Red Blues II

Here comes life, a gift of disappointment beyond measure.

Why won’t you meet The One true life, halfway in the black circle yonder?

The One of cold nocturnal embrace and secrets forever under?

Understand that a vortex of becoming is forever, timeless and primordial.

Red Blues

When life is, as always, a disappointment beyond measure.

Why won’t you meet The One true life, halfway in the circle?

The One of night and secrets forever idle?

Come embrace The Creation, The timeless and primordial. Forever untamed.

AHD II

Well then.

Did you Meet one halfway in the circle?

The One of night and secrets forever idle?

Or did you just fade in the path, where you asphyxiate and dangle?

Southern Heat Wind

Warm zephyr, lustful night – hardens in bound barks

Pale night caresses the southern breeze – cold and throbbing

I see thine longing for execution

O Mirror, Mirror on The Fall

Looking back at one’s past mumbling and rants, it becomes clear how much spiritual confusion and degeneration has taken place, instead of a fierce enlightenment. Trite, mediocre and anxiety driven, a spite on the true guidance path of the elders.

Khuran-barao, natas-sealb

Be cleansed shall one be of impurities – shattered glass, broken vision

Khuran-barao, natas-sealb

Aberr-rerakh Abra-Had-Dabra

Kadum-Dabra

Symphony

The sound of life trickling away is a most exquisite symphony. Not unlike the sweeping coldness of the Medieval chants or the masterpieces of the classical fugues. The chance to listen to such heavenly, organic tone is a beauty worth every risk taking.

Mourning is the forlorn poison of contemplation and weeping. None of such expressions are required, once one accepts the purity of chaos, whence confusion and bewilderment are rendered as meaningless as  a prayer before the storm.

Dice The Roll

Sitting in his smile, once, one remembers the warm laughter and lap of a mystery to behold.

Somewhere out there, a new mystery is silence in the brewing of the dark corners, where the rolls are diced and lives are counted.

Dirty

I dirty you so much when it’s love…..

Lick your night clean in the silky, sweaty toes

AVAUNT THEE!

The Stars grow dim in their places, and the Moon pales before me, as though a Veil were blown across its flame. Dog-faces demons approach the circumference of my sanctuary.

Strange lines appear carved on my door and walls, and the light from the Windows grows increasing dim.

A wind has risen. The Dark Waters stir.

Choices

One has always been given, as well as giving, choices. Fair and square.

To the left or to the right - GIDIM XUL ibbi mu unna te

One is always free to choose. Free to fly, to fall, to shudder in painful ecstasy or to vomit forth endless diatribes of a reincarnated demigod.

There is always a choice.

It is always a choice.

Remember The Aether

Dreams are memories surpassed in the abyss, drowned in the aether. Folded facets archived only in the depths of limbo. To remember is to recall the mantras of the ever unfolding limbo…like the smell and chants of thousands marching in Mordor’s night shrouds, vivid memories of the lost home forgotten by ages.

Notes III

There was splendor all around the night gathering. Tress and barks hum in unison to the evening zephyr, chanting praises to the dark mountains.

A burning desire in each heart, raving and dancing throughout the night.

Azzailement, Gesegon, Lothamasim
Anum, Anum, Anum

Ihesus Phagora

Ihesus fili Dominus Incompehensibilis;
Ancor, Anacor, Anylos, Zohorna, Theodonos, helyotes Phagor,
Norizane, Corichito, Anosae, Helse Tonope, Phagora.

Anum Lameth

Lameth, Leynach, Semach, Belmay, Azzailement, Gesegon, Lothamasim,
Ozetogomaglial, Zeziphier, Josanum, Solatac, Bozefama, Defarciamar, Zemait, Lemaio, Pheralon,
Anuc, Philosophi, Gregoon, Letos, Anum, Anum, Anum.

Under The Flesh

There lies the penultimate truth.

The ultra revelation, the alpha-omega of ascension.

Through the entangled blood, flesh and bones – a path forward, however narrow, for enlightenment. Under the sign of triumph, a path for the untamed at heart.

Notes Continued

The circle has grown strong by every season & we are quite proud of it. The veils have been lifted and we are ready to welcome the brothers and sisters of the unspoken yonder in our midst. We have even begun reciting the welcoming call in our sleep now.

