"rosicrucian" poems - Hello Poetry

You can sing it to the tune Of I Shot The Devil, But I totally did it Strictly on the level. No, I didn’t know it when, For another night of *** He asked me to his den Under the spell of some hex. It was like he was to me The hottest guy ever seen. He was built like a star His hair had a fine sheen. Body and face were fine; Toned and masculine. I’d never seen him before Though I had often been. He used his elocution And handy circumlocution Better than a Rosicrucian Sentenced to an institution. He could twist the moment Out of a frenzied foment Then to a crazy torment With muted arcane comments. We met in a bath house On Melrose, West L.A. And somehow that night Things seemed to go my way. He gave me the eye And I returned it in full. I am fairly certain that We both felt the pull. It was all about debauchery And he was calling the shots Making me see I got stupid Whenever I got that hot. I let my **** do the thinking And he seemed glad to show That I would flirt with danger And then, not even know. He used his elocution And handy circumlocution Better than a Rosicrucian Sentenced to an institution. He could twist the moment Out of a frenzied foment Then to a crazy torment With muted arcane comments. So, I went back for seconds At Hedda Hopper’s apartment Across from Mae West’s place Fueled with no armament To protect me from what Would turn out to be, for me The scariest ****** encounter In my busy, young history. We were doing the deed again But this time things had changed. His appearance began to alter Into something scary and strange. His canine teeth grew longer And his body turned fiery red. I quickly dressed and left that place And stumbled back home to my bed. He used his elocution And handy circumlocution Better than a Rosicrucian Sentenced to an institution. He could twist the moment Out of a frenzied foment Then to a crazy torment With muted arcane comments.

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Jun 9, 2015

Jun 9, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC

brent-kincaid

I ******* THE DEVIL

You can sing it to the tune Of I Shot The Devil, But I totally did it Strictly on the level. No, I didn’t know it when, For another night of *** He asked me to his den Under the spell of some hex. It was like he was to me The hottest guy ever seen. He was built like a star His hair had a fine sheen. Body and face were fine; Toned and masculine. I’d never seen him before Though I had often been. He used his elocution And handy circumlocution Better than a Rosicrucian Sentenced to an institution. He could twist the moment Out of a frenzied foment Then to a crazy torment With muted arcane comments. We met in a bath house On Melrose, West L.A. And somehow that night Things seemed to go my way. He gave me the eye And I returned it in full. I am fairly certain that We both felt the pull. It was all about debauchery And he was calling the shots Making me see I got stupid Whenever I got that hot. I let my **** do the thinking And he seemed glad to show That I would flirt with danger And then, not even know. He used his elocution And handy circumlocution Better than a Rosicrucian Sentenced to an institution. He could twist the moment Out of a frenzied foment Then to a crazy torment With muted arcane comments. So, I went back for seconds At Hedda Hopper’s apartment Across from Mae West’s place Fueled with no armament To protect me from what Would turn out to be, for me The scariest ****** encounter In my busy, young history. We were doing the deed again But this time things had changed. His appearance began to alter Into something scary and strange. His canine teeth grew longer And his body turned fiery red. I quickly dressed and left that place And stumbled back home to my bed. He used his elocution And handy circumlocution Better than a Rosicrucian Sentenced to an institution. He could twist the moment Out of a frenzied foment Then to a crazy torment With muted arcane comments.

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As stars reflect the knowledge of the sacred, The boiling seas of the cosmos churn acrid. Upon the nurturance of Venus' passionate quivering calls exclaimed, The essence of God's wrath so lovingly made tame. As the chariots of love, upon the courtships of epic virtue, possess, Our goddess sisters, import the specialty of rule, for which the governs obsess. As Boreas' trumpet sounds a euphoric ecstatic bliss, Rosicrucian passion bells hither, to a faint swaying and hiss. As the murmuring embers of the divine, left receded, Hour of humanities past, no time of present, so subtley defeated. As upon death, a mummy spreads its rein, Crucibles of knowledge, all for not, in vain. The seduction of fertility and the mysteries left to relish, Though made bitter upon showers of mourn, to embellish. The disillusionment of our fathers’ petty immortal opportunity made solemn, The wisest of men, why, amongst the true, made golem. Take precedence, then and now, when upon your throne of pride, As the winds of wrath call upon, our savior’s passion tried. In due notion a precedence of time, without respect, A fulfillment of God's love, our souls to resurrect. As dragons drew the chariots of night with profound duration, A coward’s sword in hand, his skewer's elation. As stars reflect the knowledge of the sacred, Humanities, why… derision for dole, left shaken. As prophets emit, as seen thus… When stars do let fall the Sun, Pray thee, a heavenly Venus.

