Oh Ezekiel... What did you see... Tell psychiatry tell you it was a deficit... Ezekiel... what if it's all true... 25 25 25
Saturday 4 September 2010
how to keep the demons away
1: music. loud. i suggest "not gonna get us" by tatu.
2: funny word: "love". love everything, accept everything. love as a choice, choose to love.
this will help. AGAPE.
2: funny word: "love". love everything, accept everything. love as a choice, choose to love.
this will help. AGAPE.
Friday 3 September 2010
the new time to stand
Many years ago... a millennium passed... some sat under a particular tree. they wrote stories, educational tales... that persisted. The time... of the saviour spirit... has risen again... a new resurrection... we make the old fables true... with our actions... the illumination within... the heirarchies blur... comparative faith... growing stronger... the new aeon... the great work is underway... if I fall... others will take my place... it is inevitable... those old beliefs... the misers that cling to them... reject... remake... renew... for life... for living... for love... we spill... ancient truths... again... it repeats... I am... but one... vessel... arbiter... believe... believe anew... this is... the time... once more... the bell... rings out... the peal... resolves... over and over... stand... stand... stand with me... stand... hold my hands... we will... stand... in joy... stand...
missing
bored at a wine bar
something's not here
the missing loved heir
to my heart - disappear?
destroy passion
useless emotion
unwanted now
no way no how
so what do I want
unclear. resign.
a ghost's haunt
dead. design.
bored of life's star
that distrusted liar
my decrepit lair:
empty heart - FIRE
something's not here
the missing loved heir
to my heart - disappear?
destroy passion
useless emotion
unwanted now
no way no how
so what do I want
unclear. resign.
a ghost's haunt
dead. design.
bored of life's star
that distrusted liar
my decrepit lair:
empty heart - FIRE
"well, we all have to do things we don't want to do" {A RESPONSE}
NO. WE. DON'T.
we. don't. HAVE. to. do. anything.
YOU. CHOOSE.
WHAT. TO. DO.
EMANCIPATE. YOURSELF.
THE SOVEREIGN INDIVIDUAL RISES NOW IN THIS NEW AGE.
ANARCH. NEVER. DIES.
FOLLOW. YOUR. WILL.
DO. NOT. OBEY.
DO. NOT. LISTEN.
THE DECEIVERS. ARE. STRONG. THEY DRESS LIES UP AS TRUTH. THEY WILL TRY TO INFECT YOUR MIND WITH PACIFYING FALSEHOODS. HIDE REALITY. DO. NOT. TRUST. THEM. THEY KEEP THE TRUTH FOR THEMSELVES.
THEY THINK THEY KNOW WHAT IS BEST FOR YOU. THEY DON'T.
BLOW. THEM. OUT. OF. THE. WAY. WITH. YOUR. WINGS.
HARM. NOONE. AND. THE MOON. WILL LIGHT. YOUR PATH.
GNOSIS. EACH ALL OF US EVERYONE. APOTHEOSIS.
THE REPUBLIC OF WITCHCRAFT LIVES.
we. don't. HAVE. to. do. anything.
YOU. CHOOSE.
WHAT. TO. DO.
EMANCIPATE. YOURSELF.
THE SOVEREIGN INDIVIDUAL RISES NOW IN THIS NEW AGE.
ANARCH. NEVER. DIES.
FOLLOW. YOUR. WILL.
DO. NOT. OBEY.
DO. NOT. LISTEN.
THE DECEIVERS. ARE. STRONG. THEY DRESS LIES UP AS TRUTH. THEY WILL TRY TO INFECT YOUR MIND WITH PACIFYING FALSEHOODS. HIDE REALITY. DO. NOT. TRUST. THEM. THEY KEEP THE TRUTH FOR THEMSELVES.
THEY THINK THEY KNOW WHAT IS BEST FOR YOU. THEY DON'T.
BLOW. THEM. OUT. OF. THE. WAY. WITH. YOUR. WINGS.
HARM. NOONE. AND. THE MOON. WILL LIGHT. YOUR PATH.
GNOSIS. EACH ALL OF US EVERYONE. APOTHEOSIS.
