Treshold poems on Hello Poetry

Aleister Crowley

[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

Skull Rose Dagger Heart Jul 2014

Two Worlds Apart

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.

#love #broken #heart #high #narcissist #incompatibility

GENIE Jul 2020

THE TRESHOLD

TOO MUCH PAIN OF LOSS LEADS TO LOSS OF PAIN
TOO MUCH PAIN MAKES THE SOUL NUMB WITH STRAIN
IF YOU CROSS THE TRESHOLD OF LOSS
YOU CROSS THE TRESHOLD OF PAIN
FOR HOW DO YOU FEEL PAIN
IF YOU FEEL NO LOSS
THE ONETHING YOU SHOULD NEVER LOSE IS YOURSELF
LOSING ONESELF BREAKS THE STRONGEST OF US
ITS A FORBIDDEN LANE,
A TRESHHOLD TO NEVER CROSS
ITS THE ANCHOR AGAINT VIOLENT TOSS
ITS THE ROOT AGAINST THE HURRICANE
THE CRUX OF THE CROSS
PLS DONOT LOSS
FOR WITHOUT IT,YOU CANT BEAR THE PAIN.

Wrote this at a time i lost it all.

queen pixie Apr 2015

dear you #1

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

#love #broken #sad #missing #hearted

Sizzle Jun 2015

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?

I've been working on this for the past two weeks. It still needs a lot more editing, so all feedback and confusion would be appreciated.

#nostalgic #metaphoric #inneremotions

Bloodline of King Yashayah Jun 2018

Bada Du Babool (Du-Woop)

Aiyo I rip out ya vocals and pendejos better get into their hidin' holes I'll swole ya corticals from my slick bicho that goes in and out ya girls throat
I got the remedy to enemies who think they can battle me I'll rip out ya veins
And play em like harp strings emcees my sub sibling keep it flows looped like an onion rings
That means I'm everlasting tongue blasting mics Slashin'
Ya every move frozen in silence I got a deadly alliance whos in defiance
I'm not human but bounded to nature cursed with the sinister forces made from gooey corpses
Necroplasm has em spazzin'
Scared of my magnificence born a punisher war brilliance ain't no resilience
So suckas better off in a bow the Kings back makin' racks only stick with facts get grimy on ol school tracks flashblack
Back to days of battlin' under dimmed lights and corded mics with bunch of rhymes to recite yeah
But I'm back again to make no amends condemn fake rappers with no grin joker mentality plottin' a fatality to critics who bother me get sweeped with bullet flow accuracy ya buried in a unmarked legacy

I'm second to none **** a bargain buryin' political jargon who can hang with the Don
Made of the Sun Moon and the stars far subpar do you know who we are?
Huh I'm alien breathing through flesh in the ghost of shell made for hell I'll never die I'll sail
Across the airwaves strike harder than tidal waves
Climbin' over fifty stories breakin' any category and critics who worry get Curry'd threes ways bullets close ya air way
Ain't no right way for death to pay
Truthfully told you find honor from the young and the old
Cuz fear has a broken vessel bearing through treshold
I'm hear to scold and unfold those who ain't feelin' mu flows get the pyscho American Style I'll snipe ya like Gomer Pile curse more than Kyle
In the southpark fools don't come to the dark
Only to see a spliff of my spark
I got a team of seven two trained demons ready to press ya head into the earthly grounds
Blood fillin' the soils from war spoils
I got pass the boil
Til I evaporated emcees til they ghosts ghost becomes fleshy My minds sickenin' strengthen go over critics like MJ and Pippen

Blue Orchid Apr 2019

Break yourself

If you pushed on a glass case made up of your own reflection
You'd sink past the treshold
Because you'll have nothing to cling on to
Except for the rope you'll be forced to wear around your neck
Like the 24 karat gold that chokes the breath from your lungs
And when you finally gasp out the waste that's slowly suffocating
The pores on your skin
You'll realize it was your fingers preventing you from breathing.
So keep your hands steady on your laps
Dare they find the rail hanging by the edge of "salvation"
Lest they pull you to freedom,
Swallow the key chain with its thousand keys dangling from its waist
Begging release,
Ignore the belt encircling your feet and the stone you've tied with it
For the river is merciful and the tide forgiving.

If you jumped from the bridge by your window
Don't look under
It'll only remind you of the edge your not standing on anymore
And the cold, freezing depth
You'll remember forgetting the stories under your bed
With the letters you've never received
So hold on to "ignorance" for as long as you can
Because it makes such a close friend
While it stokes your hair and lulls you to bed
and when you finally let go of the crippling end
walk back to you with your broken leg

— The End —