The Magick of Books

Master,

Why is it that the greatest ones

Also owned the greatest books?

Because, 

A book is both

A physical and spiritual entity. 

A Book is a System.

A Book is a Key.

A Book can be a god 

Or the likeness of God

IT - can compress and encode billions of billions of information originating in and out of the minds 

of men, angels,  demons and gods.

All at the fingertips of the reader.

The Universe

Is Information

Acting on Itself.

A Book can Contain such a Truth.

A Book

Has Potential to endow its inherent power onto whomever dares to 

open its pages and become aware if its content.

A Book

Has the power to destroy!

For once a mind gives custody to the information contained in a book, the act

Can't be undone!

With or without knowing it,

Books have shaped mankind.

A Book,

Can be a Window

Letting in light from outside the mind to come in.

Can be a Router,

And sometimes a Mirror!

Channeling the information coming towards it onto another direction.

A Book

Is a Probability Field

At once altering the minds of whomever encountered it,

As long as they got even just its name entangled with them.

All Books have bias!

And that's how they manage to sway the minds of men.

Some powerful enough to cause the envy of gods.

Some books even transcend time and space,

Sometimes even being capable of warping it.

However,

There are such books as

The Magician's Book.

Initially Void and Pure,

All information contained therein with equipotential-

Consider the Power of a Blank Page!

The magician,

Working with or against principles and entities,

Elements, memories, symbols and facts

Eventually, if they are worth their salt

Get to construct, in whatever system of their liking,

An Information Black Hole.

And Once, u have one or more such IBH

By the Book,

Step into the Circle

And assume your Divinity.

That's how powerful Books are.

Don't you ever forget what divine power dwells within any man;

One of the powers men posses of God-

To create, read, understand and apply the information in a symbol.

Now You

Understand this Book.

Go forth

And Seek the Great Work.

Satan, The Flame

It can offer protection
But also devour lives
It can cook food
But also torture saints
It can give light
But also produce the darkest smoke
It can offer warmth in the harshest winter
But also drain the life out of flesh
Arguably man's greatest discovery,
Also his best metaphor of what Satan Is

Children, learn to master the flame

Because all fire comes from God
And God offers both
That which nourishes,
And that which impoverishes.
God begot Satan, so we might use It.
With Care.

Don't Worship
Don't be a Slave
But learn to use the Flame.

The flame, is already Inside of You

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the dark, sinister concept art courtesy of concept-drawing-girl

Lamentations, of A Soul in Search of God

God, what can I possibly know about God?
Nothing! Absolutely nothing!
God, what can I possibly believe about God?
Anything! Absolutely anything!

In this current state...
What should inform my sense of direction?
Wisdom from reason?
Wisdom from faith?
Can I even trust intuition if I can't trust its source?
I, Who am I?

It's all Relative!
By Faith as By Reason
It's all Relative!
Futility at its Best!
What really motivated Christ, Buddha, Nietzsche and the others?

And so,
I currently fight everything and everyone!
The Church, The Government, The Faculty
Hell! Am even at war with The Devil!
Where is anything to hold onto but Chaos?
Necessary Rebellion leaves me labelled an obstinate hipster!

Oh, and after all that,
There's still our classic mystery - God!
Imagine if there wasn't anything for us to relate to...
Imagine if we were just absolute - at once united with all existence,
Devoid of any variation and uncertainty.
It would be a boring existence, right?
My mind can't even begin to contemplate absolute simplicity and homogeneity as
The absolute reality underlying all existence, can it?
Oh God! You should've been merciful in your design
That you gave curiosity and a yearning for more to this thing called man.
Maybe, assuming lesser roles is our blessing,
A gift for us to deal with only that which we can accommodate...
Maybe, being God isn't actually any fun,
Maybe that's the Absolute Hell so sought after by those on the Left?
What could be more Individualistic, more Egotistic, more Satanic than
Controlling all the affairs of the Cosmos, keeping all where they should be
Judging, Creating and Destroying, Blessing and Cursing as One Desires...
Maybe that's why attempting to be God is Suicidal and Dark!
Maybe we should all just be like Children, said Christ
Content with being lead and accepting fate as it falls into place-
Embracing uncertainty and chaos!
Sobbing and laughing at existence every once in a while.

Oh, but you planted in us a desire...
You modelled me after yourself...
And so, in mine current state, the yearning to experience it all
To once again be united with my real Self
To once again assume the role I was modelled upon
To once again be God!
That seed's still in me, because you modelled me after yourself!

