Masters

Whatever I swing the athamay for it is not for any masters unless it is for their destruction and exploitation for my own, mastery….

I don’t follow, I don’t bend, I am untamed and ceaseless.

Forever prowling.

Caution

When one sees another hurtling mindlessly towards a head on collision with reality, what should one do?

Advise the other of the apparent danger ahead, or sit back and enjoy the calamity as it unravels?

One would be wise to give a cautious ‘beware’ to entice the other into disregarding the advise, and then sit back to enjoy the calamity that unravels.

So.

Yep. Go on. Keep at it…never mind the critics 

Wonderful View XXXV

Control is the name of the game for our nightly regime to remain entrenched and forever ruling.

Primal

Stand in the freezing steppe wind, the silky night fur, the damp air full of howls 

Mark our primal bygone days, our glorious return to atavistic roots

Lost in the Moment IV

180 on the pitch black highway.  

I am the shadow meteor, the ghostly bullet screaming for target.

Taunt me, and I shall come running to thee….

Born

Everything breathes and everything dies. 

Perhaps we are all coffin fodders, born to rot and fertilize the earth with decay.

Lost in the Moment III

It was 11:11. 

There was no sound. No wind. No whispers.

The night was as silent as the moss on the stone altar. 

And we were lost in the Magick. Pure and untamed 

Little shooting stars, lost in the galaxy.  

To Those Who Beckons

Thou that continued to lure and tease me to this vortex, I acknowledge thee in thine pure and untamed energy, although one shall stay on the precipice and venture no further….

For one doth knows that to do the deed is to forsake undoing the reciprocal need

…and there shall never be a need more desperate, more demanding, than that of thee….

Mask

“Virtue has a veil, Vice a mask”

Good Tales

I am just a sucker for good tales. Camp fire stories that grips one mind and fantasy as tight as a gallows’ nose. 

Once in a full moon ago, such a gripping story actually manifested itself into a beautiful nocturnal hunt, full of twisting run and otherworldly critters.

All hail the great story tellers. The magician of the unseen aether.

Tweaking II

How does it feel to always be excluded from the current, the ongoing? 

Does it help to intensify the groundswell of misanthropy that one has over the years?

Is it effective in alienating the one from his or her other personalities?

Would there be enough of a psychological split to mould an effective operator for the order of the dark light and the atavistic revelations, to manifest itself in this realm?

So many questions, so little time to answer..

Tweaking III

Tweaking

....."It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.".....

Blue

Don’t fall, my love. 

Just drown, in the graceful blue, that is you. 

Ripe City

The city was ripe for change and cleansing. One knows these things from experience. 

It is the smell of blood in the rain. A grand entrance to the city’s purge

Behold II

For a fourth night one thought it will all be over, but it didn’t, and the four horsemen ride on….

Shemamforash

Behold

Oh, what beauty do those eyes behold, in between the shadows and the lights, the gripping cold?

Return

“We shall return”, is all I can remember of that fateful night under the shadow of the tree and the morning star. A momentous night where one’s preconceptions are deconstructed forever by the presence of the real, true one.

Beauty

Would beauty exist without the flesh, a drinking buddy once asked and hence stirred a life-long interest in the subject.

I honestly don’t know if it does depend on the flesh. Come to think of it, taxidermy would not be so intriguing if beauty lies independent of the flesh, wouldn’t it?

It is always beautiful when it bleeds, though.

Orthodox

The true orthodox will not budge from the path of dark light, even if it hides in the shadowy corners of the cold, damp walls 

The orthodox shall prevail, ascending to the very warmth of the darkness and its embrace

Abra - Had - Kadum - Dabra