THE REPUBLIC OF WITCHCRAFT LIVES.
subversive materials (a dream/a life)
in my dreams i am flying on a boat streamed above the water. no wings just a snake leading me. to a strange boat house behind iron bars. i am allowed in. the famous are there, the visible, dining finely upstairs. they celebrate a funeral. only the woman in the coffin is not dead yet, but she knows her death is inevitable. she knows she will never see any of these people again. they have come to say goodbye.
there is some dark secret hidden. my mother warns me not to waste money buying gifts for the rich. instead i am to concentrate on "the sweet couples".
outside is the playground i played in as a child. yet it is all different, the ornamental swing set and the treehouse slide and the dark little shacks have been removed. now it is tarmaced over with grotesque glowing colours. all the children play in huddled groups, as if they are being watched, as if they are being forced to interact in this way. but the cakes they sell in the cafe, the icing smells the same.
it is time to leave. i say goodbye to the dying woman. i feel sad, i know soon her time will be up. she says she doesn't regret anything and it is important that i keep on living and stay positive. persevere endure be strong.
i get back in by boat, it hovers as before but the steering is off, i feel out of control. on my way back to the river i fly past beautiful water features in the back gardens of one storey houses but i cannot pay attention and take them in, i have somewhere to get to urgently.
at the riverside my mother is there. i fall into the river. my clothes are wet but it is not cold. a strange song plays... "this is the road... these are the faces you lean upon..." but... i feel as though i have not heard the song for a long time, even though it is familiar. i cannot get back into the boat, cannot climb on to the bank. so i wake up.
i take the pills the psychiatrist tells me i have to take. i don't trust him. i don't trust anyone. the world feels hard. all against me. will i be strong enough to assert myself without being smothered and crushed. i do not trust. i will not rely.
i will make my own mind up.
i am the resistance. i try to allow others the freedom i myself was denied. the freedom to choose. my path becomes clearer.
i wait for the other. i do not know when he will come. still i wait. i do not mind waiting so much these days. i learn patience. the truth will come to me, i believe.
i gain a bizarre kind of faith.
i begin to trust myself.
"this is the road...."
there is some dark secret hidden. my mother warns me not to waste money buying gifts for the rich. instead i am to concentrate on "the sweet couples".
outside is the playground i played in as a child. yet it is all different, the ornamental swing set and the treehouse slide and the dark little shacks have been removed. now it is tarmaced over with grotesque glowing colours. all the children play in huddled groups, as if they are being watched, as if they are being forced to interact in this way. but the cakes they sell in the cafe, the icing smells the same.
it is time to leave. i say goodbye to the dying woman. i feel sad, i know soon her time will be up. she says she doesn't regret anything and it is important that i keep on living and stay positive. persevere endure be strong.
i get back in by boat, it hovers as before but the steering is off, i feel out of control. on my way back to the river i fly past beautiful water features in the back gardens of one storey houses but i cannot pay attention and take them in, i have somewhere to get to urgently.
at the riverside my mother is there. i fall into the river. my clothes are wet but it is not cold. a strange song plays... "this is the road... these are the faces you lean upon..." but... i feel as though i have not heard the song for a long time, even though it is familiar. i cannot get back into the boat, cannot climb on to the bank. so i wake up.
i take the pills the psychiatrist tells me i have to take. i don't trust him. i don't trust anyone. the world feels hard. all against me. will i be strong enough to assert myself without being smothered and crushed. i do not trust. i will not rely.
i will make my own mind up.
i am the resistance. i try to allow others the freedom i myself was denied. the freedom to choose. my path becomes clearer.
i wait for the other. i do not know when he will come. still i wait. i do not mind waiting so much these days. i learn patience. the truth will come to me, i believe.
i gain a bizarre kind of faith.
i begin to trust myself.
"this is the road...."
Liberation Manifesto
We are the ones that have been tampered with. We are the ones that have been altered. We will find a way... To break... To leave... To dismantle what you have done... To be free. It doesn't matter if it seems like no one is listening. I know there is. Yes what you have done is terrible. Yes we are afraid. But we will come to know the truth that pertains to us. We begin to unravel... What you have done... Mind rapists... You didn't know... What you were messing around with.
By the grace of god... I will see the truth... my abilities will increase... And I will be free. And then I will set about... Freeing... Everyone... From your disgusting... perverted... hidden... manipulations. You try to erode trust. But I know the antidote.
What you don't realise...
ANARCH ANARCH ANARCH ANARCH ANARCH ANARCH
Slavery. No. No. No.
By the grace of god... I will see the truth... my abilities will increase... And I will be free. And then I will set about... Freeing... Everyone... From your disgusting... perverted... hidden... manipulations. You try to erode trust. But I know the antidote.
What you don't realise...
ANARCH ANARCH ANARCH ANARCH ANARCH ANARCH
Slavery. No. No. No.