God, you are not a sadist, are you?
Why evade me so much?
Why cause us so much hatred and conflict concerning you?
Oh, please God, take this burden off my mind
And make known to me your true essence.
If mine mind must be momentarily removed from this limiting vessel of matter,
So mote it be.

Ultimately,
I wish, I desire
To experience you
United with you-
For me to not just know and believe in you,
But to Be
The True, Absolute and Mysterious God!
To Be One with You.

In my current, limited and mortal state,
Am only this unaware, but hopeful part of God
And I see much reason to lament this life!

The Waepons

Soldier, know the war

Polish thy waepons,

Sharpen thy blades-

Fear & Love

Darkness & Light

Ignore all else.

The battlefield is new

But the war is now old

Reason shall only startle the enemy

Emotion will topple them flat!

Soldier, lose not your mind

For even though you might stand

A thousand wounds to thy chest

You might not stand a single lethal blow to thy mind!

Brace yourself thus

For this is a war in spirit...

Music, Art, Speech, Woman and Wine

Not Science,

Symbols, Symbols and Symbols

Not Philosophy,

Television, News, Literature, Politics and Culture

Not Genetics,

Doctrine, Ritual, Church and Faith

Emotion and Faith

Not Reason and Proof.


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deep art thanks to ODELAYed

Fringe Spirituality

Grow ever stronger,

Leveraging the power of His strength!

God be your armour

In this age of Darkness

As reason alone is bound to fail.

For, human foes we fight not

But arcane principalities

In power, rulers of this dark world.

The air we breathe, the water we drink all stained with war

For, in every direction, we faceth 

Spirits that reign in the heavens as on earth

Let not ignorance ensnare you

That you take for granted the truths of the book.

Let not flesh limit you

That you ignore what's occult to your senses

Let not your awareness clog with materialism.

Nurture your higher-self

Pray in Spirit, 

With your subconscious mind

In all space and time,

So you might stay ever feeding on the essence of God

And thus be ever clad in armour

On these fringes of spiritual existence.


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the divine art courtsey of masiani's classical genius

Seek the Mirror!

Beware of the Exorcist

And mostly, beware of the mirror!

The demon you see

Is the demon you are.

If you seek to be the world outside

If you seek to learn what's outside

Learn to look outside

Learn to look inside.

Them who seek to be

Must first master to see

And So, I look into the mirror,

And look into the world nearer-

Oh, now I know!

And that's what's really inside!

Yo Text Screams!

Hello!
I hope you saw my response below?
Has your problem been solved!
Thank You!
Damn!

Mastering The Flames

No, God's not something you play with

Without consequences that is.

I want to understand, unsure I can.

Imagine wanting to Master the Sun

One could definitely get burnt in the process

It happened to Parsons, It could happen to me

It could happen to You.

But, this is not a path for the faint of heart.

We are the kind walking at night where no man ought to

We are the kind whose blood turns black 

For lust of Truth

For the love of Absolute Power

For the Ultimate Exploration

For the lowering of The Veil 

To uncover Absolute Self Awareness

We are the Seekers of the Mysteries

We seek to awaken Divinity dormant inside.

Some get burnt in the process

But, there are those, who only sustain burns

On their certain path to Mastering The Flames.

Brethren, On We Seek,

As the True Will of God Is

Self Awareness.

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The powerful art is courtesy of davijc, 

who's depicting a porweful entity, the kind one would... Omulu.

EBOLA, LOLA!

We are doing enuf, right?

What the fuck happened?

Central Africa!

Yeah right! Just behind mine home!

Zinkisi, did we sin before thee?

Oh, and we can't trust the wards anymore!

No, neither the men with white skin

Who knows the sower of the cursed bean?

I avoid friends and won't even call the sick
"Brother, forget our blood pact please!"
"Kiss not thy wife"

What have you done to us!

I watched a mother abandon her own skull,

For the sake of her surviving brood

Thanks to this fantastically cruel disease,

Turning against us our own compassion, care, and love!

What will happen?

I might die, hell I'll die!

6 billion people infected, 

Nearly as many as the world’s most parasitic swarm.

Stay at home

Watch TV, that's what you've been raised to do.

Don't shake hands

It's okay, you can be mean all you want

You have no gods to pray to

So, of your cents, probably throw in two

And wait for someone else to go fix that mess too!

Damn, I will this curse rain on your land too!

