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Blasphemous Bazaar


META-Poems For A New Millennium

<br>META-Poems For A New Millennium<br><br>

The Flagship of Anti-Poetry — est. 2010





Showing posts with label Thelema. Show all posts
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Thirsty Thyrsus

Thirsty Thyrsus



Hey ἙPMH∑ [Hermes]!

Drop the caduceus

Pick up brother Bacchus

Bartender please beer us

It's time to get raucous

Err day 365 we invite:

ABPAΞA∑ [Abraxas]

&

MEIΘPA∑ [Mithras]

Comboozelated cathexis

From dawn 'til the sun sets

Rocking riffs off rad axes

None on par with our tactics

Death is sure as are taxes

Drain thy goblet and flex thus:

Assemble attention at solar plexus

Dionysian Will, to Apollonian Nexus!


Hear It Read Aloud by the Author:

Gnosis Through Osmosis

Gnosis Through Osmosis


The keys of the kingdom are given unto YOU
Who listen and read, then think these thoughts through...

It may sound quite clunky/data dumpy/name droppy
But those that follow the flow will soon be deep in-the-know.

Not talking about this little puzzle piece, since it's merely a signpost.
Seek and ye shall find reason within rhyme, written by a ghost.

It's also essential selfless style gets recognized as referential.
From there we can move onto matters a lot more existential.

Whether in Codex, Tantra, or contemporary Tome — Lunacy is the point always driven home.
Terrestrial life is terribly sublunar; let's accelerate our pace and ascend even sooner!


Over-Rhyme:

Out here sailing on his schooner.
Singing softly (olden crooner).
Perfect pitch — who needs a tuner?
Without mistake | adept harpooner.
Higher than any hot-air ballooner.
Living lovingly like a honeymooner... ☾

Enter Dark Templar

Enter Dark Templar


Abandon cult of cac

It's just another cul-de-sac

Pass on through the temple of fear

Do you hear that? Dystopia draws near!

A thousand leagues full of discord awaits

Only lovers left living; haters suffer sad fates.

Dust off your link to the lightness aloft

Recover from this darkness what's lost

The next revolution is about to begin

Solely united can we common folk win ...

Major Arcana: The High Priest / Pope.

Power Clown

WARNING: This piece is a poetic play-by-play of Warner Bros. Joker and contains SPOILERS.

"In such a [carnivalesque] system the king is the clown. He is elected by all the people and is mocked by all the people. He is abused a beaten when the time of his reign is over, just as the carnival dummy of winter or of the dying year is mocked, beaten, torn to pieces, burned or drowned. They are 'gay monsters'. The clown was first disguised as a king, but once his reign ended his costume was changed, 'travestied', to turn once more into a clown. The abuse and thrashing are equivalent to a change of costume, to a metamorphosis. Abuse reveals the other, true face of the abused, it tears off his disguise and mask. It is the king's uncrowning.

Abuse is death, it is former youth transformed into old age, the living body turned into a corpse. It is the 'mirror of comedy' reflecting that which must die a historic death. But in this system death is followed by regeneration, by the new year, new youth, a new spring. Therefore, abuse is followed by praise; they are two aspects of one world, each with its own body." ~ Mikhail Bakhtin



Power Clown


Crying clown
Here comes another
Beat down

Broken and devastated
The norm is torn apart—

Today, smother your mother
Tomorrow, eat the rich
Then each other.

Upturned frown
Here comes the
Power Clown

Reborn an Archon of anarchy

Chaos reigns his dark carnival

The Fool is a King dressed in jest
Amid revolutionary protest!

Yet this would seem a ploy for Slavoj Žižek to foil

Or could our court Jester be a Lord from an outer reach of southwester?
Further Readings:




In Defiance of Damnation

In Defiance of Damnation


Been going through seven lean years 

But have yet to taste platter of plenty...

There's no oasis to give one refuge nor any respite in sight.

A stoic eagle knight, caught up amid 'Las Noches' (endless night).

Faceless might as well be voiceless; unseen and unheard.

