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Action Park · 01-27-2008, 10:10 PM

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Ah yes, the allure of the obscure title. What hath thou in store for us this mellow evening, Action? A poem of sorts my dear comrades of tst, a poem of sorts. Nay, not some roses are red violets are blue pish, mind, but one that echoes my recent magickal working of scrying the thirty aethyrs of the Enochian system(with a return to ASP, the 21st aethyr on 1/24 as directed by a feminine presence, thus making 31 by 30+1, the marriage of Lamed and Aleph). I must note, therefore, that it may seem unduly alien to those without some academic as well as intimate knowledge of the occult arts. However, it would be rather arrogant of me to preclude this item from the forum on the grounds of assumed ignorance and disinterest. I must also note that it wont take long for one to notice the necessity to read it dynamically. In other words, to read properly, one must discover the changes in attitude, pace, and fervor to fully uncover the inner voices. Regardless, tally ho, here go:

Child of the apostrophe
Incommode, a rotten seed
Blood now the mirror, insanity
Mirage of desire on the Juno sea

Burn the teachers, bury the ash
Follow the leech girl and do'nt look back
Flame of the river, the canoe's larghetto
Shame the mama dreams the meadow
Upturn the bell for the silent cup,
but bloodless it cries.... the echoes struck

Shake!
Delicate deadfall

Remember your snakeskin fleece
For all the Nu travesties
Behold all the baby sees
Broken of the chains your mind pees
For winners of X, swastikas Ra Hoor breeds
Holy graal axis, time's tragedy

Who is the mason of your inner dreams?
God of redemption or the virgin's bees?
Dove of the desert, snake of the trees?
Crosses gaze into apostrophes.

Who is the hubby of the lunar mother?
Judge of the feather and the free endevor,
or scarface?
Builders of the castle need an island to groove on
Time for pray of the hawk now,
sheild me.

The magus flies, bull reception
Crash and die,the ash is a weapon
And sheild your eyes, angel of redemption
Dawning sky, my soul intention
I of whore..... sleeping

Love not reason, knot a distance
Broken chains bleed different seasons
There is no God
Distance no more

Ca'nt see through this dewey window.
No ease for the holy purpose.
Unfold lust, the forbidden flower.
Point of intent yoni will find.
Wary for the Taro fissure.
Eternal vine climbed and divine,
a whirlpool of sorts to shadow the eye.
Shatter the I.

Mission, the mission's here
Fissure, the mission's clear
Drink it, shed no tear
Spore secrets, death appeal
Nu seasons, no blood's in fear
Black baby, now you hear.

The center forevery sphere

93 93/93

DropTopChevy · 01-27-2008, 10:15 PM

Whats up with 93?

foss · 01-27-2008, 10:22 PM

i don't know half those words.

ozthunder · 01-27-2008, 10:23 PM

Explanation?

DropTopChevy · 01-27-2008, 10:24 PM

In engrish pwease.

I no speak of the queen's english no longer.

ozthunder · 01-27-2008, 10:30 PM

I'm on my second glass of scotch, it'll make sense in about 11 minutes.

DropTopChevy · 01-27-2008, 10:31 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by ozthunder

I'm on my second glass of scotch, it'll make sense in about 11 minutes.

Um share?

ozthunder · 01-27-2008, 10:34 PM

lol, cmon down.

01-27-2008, 10:10 PM	#1
Action Park Tri-State Addict Join Date: Oct 2006 Location: The Fugue Member #2802 My Ride: bug and a rabbit iTrader: (0)	Sfaira Drasis 93 Ah yes, the allure of the obscure title. What hath thou in store for us this mellow evening, Action? A poem of sorts my dear comrades of tst, a poem of sorts. Nay, not some roses are red violets are blue pish, mind, but one that echoes my recent magickal working of scrying the thirty aethyrs of the Enochian system(with a return to ASP, the 21st aethyr on 1/24 as directed by a feminine presence, thus making 31 by 30+1, the marriage of Lamed and Aleph). I must note, therefore, that it may seem unduly alien to those without some academic as well as intimate knowledge of the occult arts. However, it would be rather arrogant of me to preclude this item from the forum on the grounds of assumed ignorance and disinterest. I must also note that it wont take long for one to notice the necessity to read it dynamically. In other words, to read properly, one must discover the changes in attitude, pace, and fervor to fully uncover the inner voices. Regardless, tally ho, here go: Child of the apostrophe Incommode, a rotten seed Blood now the mirror, insanity Mirage of desire on the Juno sea Burn the teachers, bury the ash Follow the leech girl and do'nt look back Flame of the river, the canoe's larghetto Shame the mama dreams the meadow Upturn the bell for the silent cup, but bloodless it cries.... the echoes struck Shake! Delicate deadfall Remember your snakeskin fleece For all the Nu travesties Behold all the baby sees Broken of the chains your mind pees For winners of X, swastikas Ra Hoor breeds Holy graal axis, time's tragedy Who is the mason of your inner dreams? God of redemption or the virgin's bees? Dove of the desert, snake of the trees? Crosses gaze into apostrophes. Who is the hubby of the lunar mother? Judge of the feather and the free endevor, or scarface? Builders of the castle need an island to groove on Time for pray of the hawk now, sheild me. The magus flies, bull reception Crash and die,the ash is a weapon And sheild your eyes, angel of redemption Dawning sky, my soul intention I of whore..... sleeping Love not reason, knot a distance Broken chains bleed different seasons There is no God Distance no more Ca'nt see through this dewey window. No ease for the holy purpose. Unfold lust, the forbidden flower. Point of intent yoni will find. Wary for the Taro fissure. Eternal vine climbed and divine, a whirlpool of sorts to shadow the eye. Shatter the I. Mission, the mission's here Fissure, the mission's clear Drink it, shed no tear Spore secrets, death appeal Nu seasons, no blood's in fear Black baby, now you hear. The center forevery sphere 93 93/93

01-27-2008, 10:15 PM	#2
DropTopChevy Tri-State Post Whore Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: In a big house Member #242 My Ride: 2002 2.8 30V V6 iTrader: (6)	Whats up with 93? __________________ The great thing about being an architect is that you can walk into your dreams. - Harold E. Wagoner, 1986

01-27-2008, 10:23 PM	#4
ozthunder Tri-State Post Whore Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: In a modular on campus Member #2994 My Ride: 2006 Nissan SE-R Spec V iTrader: (0)	Explanation? __________________ To view links or images in signatures your post count must be 10 or greater. You currently have 0 signatures.

01-27-2008, 10:24 PM	#5
DropTopChevy Tri-State Post Whore Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: In a big house Member #242 My Ride: 2002 2.8 30V V6 iTrader: (6)	In engrish pwease. I no speak of the queen's english no longer. __________________ The great thing about being an architect is that you can walk into your dreams. - Harold E. Wagoner, 1986

01-27-2008, 10:30 PM	#6
ozthunder Tri-State Post Whore Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: In a modular on campus Member #2994 My Ride: 2006 Nissan SE-R Spec V iTrader: (0)	I'm on my second glass of scotch, it'll make sense in about 11 minutes. __________________ To view links or images in signatures your post count must be 10 or greater. You currently have 0 signatures.

01-27-2008, 10:34 PM	#8
ozthunder Tri-State Post Whore Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: In a modular on campus Member #2994 My Ride: 2006 Nissan SE-R Spec V iTrader: (0)	lol, cmon down. __________________ To view links or images in signatures your post count must be 10 or greater. You currently have 0 signatures.