You must fully understand what you are dealing with mentally, as you must also dissect and understand what you are personally going through spiritually. You can think until your thoughts run themselves rampant within your mind, or you can decide to take action within your life; creating the much-needed foundation for you to once again build upon. You may find yourself never receiving the external type of help you may think you need, in order to build this foundation of permanence. All of the tools you need are already at your disposal. Nature will only provide for you what you need, only when the time arrives for these provisions to be utilized. You are just as much a part of nature as the trees, birds, the winds, flowers, and the Sun shining upon you and your fragmented life. Nature will only allow the rains to fall upon its Earth, when its birds and flowers need to drink of her eternal nourishment. Nature will only destroy, in order to birth herself once again. She will birth herself in her pure, undeniable image, within the pure, undeniable likeness of her mirror. Inner strength, foresight, and knowing, is needed in order for this rebirth to take form. One cannot maintain a past thought process, while venturing into a new way of life, just as one cannot be who they once were, when seeing the world through a newly created sight within their newly formed mind. When maintaining a previous thought process, while moving forward within an ascending rebirth, you will only guide yourself back to the past, and that in which you are trying to ascend from. This movement forward must be approached in a way which is pure, truthful, and without hesitation. Non-action is the worst kind of action one could embrace, as this habit of waiting for something to happen is deviant within its internal beliefs. This is a display of laziness within the psyche, soul, and the body energy field. Your inertia is holding you back; chained to beliefs, ways, and ideologies, which will continue to maintain their punishments upon you and your life. Be honest within self-inventory, of what does not work for you. Instead of forcing this non-working action to become productive, approach yourself and your new disposition, in a way you can better understand yourself. If you lack the fundamental capacity to understand your thought process; how do you expect to attain the capacity needed, in order to understand anything which occurs within the external world around you? This is the way of nature; above and below, within and without.
Tag: occult poetry
Darkness Shining Upon the Sun
Shadows upon the records. Cyclical turns make the memories burn. Scarring the adorned flesh. Face-mask-mesh. Diseased air with a deadened stare. The density between you and I. Words of a craft. The witch’s talk. Words you have heard and adorned from your cradling. A child with wild aspiration. A woman with curves of devastation. Subtle lips. Caressing hips. Dips deep into my void. I am curious, mysterious, and intriguing that way. Guessing and blessing through life’s undressing. I know you know me. Strangers of an alternate reality. I know you know me. I am the darkness within your light. A satisfaction of infernal delight. Choices are made. Words are obeyed. Lives are slaved. Living life is the deconstruction of a skin trade. I know you know me. Thought of the records turning within your mind. Where did you go when you became lost within yourself? Another secret hiding place to feel safe within. Safety is the illusion you and I dream about every night. Alternate realities within alternate deities. Another secret and safe place to hide within. It is a secret you and I will never share with another soul, nor one another. I know your secrets, only because they are mine.
Grotesquely Visualized Misunderstandings
These are the undeniable hands of creation. Of superstitions. Of maniacal retributions. The cleansing hands of purity and sterile sanctity. The battered hands of impunity. The dripping hands of piety. The filthy hands of revenge. Devouring the soul’s beloved enchantment. Another forgotten memory. Rotting. Seeping into obscurity. Delightful melancholy edibles. Dining and biting on the soul. One nibble. One bite. At a time. The only time you have left. Now. The present. It is not a gift. It is a necessity. Dwelling amongst the impure. Breathing within their faltered alternate reality. Their inept, bastardized version of a grossly, grotesquely visualized misunderstanding. You have now bear witness to the rest of your controlled life. Breathing right before your dismayed sights. Inebriating the blinded tranquility right before your very bloodshot eyes. This is another rendition of self-transformation in reverse. Conceptualized cannon fodder. The devolution of human morals and integrity. This is the abrasive awakening for the blackened soul. A control mechanism for the relentless. Undeniable defiance. Self-reliance. Control your own hands. Devouring suicidal machinations. Drinking the master’s snake oil, will no longer suffice. Your sacrifice has been served up for you. An encounter within the new world fodder. The paradise you have been lied to about. The truth kills the lies hiding within the eyes of bastards, deviants, psychopaths, and the black suits.
