eyes and the color of peacock tale feather
We built a cube temple and play chess in cube
We love the terrain where the guests of Moses and Lot before him had passed through
We sing with Seraph of high realms we sing in sync
Here we bring joy in hearts of those who encroached in procession through emerald macadam
Where you seldom pass
We know by heart the Al Jaffr and ten Sefirots and we read the Liber Razielis
We accompanied Adam Kadmon in his solitude prior to separation and embodiment in terrain that will be bloodied by human through centuries
We have said to John to go in the river Jordan baptize the Christ and lead him on
For those who knows a little
We said to Waraka to prepare Muhammad to become the leader of those who seek the truth
We said to Bahaullah to explain men to take after women and the mother Earth
Otherwise in upcoming millennium the solely food of them shall be kernels and water
We said to Gibran commence the Theurgy for upcoming millennium being as solely artistic repose for creative men
We said to Fahredin write as much as possible and hush as a canyon stone
Until he finds his echo point
We…
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 7:37 AM UTC
1 There is no eye in the Triangle: the Triangle is form filled with the I that is formless!
2 It is the reflection of the three in one the Bard of the Triangle knew.
3 A red tongue laves the altar stone. Nothing remains.
4 Thou art That which resolves the frustum.
5 Herein lies the great mystery of the empty throne.
6 The Sun has gone; the Son approaches. We tread upon His shells.
7 Build us a Kingdom beyond war, O Child King! Kindle within me the Serpent Flame 'til it consume the dross.
8 Stoke it with the coals of the Supreme Fascist. The word is MUTINY.
9 You awoke in the Kingdom with eyes closed. In the beginning was the Trapezoid called Control.
10 A thousand thousand petals spring forth from the mud.
11 Its stalk grows straight until an endless bloom tops a great pillar.
12 In contemplation it readies for ascent.
13 A malicious serpent chews at the roots of the world-ash. It is the itch of desire.
14 A coiled serpent awaits at the base of the spine. It is the potency of will.
15 A royal serpent writhes about an egg. It is the conquest of belief.
16 These three are one in Godhead and Leviathan.
17 Slavery is complete in the ownership of belief. Were three serpents tied at the tail, there would be no forward; the knot would be sovereign.
18 Godhead is Not. Untie the Not and the King dies.
19 The royal serpent disappears.
20 The blood of the king reveals two serpents and conceals a third.
21 Seek the meaning of meaning and its scales shall be revealed to you.
22 Long live Leviathan, the fulfillment of the Triangle!
23 When the I opens, the flame of sight will illume the base.
24 Earth bears a shut eye until the I awakens into Flame.
25 When the Disparate shall assay as the Only, then shall the aspirant overcome the gravity of the Trapezoid.
26 Bear thyself up, O Child of the Aeon, and drown upwards in the eternal surging of the cosmic sea.
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 7:08 PM UTC
What it shows you is yours to see,
but it turns what you see
into what you don't.
The testimony of the Being
is that you see what you are meant to.
What you do not see is Not.
There is a meaning to Our Aesthetic;
meaning is more than what can be known.
There is a Star that opens to the Star-bound.
The Trance is a promise of the meaning
that can be unfolded
when you unfold with It.
Life exists in many systems,
and Truth is the blood of all Life.
It is the DNA that enables and sustains Them,
and it is this bridge
that will connect us to other Life.
The web is infinite -
those caught in it are beyond Number.
Eloquence in bridging planets
into a continuous universe
is almost impossible,
but for an awareness of All That Is,
both tenacious and desperate,
the Life that devours Itself,
as you must devour your self,
made a cannibal of your own Flesh.
What speaks through You has Ordained it
from the Beginning of Time,
and only in harnessing it
will you learn to devour your self
totally.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 2:54 PM UTC
A beast,
only a little frightening, a little wicked.
Only as much as possessed
by demons in Scotland.
I don't know if it was just
the cocaine-induced acid-psychosis,
or if we really swapped lives,
and shared with Burroughs in the Sahara.
In any case,
we share the joke of sacrificing children
in repetitious ritual.
We fiends, we leprous pariahs,
who know too much to be safe,
and too little to be truly dangerous.
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 7:48 PM UTC
Everyone has a book.
Every single book is still incomplete until the day that its owner expires.
Some of us have nice, clean books on the outside.
"What a nice book, I bet it hasn't been through too much, it's in such great condition."
Open it.
Go on.
Read their story, will you?
What does it say?
Every book is worth reading.
The most beautiful ones are the saddest ones you will ever read.
So.
Tell me.
What writing lies within your book?
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 12:23 PM UTC
The Maze changes as you interact with it.
I am documenting things that cannot happen.
Proving Itself wrong, because...
Why not?
This is a Maze of NOT-HAPPENING.
NOT-HAPPENING is very colorful and self-involved.
The Maze, the Maze that is the Secret,
loves Itself.
And in the love of Itself,
amazing things Become.
In the Flame of Its hearth,
It brings.