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Apr 3, 2010

Apr 3, 2010 at 2:56 AM UTC

trevor-morse

Of Venus

As stars reflect the knowledge of the sacred, The boiling seas of the cosmos churn acrid. Upon the nurturance of Venus' passionate quivering calls exclaimed, The essence of God's wrath so lovingly made tame. As the chariots of love, upon the courtships of epic virtue, possess, Our goddess sisters, import the specialty of rule, for which the governs obsess. As Boreas' trumpet sounds a euphoric ecstatic bliss, Rosicrucian passion bells hither, to a faint swaying and hiss. As the murmuring embers of the divine, left receded, Hour of humanities past, no time of present, so subtley defeated. As upon death, a mummy spreads its rein, Crucibles of knowledge, all for not, in vain. The seduction of fertility and the mysteries left to relish, Though made bitter upon showers of mourn, to embellish. The disillusionment of our fathers’ petty immortal opportunity made solemn, The wisest of men, why, amongst the true, made golem. Take precedence, then and now, when upon your throne of pride, As the winds of wrath call upon, our savior’s passion tried. In due notion a precedence of time, without respect, A fulfillment of God's love, our souls to resurrect. As dragons drew the chariots of night with profound duration, A coward’s sword in hand, his skewer's elation. As stars reflect the knowledge of the sacred, Humanities, why… derision for dole, left shaken. As prophets emit, as seen thus… When stars do let fall the Sun, Pray thee, a heavenly Venus.

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Ethereal Theories and Rituals By Rosicrucian's and Masons And The Knights Templar Secrets whispered in listening Ears Bound to Silence by unknown Fears Symbolic Accoutrements Adorn Compass, Cross, Aprons and Horn Secret Rituals done in Dark Shadows Robed Members with Incense and Candles Perform ancient Tomes with Canticles Reciting Century old Chants of Words Enarmed with Pike Shield and Sword Perpetuated through the Centuries All Carried out in total Secrecy.....1/19/15

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Jan 19, 2015

Jan 19, 2015 at 10:36 PM UTC

ShamusDeyo

Arcane Knowledge

Ethereal Theories and Rituals By Rosicrucian's and Masons And The Knights Templar Secrets whispered in listening Ears Bound to Silence by unknown Fears Symbolic Accoutrements Adorn Compass, Cross, Aprons and Horn Secret Rituals done in Dark Shadows Robed Members with Incense and Candles Perform ancient Tomes with Canticles Reciting Century old Chants of Words Enarmed with Pike Shield and Sword Perpetuated through the Centuries All Carried out in total Secrecy.....1/19/15

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The hour is nigh, my brothers: We shall come to pass! The moment is soon, my friends, When we shall grow weak from the fast! Do not falter, O rosen-clad wise men of the future and the past! My Rosicrucian brothers who brandish the Red Rose! Those who wear thine thorns across thine breast! Those who wear thine thorns across thine breast! And so it was said: “The Black Nourishment found its fruit in the fruit-laden tree which manifested inside the Line.” And so it seems, A guiding light shines upon the place where the exalted body of Christian Rosencrantz lies. And we— the initiates— have not forgotten our great master!— The venerable, most honourable, Christian Rosencrantz— Who emerged with us, from the mud, then died.

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Sep 12, 2023

Sep 12, 2023 at 8:51 PM UTC

Isaace

The Order of The Rose

The hour is nigh, my brothers: We shall come to pass! The moment is soon, my friends, When we shall grow weak from the fast! Do not falter, O rosen-clad wise men of the future and the past! My Rosicrucian brothers who brandish the Red Rose! Those who wear thine thorns across thine breast! Those who wear thine thorns across thine breast! And so it was said: “The Black Nourishment found its fruit in the fruit-laden tree which manifested inside the Line.” And so it seems, A guiding light shines upon the place where the exalted body of Christian Rosencrantz lies. And we— the initiates— have not forgotten our great master!— The venerable, most honourable, Christian Rosencrantz— Who emerged with us, from the mud, then died.