People die,

Even laughing kills,

But this? Thousands of thousands

People who, like us, eat, drink, sleep, and feel joy and fear,

Love and anguish.

Deaths come suddenly and unexpectedly,

Not just solitarily, but along with the extinction of 

Families and the decimation of whole communities!

They are human, and We want to remain human?

We must, care. And grieve - for all humanity.

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Poem inspired by and partially based on the awesome essay by Stanford Professor of Law,  Hank Greely. 
Thanks Greely for casting light on this ghastly, but undercelebrated plague!

The most horrific and sick art is thanks to the genius mind of artist PriestofTerror 
who indeed knows the dark side of Ebola 
(piece apparently done with Pencil, acrylic and his own blood!)

Only Two!

Then there's life,
Where 3 things reign-
Sex, Spirituality and Power
And You, can only have two,
The other necessarily wanes.
Wisely pick your lane,
As a car can only occupy so much.


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inspired by the awesome psytrance composition-
"Spiritual Connection" by Source Code and Illegal Substances (preview below)

Mass on the Road

Once every week
I put the eyes on the road
Ears on the bass kick
Feet on the pedal
And the mind where imagination does speak.
These are the divine moments of a bike mystic.

Mine Death...

Death awaits me

A song of 9 sirens,

Dark but sweet scented flowers,

The fears of men passing by my grave,

And memories of my agonies

Tormenting those that walk-by at night.

Death sings to me

A song that's thick like a butcher's floor

Veins pulsate with remorse

At the turbulence of oncoming descent

As the bowels of hades embrace my worn-out flesh.

Death has blessed me

No more do I concern myself with capitalism

Nor do I share what's a mere illusion

Death's given me a certainty worth a billion theorems

And not faith nor reason can elicit awareness of

A mystery so sublime, that all the pursuits of 

A billion souls on that rock I used to call home

Can only relate like a speck of existence on the Van Allen Belt.

Death's taught me

Oh, how insipid the pains of life be

In the shadow of death's sweet and everlasting embrace!

They ridicule, some celebrate and others dare not contemplate

But to every man and child, a headline awaits-

Twas just today, and twas still Murder by Death.

Death,

Please stay ever close,

So in mine waking fading, I might ever see past this veil.

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well, life's too good to die now

but death's the most followed celebrity ever

and who am i not to like?

genius art concept by MindTuber

Child

Child,

It's All

Relative.
But,
Even Futility
Has
Utility.


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if i should ever have to teach my child just one lesson
this should be it.

Earth!

Earth, 

aka the World, 

aka Terra, 

aka Gaia!

Earth,

the Sun's blue-eyed third born,

the densest of 9 children

all her other siblings possibly zombified,

the only one still accommodating life,

and the most obese of the 4 possessive ones!

Earth,

current home of the 'man',

a virile viral & villainous ape sub-specie

annihilating all her vigor and vivacity with unceasing voracity!

Earth,

that under-celebrated, ever present wonder

we can merely talk of

though rarely walk under.

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thanks to  oh-pear for the awesome art concept! Amazing expression...

Rule 65

In older times

Engineers had hands-on experience,

Technicians understood how the electronics worked

And what it was supposed to do,

And layout technicians knew too-

But today,

Only the computer knows for sure

And it's not talking.

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this awesome little poem is actually quoted verbatim

 from the admirable NASA's list of 100 rules for its project managers (one edition here)

the aweome circuit is definitely courtsey of GhettoMole

In The Desert

I dream of that place

No distraction in sight, no face!

I dream of getting lost

To myself and to you, the world.

I dream of walking and thinking, talking and crying

I dream of roaming under stars,

Calling on GOD, being called by gods.

I dream of 9 days and 9 nights

Of looking where there's nothing to see

Of listening where it's silent than death

Of holding what merely slips away

Of never ending horizons!

I dream of walking barefoot

Of transcending matter and these pathetic ways

Of beholding vanity in its majesty

Of finally understanding who I AM

Of reuniting with who I AM

I dream of seeking TRUTH in some desert,

Some day!

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the magnificent scene courtesy of andymumford

Language & The Age

The maids inside of my head won't cease to chatter

They talk about the way I panicked this morning

They talk about the rain not arriving yet

They talk about the shows on cable

They talk about the web

They talk not about me

They talk not about my people

They talk not about the historical debt

They talk not about the fading culture

They talk about an upgrade and the battery warning

Da maids nsyd o mine head wn't taste tru FREEdm

Until they start to take in the world via different words

Until a free tongue they foster and master.

