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"treshold" poems
[Dedicated to K.M.Ward] "I will arise and go unto my father" MALKUTH Dark, dark all dark! I cower, I cringe. Only ablove me is a citron tinge As if some echo of red, gold and lue Chimed on the night and let its shadow through. Yet I who am thus prisoned and exiled Am the right heir of glory, the crowned child. I match my might against my Fate's I gird myself to reach the ultimate shores, I arm myself the war to win:- Lift up your heads, O mighty gates! Be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors! The King of Glory shall come in. TAU I pass from the citrine:deep indigo Is this tall column. Snakes and vultures bend Their hooted hate on him that would ascend. O may the Four avail me ! Ageless woe, Fear, torture, throng the treshold. LO1 The end Of Matter ! The immensity of things Let loose -new laws, new beings, new conditions;- Dire chaos; see ! these new-fledged wings Fail in its vagueness and initiations. Only my circle saves me from the hate Of all these monsters dead yet animate. I match, &c.; YESOD Hail, thou full moon, O flame of Amethyst ! Stupendous mountain on whose shoulders rest The Eight Above. More stable is my crest Than thine -and now I pierce thee, veil of mist! Even as an arrow from the war-bow springs I leap -my life is set with loftier things. I match, & c. SAMECH ( and the crossing of the Path of Pe) Now swift, thou azure shaft of fading fire, Pierce through the rainbow! Swift, O swift! how streams The world by! Let Sandalphon and his quire Of Angels ward me! ** what
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The Ladder
[Dedicated to K.M.Ward] "I will arise and go unto my father" MALKUTH Dark, dark all dark! I cower, I cringe. Only ablove me is a citron tinge As if some echo of red, gold and lue Chimed on the night and let its shadow through. Yet I who am thus prisoned and exiled Am the right heir of glory, the crowned child. I match my might against my Fate's I gird myself to reach the ultimate shores, I arm myself the war to win:- Lift up your heads, O mighty gates! Be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors! The King of Glory shall come in. TAU I pass from the citrine:deep indigo Is this tall column. Snakes and vultures bend Their hooted hate on him that would ascend. O may the Four avail me ! Ageless woe, Fear, torture, throng the treshold. LO1 The end Of Matter ! The immensity of things Let loose -new laws, new beings, new conditions;- Dire chaos; see ! these new-fledged wings Fail in its vagueness and initiations. Only my circle saves me from the hate Of all these monsters dead yet animate. I match, &c.; YESOD Hail, thou full moon, O flame of Amethyst ! Stupendous mountain on whose shoulders rest The Eight Above. More stable is my crest Than thine -and now I pierce thee, veil of mist! Even as an arrow from the war-bow springs I leap -my life is set with loftier things. I match, & c. SAMECH ( and the crossing of the Path of Pe) Now swift, thou azure shaft of fading fire, Pierce through the rainbow! Swift, O swift! how streams The world by! Let Sandalphon and his quire Of Angels ward me! ** what
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On the cobbled stone streets you lead me, as I walked with disbelief., on how beautiful this world I am seeing its your world, that's where I've been. Raised our voices, made our point, cursed in my sleep, I felt alone you were suddenly someone I despise until you changed your mood and made it right. Time passed by, some would say too short but I found out about all sorts of your craziness, I argue with my mind, I slept unhappy I even cried. I already saw that something in your eyes, Something's unstable but I said " well, I should try" I saw how you don't let small things pass sometimes you're happy sometimes you're mad. then you stepped into my floody world, ***** streets with sewer openings uncovered. Yes you did walked those streets with pure disgust, so opposite of the world you have. there were times when I felt we're far apart when spending time together was a job. your standards reaching past the treshold of all standards I should try to understand that you're a prince in a pauper disguise. Though hard I still wanted to see if you'll stay or  run away from me. I know its hard for you but you tried I am so happy that you  tried. your patience lost, my soul is hungry was it supposed to be like this? these little crumbles feeds my uncertainty, I beg you please stay high with me.
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
Two Worlds Apart
i would like to evict you from me stop tripping over you like over a treshold i'm all over the place but you're nowhere to be found but still you're everywhere i don't know how to miss you anymore even though i still feel your absence
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Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
dear you #1
An inflating reverie, An nostalgic memory, A far reaching boulevard, lingering to debacle from my stumbling and unsteady feet. The days are long, But the nights could be longer. The moon hasn't cast a single fortune smile on me, But it is nothing there but for the grace of the sun, that I take a trip back to the              Memory lane. I hope you miss me as much as I do I hope you don't go to bed with quivering hands or a distraction to keep your bed warm, or that the only onomatopoeia that remains in your house are empty bottles of alcohol clashing against each other harder than you clash your wrist over the scattering pieces of mirror that still remains on your bathroom wall. The one you out-layed with your bare knuckles because you're tired of watching your soul bleeding in prepetuum at night. I know the colour of crimson still remains throughout the dimness, and that the sun never sees you bleeding. Your fragileness wilts quicker at night time than it does at daytime, and I know the moon laughs at your woe and misery. It's been months, but I still feel obstacles stuck between my teeth and a wire wrapped around my tongue. I feel my oralability whisking up into the lusterless sky, and the moon exchanges a hint of death and accomplishment. Droplets of warm venom streams smoothly down my cheeks, because I remember how you haven't been crying warm tears on my shoulder in a very long time, And it is no wonder I shiver myself to sleep every night I close my eyes. See, we're from two completely different scenario's, You and I. You engage your suffery into more pain than you're likely to feel, and I allow myself to remember. The warm, summer nights filled with love and stars. The nights where I got hom with the light to the porch still glowing brighter than your flaunty appearance I'd acquaint myself with once I step over the treshold When watching your yellow sundress fluttering in the open wind wasn't as bad as whirling droplets of blood spattering against my mirror reminding me of how you're bleeding from the Outside, And I'm bleeding from the Inside When we were happy,         do you remember?
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
Nostalgia.
An inflating reverie, An nostalgic memory, A far reaching boulevard, lingering to debacle from my stumbling and unsteady feet. The days are long, But the nights could be longer. The moon hasn't cast a single fortune smile on me, But it is nothing there but for the grace of the sun, that I take a trip back to the              Memory lane. I hope you miss me as much as I do I hope you don't go to bed with quivering hands or a distraction to keep your bed warm, or that the only onomatopoeia that remains in your house are empty bottles of alcohol clashing against each other harder than you clash your wrist over the scattering pieces of mirror that still remains on your bathroom wall. The one you out-layed with your bare knuckles because you're tired of watching your soul bleeding in prepetuum at night. I know the colour of crimson still remains throughout the dimness, and that the sun never sees you bleeding. Your fragileness wilts quicker at night time than it does at daytime, and I know the moon laughs at your woe and misery. It's been months, but I still feel obstacles stuck between my teeth and a wire wrapped around my tongue. I feel my oralability whisking up into the lusterless sky, and the moon exchanges a hint of death and accomplishment. Droplets of warm venom streams smoothly down my cheeks, because I remember how you haven't been crying warm tears on my shoulder in a very long time, And it is no wonder I shiver myself to sleep every night I close my eyes. See, we're from two completely different scenario's, You and I. You engage your suffery into more pain than you're likely to feel, and I allow myself to remember. The warm, summer nights filled with love and stars. The nights where I got hom with the light to the porch still glowing brighter than your flaunty appearance I'd acquaint myself with once I step over the treshold When watching your yellow sundress fluttering in the open wind wasn't as bad as whirling droplets of blood spattering against my mirror reminding me of how you're bleeding from the Outside, And I'm bleeding from the Inside When we were happy,         do you remember?
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