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Objectified manifest's invertible investiture to metaphysical mystique astral projection's mystic symbiotic. Yes I like to think I resemble God!!! Perhaps everything that has ever existed will survive forever. Retrospectively retroactive's omniscient ubiquity. It makes sense considering that infinite possibility is the nature of omnipresence's ubiquity. Infinitely expansive vastness had an exogamy with the inky blackness. Spatiotemporal telemetry's virility made fecundity of spacetime continuum's fertility. I submit: Is this a microcosmic phenomenon or more dependent on the depths of pervasion of its macrocosmic relativities. Perhaps there is a unifying field theory we are not yet aware of which explains how it paradoxically is a little bit of both. and: With the advent of biological organisms the diversity of physical existence has apparently exceeded its physical complexity. Understanding has evolved. Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeed in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms. Treacherous traverse and eternal occasion, hectic duty deontological probity. "The angel was a visage of resplendent beauty as it hovered in midair above the knoll." Impeccable trollwood harlotry, "Strait up forever ontology on high." I like to think we embody on the emote to exude aimed imbue. Rosicrucian romanesque rotunda rouge. Platypus plausible plinth. Plum line backhoe special, anchor pin tachometer, plowshare track-ness!!! Futurity fatidic's noumenal sentience's semantic regalia. Carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma, cerebral cortex's ****** matrix's indefatigably indomitable irrefragable incarnate. What's to tell you, I'm an optimist on the identity crisis to do an enigma entity. Imagination's immaturities incorporeity ideologies, clairaudience clairvoyance astral projection's categorical imperative. Extraversion embezzlements euthanasia extortions, embark embargo's extradition. Then again are we really responsible for the innate nature of our intrinsic incessant. I like to think we could get away with it and still be good for I like to think our disembodied godlike spirits will not loose their proclivity for corporeally preternatural being.

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Oct 10, 2021

Oct 10, 2021 at 6:39 PM UTC

toreinss-pinwinkel-iii

Spirit

Objectified manifest's invertible investiture to metaphysical mystique astral projection's mystic symbiotic. Yes I like to think I resemble God!!! Perhaps everything that has ever existed will survive forever. Retrospectively retroactive's omniscient ubiquity. It makes sense considering that infinite possibility is the nature of omnipresence's ubiquity. Infinitely expansive vastness had an exogamy with the inky blackness. Spatiotemporal telemetry's virility made fecundity of spacetime continuum's fertility. I submit: Is this a microcosmic phenomenon or more dependent on the depths of pervasion of its macrocosmic relativities. Perhaps there is a unifying field theory we are not yet aware of which explains how it paradoxically is a little bit of both. and: With the advent of biological organisms the diversity of physical existence has apparently exceeded its physical complexity. Understanding has evolved. Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeed in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms. Treacherous traverse and eternal occasion, hectic duty deontological probity. "The angel was a visage of resplendent beauty as it hovered in midair above the knoll." Impeccable trollwood harlotry, "Strait up forever ontology on high." I like to think we embody on the emote to exude aimed imbue. Rosicrucian romanesque rotunda rouge. Platypus plausible plinth. Plum line backhoe special, anchor pin tachometer, plowshare track-ness!!! Futurity fatidic's noumenal sentience's semantic regalia. Carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma, cerebral cortex's ****** matrix's indefatigably indomitable irrefragable incarnate. What's to tell you, I'm an optimist on the identity crisis to do an enigma entity. Imagination's immaturities incorporeity ideologies, clairaudience clairvoyance astral projection's categorical imperative. Extraversion embezzlements euthanasia extortions, embark embargo's extradition. Then again are we really responsible for the innate nature of our intrinsic incessant. I like to think we could get away with it and still be good for I like to think our disembodied godlike spirits will not loose their proclivity for corporeally preternatural being.

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