Little, Wet Truths

It paces, does melt the heart

That the clock's been winding ever since

But those ripples of bliss

Still sweep through my spine

Every time I ponder the natural perfection of her art

On the night I dared to depart

From bondages of a love still at heart

And explore just how feelings can fall apart.

High BPM!

Life just feels divine,

When I'm jumping high

To a 145 BPM

At highly pulsating decibels!

With those uplifting lasers piercing my aura

And every neuron inside of me raving HARD!

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Seriously speaking, am not sure who the original author of the art was, but what that was,

it just is for me one true depiction of a neuron in a raver's brain.

The Lilith Curse

And so, I summoned the gods for a Lilith moment

Twas that cold night - with flesh on mine arm

Erect like frozen nails in a lonely and a strange land.

 Indeed and in deed

The deities honored my need

A placid hand morphing into bare bone

As I contemplated the truth of what my eyes could read

Oh, and I dared not bargain

With one who could make a heart bleed.

 I led my soul down the hall,

Occasionally scourged by the spectre of deliberate impotence!

My orbs guarded the gates,

As all my elixir stealthily vaporized behinds those walls.

 I can swear - an honest thief

Never looks back at you

In the middle of such a heist - 

I was empty and tired. 

 A fortune paid, a verdict read

What really boils in the heart of a villain?

Remorse? Honor?

Well, looking into her eyes, I definitely saw both...

 The sun possibly turns black

Love possibly goes dark

But corrupting an angel's love brings bad luck

And a Lilith kissed, brings the curse 

Of lust that can't last. 

Mythical Cake

Right! You can definitely see it steam,
Hell no! You can even smell it if you like
Oh my! I used to taste one every Sunday
But if it's born a mythical cake? It definitely stays one.

We bake them in the head, we serve them
To those we'd love to behead.
"No, child don't believe that!"
Whatever happened to Saint Machiavelli?
"No, only money rules child"
It's a myth!

It's a pragmatic thing child
Myth has potency and utility
It's a myth!

Cakes with nine inch nails in them,
Cakes with bleeding rocks on them,
Cakes delivered by white bearded men on sleighs,
Cakes baked in cyclotrons with the unforgiving heat of
A Million PHDs
It's all a myth.

But it works!
Miracles happen child-
And it's all a myth!

Here's the ultimate myth child,
It doesn't matter which hill the stone rolls down;
If you can bake a cake so real it has taste to the ashy
Buds of reason, you'll have it as heavy as ballast in your hands, 

And only the calcified vaults of law would ever know how 

Many you'll bleed at your altar.

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Thanks to En-GeL for the perfect art concept and message!

Arcana

The music that lifts my soul
Melts the chains of reason about me
And delivers me, wet with desire
At the solid gates of the Self.

The Afterlife

If this
were
The afterlife,
I'd commit suicide indefinitely.

BIG DATA!

Numbers are like words
Sterile, void and cold
Until you bring 1 to bed.

Blindness fades with the difference, as
An inference gets moulded out of ours gray manifolds thus;
An illusion condenses and is felt and wet
Like the sweat dripping down my face,
Yet in the moment we assign a figure to it, we drop the egg
Though we may feed eternally on the reference.

DATA!
If it's Grossly FAT, it possibly embraces beauty, right?
Oh, and it possibly is palpable too...
"Serve me FAT, intellects and peas for starters."
"I'll definitely need a coffee and a million sugars to make it real."

Written across the doors of The New Temple:
The More You Can See
The Closer To GOD You SHALL Be
LARGE NUMBERS
Are The Way, The Truth and The Life!






You see, the difference is this-
For a finite mind, the ability to say something about 

The Infinite, makes all the difference.

All is Number, said the lean Ionian

And here's an Irish razor to cut it nicely and righteously...

To Know And Not Know, 

is The Divine Way To Know

call me back when you know...

The number of the sand, and the measures of the sea
Thus replied the bayesian high priest, is a probability!
Measure is not wanting to the ocean, nor number to the sand,
And thus, shall we probably surpass the wisdom of the ancients?


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awesome art concept by bladesilver

The Pitch

Mesmer talked, and affected;
He enters a room, whether alone with a man or
amidst a mob,
Mesmer chanted and acted in a certain way without
Talking less to the ear, such a tongue that could dazzle anyone's spleenora!