Ghosted by all nations for taking sides with L'absurde.

May you hark now witchy women—about to break dry spell

Got a flame that flares skyward from the deepest bowel of hell!


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Hidden in plain sight comes this Magick operation.


Already retread paths from first to final station.


Pregnant pause ~ prolonged gestation.


Chrysalis cracks / during the Monarch's maturation.


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Tighten up the Island of The Tonal.

Titans sup on souls subzonal.

"Omne vas quod fictum est contra ego non dirigetur"

ॐ त्र्यं॑बकं यजामहे सु॒गन्धिं॑ पुष्टि॒वर्ध॑नम् ।
उ॒र्वा॒रु॒कमि॑व॒ बन्ध॑नान् मृ॒त्योर् मुक्षीय॒ माऽमृता॑त्


Image: Butterfly Triptych, from pupa to imago (colorized).

Keep It Occult

Occult (adj):
1. of or relating to magic, astrology, or any system claiming use or knowledge of secret or supernatural powers or agencies.
2. beyond the range of ordinary knowledge or understanding; mysterious.
3. secret; disclosed or communicated only to the initiated.
4. hidden from view.
5. not apparent on mere inspection but discoverable by experimentation.
of a nature not understood, as physical qualities or dealing with such qualities; experimental: occult science.



Keep It Occult


'twas first hidden for good reason:
the crude can ne'er comprehend
since they're too mean to achieve a higher end.

Secret societies and mystery schools
came about to escape persecution
from dogmatic decrees dealing execution.

—NOT FOR SALE—
Store-bought crystals won't provide insight;
they've been tainted by greed of neopagan parasite.

The religion of too many isn't worth a pretty penny.
Spirituality is a private affair with infinity
(don't dilute Deus with terrene toxicity).

Theurgy predates institutional clergy
millennia before any written memory.
Whittle away false ceremony like emery.

Let's take it back down underground.
Yes 'twas lost but now 'tis _____.
Hear here, comes high time to expound...

≋ Exclusivity ≈ be our righteous proclivity ~




Images: Angelic & Human Sigils.

Gematria

noun [guh-mey-tree-uh]: 
  • a cabbalistic system of interpretation of the Scriptures by substituting for a particular word another word whose letters give the same numerical sum.


Gematria


Hard as one may try
The letters and numbers
Cannot always match up.

Even friends mark mistakes
Expecting perfection itself —
Yet lacunae are left to fill.

They'll forget your prose
But recall rhyming cons;
Experimental camera obscured!

There's a broad disconnect
Between what's meant
And what's mentioned.

Much as one may like
Misinterpreted intention
Precludes them catching up ...


Translations:

 i. Numerology and prosody may mix, but isn't it nice to wing it once in a while?

ii. Everybody's a critic. Since we can't please most readers to begin with, why worry?

iii. In general, people fixate on a single facet of any artist's career. Many have neither the time nor mental capacity to slog through some no-name's portfolio!

iv. Self-explanatory (don't play dumb now).

v. There will forever be delays in communication between messenger and recipient. This distance distinguishes an erudite forward scout from a tongue-tied rearguard ...


Image: Master Mandala of Solomon, The King.

Pantheism 101

For further info on this topic, please refer to: 



Pantheism 101


It's not that we believe in everything
Nor consider nature to be God.
Rather, we see the value of each belief system
In relation to its respective believer.
As for the universe; what more sacred Reality?
Isn't matter itself animated as if by Spiritus?
Our credence or lack thereof hardly matters.
Philosophers are stuck in semantics.
Poets are ever up to perverse antics.
Scientists inch closer to confirming
That which ancient seers were affirming.
Overthink at your own risk.
This lesson is over, and yes, its pace was brisk!

Image: Pan by John Coulthart.

On The Warpath

On The Warpath


We will consecrate this act of war
With the flesh of gods and
Ambrosia; Nectar of Immortality!

Another eclipse approaches —
A brutal battle encroaches...

