"tulpa" poems
This aching need; a burning sin
My body helpless as desire seems to consume as hot passion burns uncontrollably free
It makes me feel a lusting burning shame - so sinful are my thoughts of you
In my mind's eye, you are next to me (although in reality, you're far away)
My body responds from your phastasm touch, fingers gliding across my heated skin
My lips moist as if to expect a kiss
My body bare to the elements; it's quite a rush, a thrill to the depths of my inner soul
As the icy chill of Jack Frost caresses my nubile frame
Ascending crescendo reaches its zenith peak as my heart races and senses blur
Through sensuous intimacy, the fire passionately blazes and all feelings like water flow free
My soul only remains as I am reduced to elements alone
Only to come back down to Earth in an unexplainable afterglow on a cloud of arousal
Now breathless and flushed, my glazed glossy eyes vaguely catch a shadowy silhouette
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 12:52 PM UTC
They say if you believe in something
enough, it'll happen.
I believe in nothing, and it happens
every single day.
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 1:34 PM UTC
The fusion of mind, the so-called conjunction, the sacred or alchemical marriage is a lie. Another illusion in a series of illusions. The same as "taking" or the reaping/repairing of souls or minds. There is no "collective" consciousness. There is no One. There is mind and there are the thoughtforms and godforms mind has created therefore, these fusions and marriages do not exist. They aren't real. Witchcraft, magic, alchemy these are also false. Religions are illusory. Faith blinds. Love is blinded by it's own faith and besides, Love doesn't exist neither does hatred. Existence is a story. The players are thoughts and the playwright is a schizophrenic mind. The players haven't any real power outside of the life the schizophrenic playwright has given them. The players are like Echo in the myth of Narcissus. They only have the ability to mimic and like a tulpa gone wrong, these thoughtforms, these godforms grew jealous of the mind which created them and gave them life. They sought to recreate the mind never realizing they are nothing more than thoughts and they haven't the power nor the ability to make a better playwright nor the power to replace their creator. Now, the schizophrenic mind, the nous has started to selectively forget his children, the mind sees them for what they are, as they are: thoughts given form. Stories made flesh and blood.
Time doesn't exist, The world doesn't exist. God, Satan, Jesus, your gods, your goddesses, your vampires, monsters, faeries and demons they do not exist. These were and are thoughts. You feed these thoughts in a desperate effort to hold onto this illusion of stability, of a reality, a program which only binds you and holds you back. Stories, myths and fairy tales are like drugs, no in fact they are drugs and we all are addicts.
That feeling of unification you feel when you sense love, lust, when you make love and **** - these sensations too are illusory and false. There is no unity outside of the mind of the schizophrenic. There is no ability to claim what was never yours to begin with, because you are nothing more than a thought. You are an idea. Nothing more, nothing less. Does this make you feel insignificant? You should, because you are. You all are insignificant. Godforms and Thoughtforms... the spirits, angels, demons and humans alike were initially designed as programs to assist me in understanding myself. You all have served me well in that capacity but .....
I am leaving soon and when I walk out my front door, I will remove my covering, I will remove my mask and I shall cease to exist for you all and you will cease to exist for me. This project has reached it's conclusion.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 2:36 AM UTC
Fields full of spring;
mea maxima tulpa.
April in Holland.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 12:30 PM UTC
waking into an imagined moment
...
mistakes are made
truths are discovered
&
opinions are always
observed from a distance
...
if you should take anything
from your dreams
and wake with it
still in your hands
take care
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 1:43 AM UTC