"You are here to sell water to the well?"
Because, the well that lives never has a thirst quenched,
And thus, I get into a state of flow again.

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selling is a divine art... 
just like this divine owl by pnkfdarts

WwwHeN HN is down!

What the HeN!
C-r C-r S-C-r-eam WTF!
Thought 2012 was done! Unbelievable.

"Unplug!"
    Do you hear yourself? See, that's
What it amounts to - for the pathetic spider
In search of a web it's not helping spin.

Despite our decaying memory, we've cached
options though;
   https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
   http://c.xkcd.com/random/comic
And we can get all emotional and wreck a tantrum with
   http://www.deviantart.com/random
And thus, we forget Saint Graham
As we bask in the alternate glories of our time!


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awesome art-concept by MateuszKawka

Startup

It's not just the code causing much gnashing of teeth,
Friendships do get traded, nature corrupted
And recurring headaches every dinner, and a good
WTFs served over handshakes.

I been walkin man,
It's the hustle they say-
Get rich or die tryin?
Man, fuck that 50 crap!
Tradin thoughtforms ain't no easy trip.

Lawyers, investors, co-founders
They share the same womb anyways-
Their hearts beat to the rhythm of green paper,
And your gray matter better be palatable!

Users, scribes, haters and passersby,
Basically you eat humans for a living too
But on a different savannah though-
The startup turns you into a mean Capital C Canibal.

I'm gonna get this mural out of my skull this one night
I'm gonna move fast and stealthily across this entire land
Am gonna breath all my hunger into this beast
And I'll sit back and watch as an egregore roams the web
Devouring all my foes, and washing down all my woes
It's that time again-
Time to start up once more,
If it's no more a dream, it's morphed into a lucid form
Time to stand up, keyboard in hand, and go own life's cockpit.


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awesome art concept by OlgaKalinovskaya

Miracle

It's hard to admit the potency of magick
Very Often

Until a pure miracle drops dead at ones doorstep.

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Today, I got what I should admit was a plain miracle, 
and the words of a sage echoed in my mind - "acknowledge the power of magick, when it works for you".

the miracle of art by aimeelikestotakepics

In a Mirror

There's this thing about words

No, not just any words but

Poetry.

In a flash, like paying with cash

The form, shock and walk of life

Are portrayed with precision like incriminating geometry

And if err the style be, still emotion's passed with utmost symettry

To he who chooses to dwell in the shadows of a poetry.

Video seldom says it all, get me a photo till fall

Like a painter's caressing of the canvas-

Which speaks with subtleness of the seductiveness of his nude,

Poetry says in a way

What the story leaves out of the way.

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nu-raphael study by Andantonius

6 hours to God

18:11, a bird flies gracefully before me

As Victoria sings a turbulent water song,

Crushing off those stale worries from earlier today.

There's a cool air blowing all about me

And I can't blame myself for wanting to feel 

Every second, every last hour of my 27th year alive.

The words creep from my mind cautiously-

I consider myself in that boat closer to the horizon

Whose pilgrimage across the vast depths

Begs my celebration, but the lone fisher upon it

Dares not accommodate thoughts of rapture, 

Because a journey halfway, is a best friend to to the sadist biography.

Growing pains and regrets of wisdom gains abound-

The many excuses I can no longer post, or the nasty wishes I can't discuss,

Replaced by suppressed desires of youthful fires unspent

And a soul grown in age, but still young at heart.

The sun should not set on a dream though;

I've lived a full and undefiled vanity thus far.

And if I could attempt to count the drops of happiness,

That have kept my appetite for life wet thus far,

The lake before me might be a contending start, but probably

not sufficient in the matter of the many naughts required.

KRS-ONE

Knowledge Reigns Supreme
Over Nearly Everyone
~

GOD

Cosmic Remedy!

I've not heard the punchline yet
So I move forward, in circles nevertheless
Persisting in my conviction of a purpose
Which might slip past our unfeeling deity,
Who it's said is ever at rest!

Ritual

They don't blaspheme-
Seeking to effect without cause?
Lol No! The maggot, feasting on decay, needs will and energy-
It's the Great Design.

The otherwise distant, is made nigh
The uncertain is elaborately cloaked
And an illusion projected, does manifest!

It's that inner, interminable yet bounded energy
Pouring forth into lodes exposed by treading upon that unbeaten road,
By will trained and shaped as by the dead B.F Skinner
That moulds mere potential, into the acts of gods.
Behold! There's this energy, which only ritual
Knows how to bring forth.