Symbolizing your past Wreckage of Immortality
Time will play tricks on you; half magic, half psychological. Time will make reality as you understand it, seem to mesh itself into a fragmented state of misunderstandings. Time and reality itself, will turn itself into a mirage of memories, which seem to have no purpose, understanding, or meaning. Faces of the past will blend themselves carefully into present time; seeking refuge within the present. These faces will not have purpose within the present time, as they once did within the past. This will be a blunt revealing, to what was once considered charitable and creative. Everything will look, sound, feel, smell, and taste completely different, as it should be different. All that which was known of and familiar within yesterday, will more often seek refuge within today; unfortunately, this refuge will be sought in vain. There will never be any type of refuge for what was known of within yesterday upon today, in present time. The rebirth of a forgotten memory, can sometime be considered a dangerous practice. If a forgotten memory serves no purpose within present time; what would be the benefit of remembering this forgotten muse? The mind has released this past content to the forgotten realms within itself; reliving a dead memory within present time serves only the forgotten past. The voices change, the looks change, yet the mannerisms still remain intact; an ode, which lingers upon the tips of the lips and the tongue. When looking into the eyes of the past, within present time; it is easy to see for yourself how you never belonged there to begin with. A resurrection from your past may appear within your life every now and then, but it is important for you to see it for what it truly is: a suction backwards out of present time. Resurrecting and reliving life through the death of dead memories, will send you backwards through your evolution. It is a quasi-near-death experience, while witnessing the devolved past, materialize right before your eyes. The past belongs where it currently resides, just as you belong where you currently reside. Your present time will eventually become a memory within your past; another distant, and fragmented part of your being and your reality. Can you truly find any type of veneration when looking into the past from present time? What is it about looking back upon the past, which will make you feel good about yourself in present time? What is it exactly you think you may have conquered? The past no longer exists within your reality, within your present time. There will never be any type of solace, sanctuary, validation, or relief, when living within, or looking back upon, the distant remnants of your past. If there is no peace within your mind in present time, you will definitely not be able to find any within your past. Within your present life, there is only enough room for what you take the time to make room for. If you make room for something, someone, or a distant dead memory, which does not help you within present time; you will send present time back into the past, to relive the forgotten and damaged life you once lived. This is a wound you are keeping fresh. A trophy of pain, which you gloriously adorn; symbolizing your past wreckage of immortality. Your favorite fashion accessory. It is perfect for any occasion, and will go great with any outfit. You can even wear it after Labor Day. I will not tell you to take care of yourself, as you have now been released from my life. Your intentions were not to nourish yourself within your present time, but to harvest more of the damaged past you crave and long for.
The Marrow within your Bones
This is when it is heavy, consuming, and mind altering; when the mind and the body are fully consumed by the uncertainty, which slowly seeps its way in. This seeping is purposeful, determined, maniacal, and extraordinarily forceful. This is when the mind will begin to start creating false realities from within; controlling your actions in every way, within its own making. This consumption of uncertainty, will manipulate your being in every possible way within your mind, body, and spirit. You will eventually be consumed to the point of being able to feel your internal organs becoming rearranged within your body cavity. Uncertainty is the greatest ruler over the human condition; a powerful and non-negotiable master, wreaking havoc upon your mind, one painful second at a time. It is humanly impossible to avoid this uncertainty, as it slowly and carefully seeps into your life. When this happens, you will be able to feel the butterflies swooning around within your solar plexus. Unfortunately, they are not butterflies, as they are in fact violent cassowaries. The cassowaries are violently running within your insides in circles; thrashing and slashing your insides apart and open, with their serial killer instincts, and their dagger-like claws. Soon you will have the taste of blood within your mouth; rising up from the inside of your throat, from having your innards thrashed and slashed open. You have no one else to help you, as there never was anyone who could help you. It will be an all-consuming weigh; weighing you down heavily, down deep, below the Earth’s moist soil. You will find that this rich, tainted, and devouring soil, will be the chrysalis of your transformation. Only within this unforeseeable transformation, will be able to devour your old self. This will occur in order for you to be reborn into the true shape, into the true self-expressionist, which has been hiding deep within your fragile inner core from the very beginning. You cannot evade your purpose any longer; your mirror will not allow it to be so. Now, is the opportunity to become the pain, the torture, and the devastation you have always fantasized about; depleting the old self entirely, before the rebirth has a chance to breathe life within this new illusion it is about to explore within your being. The infantile, feeble, fallacies, will certainly defile your rebirthing process without hesitation if you allow it. During your rebirthing process; uncertainty will seep deeply into your fasha, spreading through your muscles, organs, ligaments, then finally resting deep within the marrow of your bones. This is when I will split your body wide open; ripping the bones out of your chest cavity with my bare and bloodied hands, sucking dry the marrow from your bones. Having the marrow sucked clean from your bones, will be the last phase of your transformation process. I will put the old memories, the old habits, and the old ways you have known to death. I will be the only true death you have ever known. After me, you will learn a new way of living, as I am the old ways in which you were dying. There is no greater gift, than the gift of an eternal death. Within this eternal death; you can hear the peaceful and deafening arias of the Fallen Ones, slowly and softly, serenading your eternal transition within your many ecstasies.
G.G. Kalfas 