A Phrophecy To A Generation of the Blind

Here in the darkness as Jupiter lies upon the foot of Ophiuchus I stare into the abyss of that which will be shortly upon us as a warning to the current generation.  Assembled ten to speak which is feared to be spoken.  Oh misguided generation, you stand as misers, wrapped within your own lust and misguided in deeds and desires.  You, who are crossed believing in sympathy, understanding and in your own practicality and honor as the way to salvation.  A Judgement will be shortly upon you.

You have been reared in much prosperity and bliss resulting in your childish notions of a universal love and passion that cannot be as of yet.  You see through the eyes of rose colored glasses which has no place in this time.  For they present to you false hopes, images and deluded dreams.  Through them only disappointment and death awaits.

There you stand as the Fool, enthusiastic, optimistic with only pleasure and frivolity as your companion.  Imaging yourselves as one that is on a quest rushing headstrong into the fray to right wrongs of the past and plant the seeds of Utopia!   However,  this gallant achievement may not be realized without understanding, true pain and suffering.   Yes, you see yourselves as the brave and honorable knight; the hero or heroine with great skill and might.  But you impetuously charge into the unknown without fear and the wisdom of the wise.   A great Crisis awaits you, one that has not been known before.  A Calamity that will rock you and the rest of the world to its very foundations.   Unbelievable pain, anguish, sickness, persecution and turmoil will you find children.

Humble yourselves in its wake.  You must find the internal strength to not only over come the external challenges that lay waste to your world but the internal demons that have cultivated ignorance and arrogance within you.  Look to the elders, the wise Hierophant, for wisdom and to the generation that follow for inspiration.   That which lies shortly ahead could possibly destroy all that is, has been and could ever be.  It has been rooted in the vanity of your ancestors and cultivated in greed, arrogance, ignorance, lust and selfishness.  But do not forsake hope,  knowledge of the past, understanding of what is and wisdom for what could be.  In this there will be your greatest chance to create something new and exceptionally good, beautiful and ever-lasting.  That which has not been seen for ages.

Now the eye begins to close and rest must be obtained for the Oracle.

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundiThoth

 

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New Horizons

Regret & Reflection II

There in the distance lies evidence of the great force of the wind in the sails that went previously unnoticed

There just beyond the mountain peak, rays of sun-light illuminate hidden valley pathways leading to cavernous indentations of the landscape before unseen

At my side, diligently standing but never before appreciated remains friend, comforter and confidant always taken for granted

Now the death of an old life is at hand and new horizons await.  That which had been muzzled by ignorance and vanity is finally released from the blast of Gabriel’s Trumpet

I shook with fear and then cried tears of joy as I came to understand the true nature of the journey is in each step taken and not the journey’s end

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundiThoth

 

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A Prayer For The Dying

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Sipping on Redd in bed with Santitas by my side can’t ease the pain. Nor does the initial euphoria felt when the mobile beeps notification only to realise that it is the senseless communication that is the addiction.

Another day in a contemplative state pondering what’s this life for. Vivid paint stares back at me in the dark from incomplete works, the mirror of a myriad of past emotions from Vino in Veritas. Trying to find that balance between “what is” and “what is not” consumes both the conscious and subconscious mind alike.

Was Thoth this mired in self-reflection – examining both the meaningful and meaningless on this journey in pursuit of pure wisdom and self-actualization? Regardless of the answer, isolation is the constant companion of those who set upon this quest to quench the thirst for wisdom.

There are no sigils or talismans to protect on the lonely and perilous expedition. The culmination of this crusade is surely a slow and methodical death to reveal the mysteries of life.

Therefore think of me and offer up one last prayer for the dying. May peace and your perfect Heaven await.

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi Thoth II

 

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Poem 711 – Sometimes

Wisdom I

I just thought I’d say hello while you tell me good-bye

The sun is going down quickly and I thought about selling my only Renoir along with some old CD’s

The world is on Pause from common sense so what the hell difference does it make what I do

I see that the accordion is accompanying the violin but my Faithful won’t go along with as I go in through the back door

Laughter can be heard from the back pews while they’re crying at the front of the wedding chapel

The dog should return soon from walking the wife and kids which means I don’t have much more time to play

my left wrist is in a lot of pain but looking on the bright side, I don’t have to worry about going to the gym this week

I believe some secrets should remain secret

If I drink enough I will have forgotten all about it anyway … What was I thinking about?

No matter, in today’s world an attention span is much overrated

It’s been nice taking time to record some thoughts for no one in particular before I get back to living life … or someone else’s

I mean the television is not going to watch itself am I right?

Ponder III

Calvin & Hobbes

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi Thoth II

 

 

Submission

Asian II

At moonlight’s arrival you whisper and dance gracefully upon my every thought

Alternatively divine, darkly inviting and imbued with unending sensual ferocity, the spell that is cast cannot be broken

There on the fringe of the spider’s web waiting silently, patiently to devour saintly spirit, I struggle to no avail as it only enhances your appetite and makes you want me more

In the deepest chasm of my being, I realise that I cannot resist as I have never known such force or obsession delicately devouring me

No words are expressed, no intellect implored only unyielding raw emotional desire for what is coveted by the eyes and craved by both body and soul

No light can escape this abyss of your all consuming hunger and I know that it is there that I will reside with you forever be thee flesh or spectre

So I just let go and let you feed

Mystic IIAdiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

 

The Wolf Cries Three Times Before Dying – just poetry

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The Wolf King by Dan Burgess

 

Pull the spectacles from your eyes and behold the illusions of your own design

It was given birth by C-section and now a prodigy to rule the world or is it to ensure the world rue’s the day?