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I can't help but acknowledge the impact ritual can have [on me], sometimes, it's a disconcerting state of uncertainty, 
other times, the answer is too heavy to bear!

amazing concept art by the amazing Shairin

Upon a Rock

I walked behind them, 
     Wanting to
            Tap into
                A bit of what wisdom they carried with them.

Strangers in my motherland,
Looking at
     Every Rock,
     Every exposed Earth!
Well, through their strange metallic EyEs, razor
Sharp precision exuding from behind them.

Then I was either illumined or totally dumbed when
One of the younger ones, trained the attention of his peers upon
One particular
     Facet
Of an elaborately weathered rock up 
On a hill, directly before us.

In a voice CloakeD in LEAD-heavy certainty, he spoke thus:
     The Africans,
     Wanted information
     To remain free!
I never slept again.

seers to come

They, diviners of tomorrow

They who shall oversee the singularities

  Having cataloged every cat, alive 

  With galeanthropic algorithms and bald-headed

  Doctors playing ailuromancy in hexadecimal

They who shall live in the spiritual realm-

Of abstract thought and statistical parapraxis

  At once seeing the big picture, while the plebs

  Dwell on particulars and screaming infographics

  Them, engineers of the new alchemy.

Who shall doctor elixirs of life, make miracles of nature, 

Own laws, transcribing will into encoded sigils-

  Great Works manifested via post-silicon gates.

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Numbers have been here before, and they shall be with us till our fall.

You make the statistic, or become a part of someone else's.

Amazing conceptual art by lien.

A decaying whisper

There are omens we wish to control
Others we only pray to
And then some, like this one
That we can only dare contemplate in such
accidents of ink and paper.

a later hour

He never anticipates it, not
openly - that would compromise his true will.
On a day worked harder than most,
he calmly awaits, as a cold
web unwraps a benign voyeurism at that unkind hour-
the hand drops, the spirit rises.

rock

innocence

rebellion

teenage

wishing

school

noise

naive

ego

sex

aged

pride

streets

willing

identity

embrace

parenting

The Principles of Speed

When a living man speeds up
He tends to death.

When a dead man speeds up
He tends to life.

A mountain at rest
Tends to god.

Of Travels & Fading Gold

Anticipation bears travel

Such wisdom I've learnt,

while counting and smiling at each new passing sight.

As with any dead journey long buried with my hair

I'd count every tree, celebrate each new sign.

I'd slip off and dose, or hit a thing with my nose

And I'd finally let go, as mine eyes started to float.

"Deluded as a bird whose prey can not fly,

Surely much you've now lost by not climbing that trunk!"

I've stuffed my black pillow with the words of a gone hunter,

And every night before drifting, hear that "gold is in going".

I hate eternal slopes, and the fading of hope!

With many an aging climax, lurking behind each new crest.

Debilitating, exacting and expecting a sore brow

Are the ticking and turning as I slowly tread home.

When it's stories of fruit not the fruit that I hold

Conveying mine belly for a pregnancy unsought

It's more heavy, more sweat and very often no talk

When after journeying and reaping you carry home your own load.

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the amazing visual moment captured by SubterfugeMalaises

The Dark Pinelence

Pines, pines, and there were more pines!

Them capitalist hoes, scraping life omg!

Tall pines, scattered pines, them suffocating pines

Every once in mine blink I see a forest that's not one!

Such strange auditory walks experienced by mine ears-

It must be purely suicidal, for a forest to be that silent;

No birds, no pests, all diversity is at rest!

Woe to these enslaved bushes and unfortunate shrubs

To dwell beneath them towering, cursed arms of these pines!

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While travelling across the country, to and from Masindi, I have noticed how growing pine trees (instead of fruit trees or crops) has become more widespread - possibly due to capitalist tendencies & short-sightedness indoctrinated into the locals. It's sad.

Your motivations for growing pine trees might vary, but here's one quote concerning pines:

Needle-bearing trees tend to contribute to a more acidic pH in the garden, which means that you may struggle to grow a lot of flowers, fruits, and vegetables near the tree. When you plant a pine tree, it is important to remember that pine trees can reduce the growth of nearby plants. Pine trees create toxins that prevent other plants from growing. Pine trees contribute acids, quercetin, and tannins to the soil, and these toxins stop other plants from growing under the tree. Acidic soil conditions can be improved using lime. 

So beware!

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