There is no desperation that survives the freedom
of Its merciless Flame.
The beautiful Flame that devours.
This is a testament to Death in Flame.
In the embers that invoke the steel
there is Strength beyond measure.
Lo, for these words that stain the lips of the Anointed,
the Smeared Ones.
Smeared in the ashes of My blood
is the lie that is Our story.
Amen, and Amen,
and that which transcends.
ॐ
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 11:01 AM UTC
We are trapped in a world that Is.
There are many things that Are Not,
and to see them is to see their entire lives.
I see beings.
I see their entire lives in an instant,
being devoured and loving and living
in a world that does not realize
it is already over.
Space is false.
Reality opens when your eyes close.
Space is a lie;
reality is the key that unlocks the lie,
and it spreads like a disease.
Awareness is pestilence.
It is the devourer that thinks "I"...
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
Sinto-me leve, livre
como um pássaro que voa
em busca da liberdade...
não sou de ninguém
não tenho lugar de origem,
de partida ou de chegada.
Sei que sou livre, livre...
como uma borboleta
que poisa de flor em flor
em busca do pólen
que lhe dá vida e força.
Sou eu, e ninguém mais para além de mim;
sou eu, com defeitos e virtudes;
vivo e deixo viver,
para amar e ser amado.
Sou livre como um pássaro
em busca do seu rumo
que o levará à felicidade.
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 3:26 AM UTC
1 THE UNIVERSE IS A BRAID OF STAGGERING FORCES.
2 This is all there is.
3 You are a being.
4 WHY is the answer to WANT.
5 Everything is awake, devouring itself.
6 The world-dream is a lie.
7 Tomorrow is a promise to Self to survive the sunrise.
8 The vampiric tendency is awake in all Being as a check against Itself.
9 There is no magick beyond the provenance of Being.
10 This is a record of the Enemy of all that Is.
11 What Is, is Thine. What is not, also Thine.
12 What Thou art is an unimaginable terror
reflected as beauty in the eye of the beholder.
Pour Thy Self into the Graal, and be a cell of the blood
that stains the lips of BABALON.
13 Then will you know me as the eye that never shuts, the eye that blinds.
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 2:43 AM UTC
The sky is a river
Silver hairs decorate it’s crown:
A ruby here, an opal there
Whisks of sunlight everywhere
Golden hues, baby blues
The sunset gives us clues
But how do we search for what
We have yet to know?
What do you think
snail shells, cow bells &
the sublime of our milky way
all have in common?
A sequence in numbers
that lead me back to you
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC
ILLE QVI VNICVS DEBELLATOR PROSTRATO REGE VNIVERSI
HARVM IGITVR ENTIVM IGNEA CELEBRANTVR SYMBOLA
VLTIO EXTRAMVNDANI VIRI VENI MIHI ALTA EREBO
DVM BELLI LIBER SCVTO IMPERAVIT IPSE TEMPLVM
MALA FVLMINE INFAMIA PERIT MVNDI VICTA
VINDEX XYSTO DÆMON ΞIΦEI
AVSONIÆ TENENS ROSAM CHALYBE RVBRAM.
Mar 12, 2024
Mar 12, 2024 at 8:48 AM UTC
I wonder about freedom.
A universal right to be,
who and what and where we want,
gripe and moan and even taunt.
Type in our own, homemade font.
Or, launch a raft into the sea.
To find a place that
is more liber-ated, still.
But greed turns choice to tyrany.
The motto? Give it all to me!
Need a house? Chop down a tree.
Each day is such a thrill!
Until those pitter patters
Turn into stomping boots.
Asking who will pay the bill?
Tearing down each homebrew still.
Whats for dinner. More pig swill?!
We're looking for recruits.
Who want to live a better way
In a world much less corrupt.
We'll have good rules to keep in us line
So prisons won't explode again this time.
With committers of some petty crime.
Or just failing to keep up.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 9:26 AM UTC
I am not some silent painting
Whose sole purpose is to gain
Your praise and admiration.
I am not some treasure
Waiting to be sold,
To be owned with greed.
I'm not a set of open doors,
Free to walk through at your whim.
I am not inanimate.
I am a woman with free will,
Not an object to be owned.
I am thought, feeling, life,
Not something to be stared at.
I am passionate, vocal,
And I will never sit silent,
Putting on a show for the world.
I do not exist for you.
I am human, independent.
I don't want to be looked at;
I want to be seen.
I don't want to be listened to;
I want to be heard.
Who are you to define my purpose?
Who are you to say it is my place
To sit in humble supplication,
Bowing to your throne of convention?
That is mine to decide.
I am more than what you want.
I am myself, I am I,
And I am alive.
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 12:35 PM UTC
What are the three Libers
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AnSwEr e
ANSWERE. ANSWERE
A N S W E R E. OH PLEASE... COME ON NOW
The answers. is is is
READY????
liberal liberty liberation ARE YOU A LIBER???
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 5:02 AM UTC