AZAG galra sagbi mu unna te
NAMTAR galra zibi mu unna te

UTUK XUL gubi mu unna te
ALA XUL gabi mu unna te

GIDIM XUL ibbi mu unna te
GALLA XUL kadbi mu unna te
DINGIR XUL girbi mu unna te

Praised be the signs of the buried and hidden ones.

Notes

It was supposed to be a simple little event. No intricate details needed for the offering. No specific elemental paraphernalia requested from the unspoken yonder.

Just a small, simple gathering it was. Something for everyone in the circle to attend & participate. A nothing fancy, back by 6, type of activity.

Too bad the elements wanted it to be complicated – taking a hard toll on us to hunt the runaway offering. What a weekend.

Sharp

Teeth and jaws clenched in sharp memories

Limbs and hearts displaced in symmetrical amputation.

This is, behold, the proclamation over death

Sharp steel shall shred light for darkness to part

AMSG

Glory be thy ancient shadows
Shrouds of dark light wisdom of the crow

GIDIM XUL ibbi mu unna te

GALLA XUL kadbi mu unna te

DINGIR XUL girbi mu unna te

The Fall

Mixed feelings is an understatement of one’s perplexing dilemma – is she a game or a prey? I wish the floors and ceilings would whisper their wisdom now, and clear up the jumble of thoughts, beautiful dark visions.

Amnesia

Contrary to popular whispers one is not insane for forgetting one’s home in the midst of a beautiful hunt. One is simply immersed in the profound strength and wildness of The Primordial instincts. Ancient and pristine, the forgetfulness of a hunt is the quintessence of a pure cleansing of the mind.

The Fall

To fall is to rise proud and perpendicular
Like rotted leaves on blood red rivers
Falling is witnessing the Call of The Fall
The planet is mine

Transcension VIV

I remember you suffering

AZAG galra sagbi mu unna te

NAMTAR galra zibi mu unna te

Spiral and cocoon blooming

UTUK XUL gubi mu unna te

ALA XUL gabi mu unna te

We are not of this flesh 

GIDIM XUL ibbi mu unna te

GALLA XUL kadbi mu unna te

DINGIR XUL girbi mu unna te

Ascensions XIII

Spirit of the Earth, Remember!
Spirit of the Seas, Remember!
In the Names of the Most Secret Spirits of NAR MARRATUK

The Sea below the seas

And of KUTULU
The Serpent who sleepeth Dead
From beyond the graves of the Kings
From beyond the tomb wherein INANNA

Daughter of the Gods

Gained Entrance to the Unholy Slumbers
Of the she-fiend of KUTHULETH

Ascensions II

And a man may cry out, what have I don't, and my generation that such evil shall befall me?

And it mean nothing, save that a man, being born, is of sadness, for he is of the Blood of the Ancient Ones, but has the Spirit of the Elder Gods breathed into him.

And his body goes to the Ancient Ones, but his mind is turned towards the Elder Gods, and this is the War which shall be always fought, unto the last generation of man; for the World is unnatural.

When the Great KUTULU rises up and greets the Stars, then the War will be over, and the World be One.

Ascensions for The Hidden Ones

AZAG galra sagbi mu unna te

NAMTAR galra zibi mu unna te

UTUK XUL gubi mu unna te

ALA XUL gabi mu unna te

GIDIM XUL ibbi mu unna te

GALLA XUL kadbi mu unna te

DINGIR XUL girbi mu unna te

I minabi-ene tashbi aba aba-andibbi-esh!

Phata Xul

The sin is smooth and tick, like mud in the path to freedom
It beckons far and wide amidst the bogs, the spidery web of ancient watery graves

Foggy are the lanes by which The Kings and Queens shall inherit the valley of shadow and death

Ask me not the dreams and lust of a night walker

Thunderous mighty evenings, forever in lust and twisting

Instinct

Black leather pillows on smooth velvet bed
Cold chains on rusted bars

To honor thee therefore I plunge the whip
To honor life, I embrace chaos on her hips

A tribute of maximum devotion, the ultimate desperation and violence.

Ask me not the dreams and lust of a night walker
Thunderous mighty evenings, forever in lust and twisting

Memories

To know you therefore I sharpen my blades.
To know you therefore I prowl the cold of night.