Cry once for this amazing creation because that’s all you have time for

Its nurturing time and the dawn won’t wait for the sun to complete its ascension or for you to comprehend the gravity of your miscalculations before clearing the rheum from your eyes

 

Shh now….the teeth are sharp and milk just won’t cut it

Fresh meat is on the menu and know that you are not exempt from your child’s ravenous palate

Hope you’ve got alternative plans for tea because the cupboards will soon be bare

How are you feeling now that the hunt is on and the youngling is on the prowl?

There is wanderlust in the eyes and soon there will be no means of controlling it

Can you cry for the innocent and ignorant souls that will soon know and fear you from the thing you have sired?

 

Sit back in that Recliner and take it all in

Keep one hand in your pocket and use the other to conceal your sins

That’s right…endeavour to settle yourself down in a simple little town while the acid rain falls gently all around

You may rely on the fact that Heaven may forgive but few others will when they have fathomed what you have unleashed

Deafen yourself to the carnage by covering your ears to “la, la, la, la – I can’t hear you” but hey you should remember…

Everyone gets tired sometime, Everyone has to sleep sometime, Everyone has to feel sometime

…and when you do, there won’t be a peep from you but the world around will continue to sigh and cry before your wolf dies

I bid you Sweet Dreams my princess in the dark.

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

 

Tell Me…

 

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…why does the sun shine upon the young and old; the strong and the feeble; the rich and the poor and the wise and foolish equally when clearly they are not?

…why does the rainfall comfort me in a way that a sunny day cannot?

…why do tears signal both joy and happiness as well as pain and despair?

…why must it be so exhausting in the company of many while so peaceful in solitude?

…why isn’t beauty and happiness seen as a universal concept instead of dictated by the beholder?

…why am I separated from the Constant of creation and the Spirit of Wisdom though they beckon me and I for them?

…why am I allowed only to glimpse Truth but not experience its full beauty and magnificence?

…why have I been allowed to be raised in what is considered foster care at best while my Family be not far from me?

…why are YOU not here to explain all of this to me now and nourish me within the knowledge that is so desired?

Please tell me!

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

Joke I

 

 

 

To Do What I Was Created To (a Poem)

My Destiny IV

Enterprise was an inheritance designated by my Father at conception, vigilantly monitored and protected by Allatori.  There was no doubt that there would be no assimilation with the surrounding world.  Apprehension, Confusion, Curiosity, Reclusion were but a few of my companions.

Never so mysterious was the meaning of the dawn of each new sunrise and the ascension of darkness culminating in nightfall.

Kind words mask the mischievous, the unrighteous, the evil. Both sight and spirit has been enhanced. It serves as a blessing and curse.

Indigo is meaningless as colour fades to only Black and White.  Choices are all that remain and only for a little while.  I must play my part regardless of the emotions that overwhelm but it is my Father’s Will.  So it is accepted with peace and without hesitation.  Fate has already made it’s claim.  There, on the other side just beyond the curtain awaits Destiny to prepare me for the next Act in an unending play in which my part must be played alone.

My Destiny III

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……..For now it is the comfort, the strength, the power and the wisdom of my Father, of my Family that I now require as the curtain slowly closes on a scene filled with countless second rate actors that are clueless to what is to follow.

It can be difficult looking ahead in the Script.

Non opus est tibi Pater. Domne benedicere.

Mystic IIAdiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

 

I AM SORRY?…Pah-lease!

Have you ever stopped to contemplate the insignificance of those three words, “I Am Sorry” with respect to preconceived, adverse actions committed against you?  They are probably the most over used words in the English language next to “I love you” and most likely just as meaningless.  Consider this, “I love you”, is expressed based on a chemical reaction that catalyzes in our brains most likely rooted in the Nature/Nurture aspect of our development growth experiences from birth.

We learn what is attractive to us from the influences impressed upon us by either our environment or genetic code.  This in-turn results in a chemical reaction that we find gratifying to relay to the object of our desire to cement a bonding process.  As this chemical reaction wanes, so does the emotion initially experienced.  In the juxtaposition of “I am sorry” another reaction takes place, this time anchored in some misguided notion; that is often selfish and rarely genuine. We pray that the aforementioned pithy composite of carefully crafted words can somehow magically remove the guilt or fear of some intentional negative action we have taken but now wish to minimize because it may present a hindrance to acquiring further selfish goals or objectives we have in future.  Simply stated, “I must seek forgiveness for this terrible, rotten thing that I have done because it may interfere with what I would like to obtain at some later time.”

Unlike the chemical reaction sparking our so-called perception of love, that which results in the cleverly strung together words “I am sorry” is based on a learned response from our growth and development phase.  We are taught that everything is made better or pacified by expressing contrition or regret through those simple three words which are usually ignited by another selfish desire rooted in more chemical reactions.   So, the next time you hear those words expressed to you after some deliberate, untoward action taken against you, ask yourself this – “What is it that you want from me now?”   Think about it!

Ponder III

Calvin & Hobbes

 

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

To Be Created and To Comprehend

Thoth III

And by what have I been sculpted…?

Is it by the wind and the rain, together in tandem carrying me where it will then seeding me to that chosen soil for nourishment and to nourish

or is it by the strength of the mighty river’s flow – eroding, carving, moulding everything in it’s wake until defined as the grandest canyon or the mightiest mountain

or has it truly been by the Will and hand of my Maker, like Hephaestus methodically crafting me into the finest tool which has been forged in an inferno until strong and durable as Osmium and as sharp as the Joyeuse.

…to be nurtured for purposes only understood by nothing less than a – God

Now I am whole; Now I am transcendent; Now…I AM AWAKE!

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II