The enemy hears our tenebrific chant:
Mortis Invictus
Terror Forever!

Vicious, vile, Ars vindictive
Yes such power is addictive
It lays waste to the edifice
Of orderly artifice 
(In every way unpredicted)

Chaotic convulsions carry on
Death doth rattle
Open maw; give us MORE!

Grimace foul ghoul
Facing abject defeat

May you learn before parting
With whom not to compete.
Pigs pale | next to princely elite

But beware the court Fool
Because sometimes suddenly
A hidden king is revealed
Then any shield shall yield
To that psychic sword he will wield

All foes fear his fierce horrific rant:
Mortis Invictus
Tyrant Forever!

Minor Arcana | King of Swords

The Inexorable Laws of Jinx (Introduction)

Introduction to General Jinx-ology


Here by leave of the most supernal ones ever to exist are laid forth—for the benefit of unfortunate mortals—these Inexorable Laws of Jinx...

Who Now?

Jinx is a Chancer unlike any before or since non-time stopped. Hailing from the highest order of Archetypal Beings whose purpose in the Multiverse transcends even that of angels, demons, and gods.

You see, some basic parameters pertaining to holographic reality are sung in tones too loud for human ears to hear, and shewn in light beyond bright for biological blinkers to behold. Thus Jinx is in charge of Fate and its ironic implications

[since of course the fortune of any single individual within the greater whole differs greatly from every other entity].

Indeed — such heavy responsibility forces clever Jinx to improvise in order to remain lighthearted.

Hence do all tricksters without exception draw their lineage (whether directly or indirectly) to Major High Jinx. Yet there are none other so seminal as that utterly irreverent double-dealer!

Say What?

The superstitious whisper their beliefs about Major High Jinx without actually understanding its dynamic mechanics. Therefore their assumptions amount to naught but foolish gimmicks. Let us set the record straight then:

Jinx is neither good luck nor bad luck. It's rather neutral luck but may serve any incarnate being if they can suss out how to surf upon swells of sheer improbability.

Jinx isn't altogether male nor female but either or, as suits any momentary purpose. Genderless Jinx runs throughout spacetime weaving both particles and waves when observed by someone sentient. By the same token, Jinx is & are interchangeably plural plus singular.

Jinx be neither here nor there — atemporal quasi-space is their conduit. Being nowhere in particular grants Jinx omnipresence among temporal affairs.

Their masks are myriad in appearance; multifarious in finite form. Many host Jinx without even knowing it; an apparent blight — a disguised blessing!

Come Again?

Jinx could also be referred to as The Devil's Luck and can be tapped into by a Thaumaturge irregardless of sex. In other words, those skilled with sympathetic Magick (of whatever shade). But beware, court jesters and mages are closely related. The Fool is player as well as played. However, the Grand Game must never be named!

Synchronicity, the uncanny, and stark irony are all side-effects of Jinx in action. Their endless variety constitutes the selfsame spice of life (Varietas Delectat). Jinx stacks random odds in favor of, or against whomsoever lives according to their own Consciousness x Karma combined (more about this equation later on). First though, oblations are in order. Pay thy respects before proceeding:

Hail High Jinx in all their permutations upon these ephemeral material spheres!

Hallowed be High Jinx among we mere mortals who wish for fortuitous changes!

May High Jinx forestall the untimely collapse of our unique universe!

A B R A H A D A B R A

Ass Appeal

Ass Appeal

 

Lust and libido lock down logic
Perversions preeminently pedagogic

"Dat ass" runs crowd control
Doubly dynamic and droll

Booty bounce vexes both sexes
Making some more ambidextrous

Naughty Illuminati hottie
Exploits blind minds with tight body

Rear end rhapsody
Defying gravity through depravity

At either end of the spectrum
Society has its head up a rectum


Addendum:

Scarlet woman; whore of Babylon?
(Too much ado about butts)
Religious prudes ramble on
The rest say: "Hooray For Sluts!"


Image: Major Arcana "Lust" (a.k.a. Strength) from The Thoth Tarot.

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