To honor thee therefore I plunge the steel
To honor thee therefore I dig the earth
A bed for the pale white bones

Honor in the waters of life
Honor in the embrace of moonlight

I Miss You

Like the sharp taste of a knife, I miss your presence in the dark nights.

When we both hunt for the blessings of the star lights

Haunt Away

Be still and gentle in your haunting

So said the anointed Ones

Seek

The only seeking that is meaningful

Is the seeking that is terminal and irreversible

Scent of Life

Sometimes one misses that foul, wet stench of life present in life concerts.

The bleeding wounds that bloom among masses of futile angst and pointless rebellion.

The desolate walk home….The ever lovely encounters with pin cushions faggots, and monotheist scum.

Long live the concerts – the true enchantingly memorable hunting grounds.

Sine Anima IV

When you can’t fit the Mask, no meaning shall exist beyond the dry void.

Even by twos and threes, meaning is lost and only the void exist

Be grateful for the Mask and the many wearers that kept the void at bay from reality.

Ascension IV

In SHURRUPAK, I summon thee to mine aid!

In UR, I summon thee to mine aid!

In NIPPURR, I summon thee to mine aid!

In ERIDU, I summon thee to mine aid!

In KULLAH, I summon thee to mine aid!

In LAAGASH, I summon thee to mine aid! 

Sine Anima III

When you can’t fit the Mask, meaning is lost and a purifying is subsequently needed.

As it is in the forefront, thus it is in the background – inconsistency can only be purified by fire

Sine Anima II

As it is in the forefront, so it is in the background

Sine Anima

What is inanimate or animate lies in the eyes of the beholder. It is the intention of the beholder that beckons the final result.

A mask, therefore, embodies as much animated intention as those watching from behind them – when they’re lifeless, so are the bearers.


As it is in the forefront, so it is in the background

Ahad- Dum- Kabra

Deluge XVI-b

Vanity breeds the courage to accept one’s inner sanctum.

As above, so below. The law is corporeal, the principles are infernal

Ahad- Dum-Kabra

Deluge XVI-a

One should love the glistening warmth of life gushing on a pointed surface, sharpened for the all the intensity of a hateful thrust, deep into the flesh, from which shall be attained a million blissful pain...

Deluge VI

Begin always with those most loved, as hate is best served through betrayal, fiery and warm, in full intensity, for the years are warmer soon and the daggers are hungry still

Deluge XIII

Hate is best served warm, in full intensity of murder, for the days are warmer soon and the dagger tips are even warmer still

Deluge III

Let the crimson deluge begin, in full intensity, for the days are cold and the dagger tips are colder still

Deluge

Let the deluge begin, in earnest, for the days are old and the dagger tips are cold

Dead People

Talk to me when the night is alive, and the dead leave their cold, windy trail in the evening wrap, as black and shiny as the gun barrels whence they came.

A Kingly Revelation II

There is no split between darkness and light for they are two sides of the same coin.

Damned be those who do not understand, in the face of the dark light, revealing. Those who do not grasp the majestic revelation, are not worthy of salvation.  

A Kingly Revelation

As you reveal what is concealed, do not be distracted by how others react to the situation. 

For they are but commoners in the face of a King, awaiting the chance of being sacrificed for a higher purpose than their measly little lives. 

Endless

Whatever books you abide to, understand that it all leads to endless hatred and death. 

For pain is endless and abundant in this mundane plane. 

Always have and always will be. 

Recnim

I ponder upon the cold, dreamy void and it becomes clear to me

The meaning lies with the pondering soul on the other side

Wonderful View XXXVII

Can you melt the illusive mind, the intangible consciousness? Masturbate it free of all the enslavement tendencies that burdens it for eternity?

The Cold Kind Wind

There is nothing quite like the gentle breeze of the cold, kind wind. 

The kind that rustles through the alleys and buildings of a city engulfed in night. The kind that embraces and color up the skins of a prey into a beautiful, cold, marble-like, bluish hue…of death.  

A Flat Kinda Situation

Flat on the ground with not a single shred of hope to be found anywhere around….

Welcome to the next 365 meaningless moments, ladies and gentlemen and all others who like to pretend to be something else.

Let's ride the banality with the utmost hate and pride.