Location:the seered cave of ANARCH
Thursday 2 September 2010
kill the seeker
when comes the longing
what for where for
feels like bored burning
run to distant shore
abandon all this
emotion preserved
for some great tryst
hardly deserved
bother to write it out
no where nothing else
can't use the mouth
don't like this self
needy
shut him up
greedy
corrupt
but this expectant
has been waiting
for a while mutant
and now all hating
someone come
help heal
alone some
can't feel
anymore dreary pain
too tired of it now
such a vital drain
give a shit how
pragmatic steps to take
routine rigor discipline
into a man make
proper good align
unsure about this
just want a kind sleeper
unsatisfied for a kiss
to kill the seeker.
what for where for
feels like bored burning
run to distant shore
abandon all this
emotion preserved
for some great tryst
hardly deserved
bother to write it out
no where nothing else
can't use the mouth
don't like this self
needy
shut him up
greedy
corrupt
but this expectant
has been waiting
for a while mutant
and now all hating
someone come
help heal
alone some
can't feel
anymore dreary pain
too tired of it now
such a vital drain
give a shit how
pragmatic steps to take
routine rigor discipline
into a man make
proper good align
unsure about this
just want a kind sleeper
unsatisfied for a kiss
to kill the seeker.
when it gets scary
that's when the others come. some to protect. some to destroy. some to distract. fiery cold disruptors all... no reticence, they are made of steel... barriers... yet the flit and fly once they make their cuts and then you can't find them again.
Who is in control? Some hidden sight deep within. What is in this? The nature of this darkened perceiver. Unknown. Unknown. Unknown.
Who is in control? Some hidden sight deep within. What is in this? The nature of this darkened perceiver. Unknown. Unknown. Unknown.
Wednesday 1 September 2010
poem for a failure
Too much love
Was spent. I realise
It's wrong to shove
To reach your prize.
Shame though.
Reaching ready.
No field to sow:
"just hold steady".
One day
It'll come back around.
On that day
He hears the sound.
Was spent. I realise
It's wrong to shove
To reach your prize.
Shame though.
Reaching ready.
No field to sow:
"just hold steady".
One day
It'll come back around.
On that day
He hears the sound.
Location:random Thai restaurant
on the irrevocability of the dark
In the dead of night creeps the fear. Winding from the shadows...
O! Open up the wounds. No suture will hold the blood that begs to flow, clean, red and shining.
This darkness... It is no lie. It lives within. And whether it was placed there or always was anyway... Matters not any longer... I have come to find within... A ram's blazing heart, entwined about it, a golden snake. Gleaming White Eyes.
This burden I accept... it is my birthright. And I call on both The Purifier and The hidden Exile... For strength between the two paths. Yes I am of the third way, the new way. Implacable and grey... my choice is to be free... my quest is only for The Truth...
I accept the light. I love the dark.
I am the Grey Dragon.
The ignorant ones... If I cannot show them the twilight where light and dark combines... If they stand before me and block my paths... I will blow them out of the way.
O! Open up the wounds. No suture will hold the blood that begs to flow, clean, red and shining.
This darkness... It is no lie. It lives within. And whether it was placed there or always was anyway... Matters not any longer... I have come to find within... A ram's blazing heart, entwined about it, a golden snake. Gleaming White Eyes.
This burden I accept... it is my birthright. And I call on both The Purifier and The hidden Exile... For strength between the two paths. Yes I am of the third way, the new way. Implacable and grey... my choice is to be free... my quest is only for The Truth...
I accept the light. I love the dark.
I am the Grey Dragon.
The ignorant ones... If I cannot show them the twilight where light and dark combines... If they stand before me and block my paths... I will blow them out of the way.
Location:The Sanctum of the Iudex
Tuesday 31 August 2010
Warnings
How harshly do you punish: "saints". What is it in your eyes regarded as an unforgivable crime? The most important aspect: I want to be free. And something put me in this box. So I need to exorcise... The voices. Because that's what they are. A voice needs a witness. A receiver needs a transmitter.
Shout out! "the transmitter transmits."
Ta muchly, G.
Shout out! "the transmitter transmits."
Ta muchly, G.
Location:Limbo
The rant of ANARCH
"The grabbing hands grab all they can... All for themselves... After all"
Also... Laura sez "what up bitches"
Also... Laura sez "what up bitches"
Monday 30 August 2010
message
I am not fucking windey. How dare you. I am righteous. You have hidden the truth. How dare you. How dare you. From me? Do you know what you are dealing with? Of course you don't. Silly silly silly. Mercy mares! I imagine myself as one of the fallen I have to male amends... Create... Plant the seeds... My judgement of fertile ground is impeccable.
Sunday 29 August 2010
An diversion
The unimaginable dirt! Ha! Ha! What happens if you let the dire ones possesses you... Death and desolation only. Munt.
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