The perennial quest for the holy grail
Is closer to home than any old wife's tale.
The grail is medieval gloss of ergotism,
Such as can be known by lysergic acid mysticism.
Sir Gawain was he called who closest came to find,
While Gavin I am in my quest through the mind.

____

Laboraty breathing and muskrat thieving.

I sundered the wrist and let the blood loose;
No amount of despair or drink could be an excuse.
As I watched my life's blood shoot out of my arm,
A friendly Samaritan stopped by with a look of alarm.
He tore a piece of his shirt for me to soak the blood,
And said "I can't help you, I'm just a crackhead from the neighborhood."
I said, "don't worry, you've helped enough, crackhead or not,"
And exclaimed "where's that damned ambulance?"
We looked on in disbelief as my ambulance passed me by,
Sirens blaring, bound for a similarly named place, apparently.
As I bled near to death and waited on,
The ambulance turned around and at last reached my location.
My shirt, shoes and trousers were soaked quite red,
The paramedic, lifting me onto a stretcher, paused and said: "You're the guy from Friday, you stepped it up a notch, huh?"
I irkedly affirmed by nod of head, and my helpful crackhead I bade 'adieu.'

When I think of life's harsh lessons,
I forget about its many blessin's.
Time won't stop just for me,
So I call here and now my home.
No tears will flow from anyone's eyes
If I with my own hands bring my demise.
So: enough! of maudlin wails and self-pity.
I leave my grotto for the city.
Some are trapped by money, fame, or women,
But my nemesis is my very self.
When I lose my eg my true will strengthens,
I put away my cares like a read book.

Walking this path, abreast of the oak trees,
My thoughts turn to grief, death and tragedies.
The path wends far ahead, so far, and
I descry a shadowy figure approaching...

_______

Hand me a tablespoon brimming with salt
To pour upon my open wound, to halt
My peace and prosperity, and bring Life to new lows -- to feel hell's sting.

______

I have always wanted to write a good
Sonnet but have never been able to.
Though thoughts are my wine and books my food,
My writing nevertheless won't do.
Find me happy, in a meadow with a girl,
Golden-haired and rosy-cheeked;
My heart is full of gallantry, wanting to hurl
My love at her, full of longing speaked. (ech...)
In every tongue of man I praise her,
And loudly too, but subtle as a wink.
All I have is what I have in store
For her, my girl, dressed in pink.
Alas, my golden-haired, cheeky girl
Has gone and left me in a whirl.

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Tell me of your princely past -- O Satan.
Tell of kingdoms that couldn't last -- Pandaemonium.
Walkst thou upon the Earth? then heed my call,
For knowledge I need to possess above all.

Such wondrous things are my joy to behold
As eventide's splendor, as the sun of gold
Descends the ladder of heaven, casting
A long shadow of night everlasting.

+_

Tis a balmy breeze that soughs in the dell,
Lively, full of loight, and soft as well.
Throw behind you the bones of your mother
And you'll live on, if not in this life, then in another.

I have seen things come and seen things go.
When I clench my fist the winds speed to gale.
When I lie supine on the Earth to sleep,
My breaths quake all of the land.
I am great among the worlds,
But as small as the minutest mote of dust.
I am paradox and single, clearcut datum at once.
My thoughts are as swift as horses agallop,
Yet they run as deep as the deepest roots
Of the oldest oak.
I hate mankind but love everyman.
My life is a sadist's wet dream of torture,
But is as precious to me as the rarest gem
From a longlost lover.

_______

Languid, slow-moving steady source
of the flowing waters of the Nile
River, representing my heart's force.
On this quest I march mile after mile.

Hurry by life's streaming tide,
Set your eyes upon a fatal scene
Comprising our hopes and dreams beside.
Such fate is our mind's queen,
Ruling our emotions and our thoughts
With supremity of authority. Merciless
But just, she apportions our lots
According to the wrongs we won't redress.
So, who is the king of our hearts and minds? It is knowledge.
To know a thing is to have sway over,
And to rule it.
Knowledge is a somber pledge
Between percept and percipient, united as lovers,
Being, thought and time are carried within the mind,
They are the keys, so truly hard to find.

I now descry with trembling eye,
A portent of words that I understand
Like a warning to Dante in his Comedy,
Ere his doleful trip through perfidy.
Fiercely trembling I was, but never fear!
I tread onwards till I was near
Hell's very gate, whose darkling door stood
Gaping wide to accept the multitude.

I set my feet upon the street then stopped.
For I felt as though my memory had been stropped.
The image it held, shattering; sweet Lethe's flow!
These days had been dim days, quite far below
the nadir of the threshold of consciousness.
I'd give aught to be rid of solicitousness,
Of encroaching thought, ungermane to this:
The matter at hand: my loneliness.

____

I set foot upon the street then stopped,
For I felt my memory had just been lopped.
The image it held, shattering; sweet Lethe's flow!
These days had been dim days, quite far below

While I walk a whyle down sounding streams
I contemplate my fate and dream
Of a golden-haired maiden, soft and fair,
Of emerald woods 'round a castle in the air.

Dusk and darkness dim the dell, As ancient articles of artistry Crepitate, coiling then crumbling To dust -- death and doom...

As cells divide so did this girl nearby.
Now there were two beauties catching my eye.
It was a young lady fair, frivolous and fond
Of joy, with an easy grace, seated by a pond.
She blew a kiss with lips that seemed to fly
Away from her mouth and directly to mine.
As the sacrament took hold of my senses
My perception of time got lost in all the tenses.
Now was then yet then was now
While now will be then -- but enough, enow!
My words fail to serve my purpose;
I hardly begin to scratch the surface.
I submit a plea for help and sanity --
I am lost in the maze of eternity.

The whiteness of the attenuating clouds against azure sky,
How I admire Ialdabaoth's stolen artistry, or sorcery.
Yahweh always was such a hack, prone to stealing credit
For ideas which he never could conceive or approximate.
Cloudshade lengthening on the grassgreen swath,
My earthly paradise, my celestial dream, both
Are my hopes and fears of what can be,
Pure potential, form, never actuality.
Devils run amok unchecked in this world of god,
So much so I wonder if the latter is gone.

___

The balmy breeze blows blissfully by me;
I so enjoy free-laxing on a day of no work.

666

Tell me of magic, myth and priests of old
And I'll reply that none were so bold
As Aleister Crowley, To Mega Therion,
The most infamous magus in civilization.
He knew spells of fire and spells of ice,
The being Aiwass spoke to him thrice.
Skilled climber of K2 mount, touching the firmament
He could beat anyone in a chess tournament.
His derring-do and skills were second to none,
Women flocked to him; he filled their ovens with a bun.
Scarlet Woman and others, he gave them all babies --
One look in his eyes and you'd think he had rabies!
Amanuensis of the Book of the Law,
Prophet of Harpocrates' Aeon -- the Law is for all!

Drunken-ness -versus- traditional insanity.

Traditojal........Note NHenje:I am drunk and also typing upon an unfamiliafr    keuyboard         .

Pleas forfif muy Satajnic errorsl.

FRATER LUCEAFERUL,

What is life?

Is  "life" a trite term to     be thrown around liike so many sex-pots? I ask this of thee...

qUOTE: "Do you do, or don't you don't?" -     Frank Zappa ps. " Et caeteral"




Nota bene: thisis a pre-lude-atory draft of a submission to Rzvn U. Might I be accepted|?


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