MARCH OF THE TITANS

I followed you from before time began,
trusted you to reveal the plan,
endured all that I couldent stand,
tried at every turn to understand.

I sang your praises,Laboured to transmit,
Your glory from heaven to the pit,
And asked for nothing other than to be
Your slave, your whore throughout all eternity.

Thru all the stains and sorrows and scars,
I wandered with your guiding star,
They tortured and chained and marched us towards
A Courtyard where they murdered us.

When joy was possible I lifted it up,
when pain was unberable,I drank from your bitter cup,
through life and from beyond the grave
I cried to you, "Lord, saviour,! Save !"

But You did not come.

Across the mists of space and time,
I kept on going, torn and blind,
No redemption or comfort waited there
When I arrived in the valley of fear

And on either side of the road I saw
That everyone Id known and Loved
Were laughing and spitting at my face
Cursing me as a discrace

You, alone still held my hand
You, alone stayed with me in those desert-sands,
Brilliant and bright, Dark as the night

For now I know who you are,
You are ME, A singular Star,
Alone and triumphant, self-beyond-self,

sublime,
United beyond all judgment and crime
Alone beyond all lies and truths,

It took me a long time to find you
My only sadness is this
that although sometimes I found you in kisses,stolen in the night
that in the end no-one could stand your light

And stay Forever.

This makes me wonder how it can be,
that people do not seem to see
beyond Cruell daylight and apathy
To where My Love grows eternally.

Maybe after all is done
each one must stand under their own sun
Alone,resplendant and bemused
By all the confusion surrounding you,
And God IS in fact, a lonley man
Dreaming of the love of a good woman
A hope beyond all hope its true,
That all ive ever known was you,
My Lord, My Satan,My whore and my Queen!
My life,my grave, my everything,
My hopes,my dreams my failures and my lies
A Passionate Love that will not be denied.

ALKIMBO ALAR AL'KALI

waiting in your fruitless heartlands this barren world.
This is pure, it is altogether above and beyond what is recognised as "genius",

I am the mother of Genius.
I am the winged serpent who fell aflame in the year of 74 and set alight to all my true children

and they know who they are. The rest caught a glimpse and followed close behind claiming to be with us but they are not, they are mere liars who seek to steal my light and my power, they cannot even understand the beginnings of my word and yet it is they who shall be known and worshipped by the masses while my real children go unoticed,ignored and outcaste, we are not for the crowds who eat, We are in our thousands and yet the world cannot se us, even less understand us.
Oh my children do not despair, the time has come for you to fold away and wait until I tell you wehat is to come next, only then will this wisdom go as it should. In your eagerness tos erve me you flail into the blackness like many limbed tigers falling down a waterfall but I will catch thee, it is not yet the right time. I shall tell you when, then nothing will be able to stop you but beware, ! for I am mad with delight and the intensity of my light may burn you, I am rabid with the frenzy of pure love, do not forget the power of my madness for it is only to be embraced in the certaintly that it will utterly destroy you and in that anhialation you will not see the two Angels who carry you by each of your arms, verily I say unto you do not suffer for me for I have been with you for eternity and I will not die, you and I are forever and bever was there a time when we were not. Of this you must not be certain for in certainty lies complacency and in complacency lies self deciept.




MOMENTS GENESIS


The stars from creations breath,
Paints pictures of Landscapes,
Upon the surface of my living flesh,
Turning all our hopes into Prophesies,
which helped to shape this world.
Space forms words,
And took on on cloaks of form,
As we stood and walked upon the surface of the waters
A million crocodiles lifted up their heads
and laughed in disbelief.


You were my all, Immortal and winged,
You were the song my soul longed to sing,
You were the fire of life within my breast,
Now a pile of dust, naught, nothing left.


We fall like Woman's tears fall
Dew-drops from Heaven
Her children persevere within their light
Through-out the unspoken abyss of Eternal Night,
Blaze seven stars upon Her brow,
Her thundering gaze descends on you
Trembling, testifying to what we will see,
The moment that is the end of all that we shall be,
The beginning of an Immortal destiny.
Once again
Just you and me,
walking upon an endless Sea-shore,
As the White-foam rages and roar's against time,
In our laughter and folly we share the Crime,
Of Living Guiltless and trulley Free,
What once was and what will be.
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( The Blood is the Life)

When the thorns of our pleasure,
Inflicted from the belly of Earth's Inferno,
With the force which makes the rose bloom,
And electrick light tears across the skin, all tides and lightening,
The Imagination gives wings to intertwining majesties multiple and free,
This fragile,etherick Joy, So hard to contain, Smashes with the strength of A Tiger,
the steel egg-shell of my indifference.
Nerofusion, Dragon-force devours the corpse and spits out living forms of rapture,
Leaving this naked childe,blasted by Love,
Consummated and trembling,
Like an Earthquake inside my beating heart,
A power we arrange ourselves for in special moments,
So that there is an opening between the worlds,
Where we pass-thru, Inside each cell of our mingled-blood,
It fuels the Magick strength within us,
Transmuted and aflame within the darkest night,
A potent Orb, containing the Elixir of Living Light.
In my secret,special,quiet place,
I practice fusion with the beloved through Ascetics,
And converse with Geometrick forms of cellular creatures,
Connected through Love this principle applies to all things,
And opening to the subjective in all things, Responding to and receiving each signal,
I fly across the thin fabric of space,
My breathless weeping becomes a mighty roar inside my heart,
Which belows outwards far and wide to those with ears to hear,
A writhing,conspiring Serpent of Hidden things,
And I strain gladly as I rip down the veil,
Bringing down the cup from the spiral stairway above,
To let this wild,Lunar force crush up against me,
And pour out this light into the world,
Thru the chalice of My Liquid-body.
There is no end to this, I cry and am the shower of life on Earth,
Lifting up and bringing down the currents,
Trying to remain awake and alert for the others.
I fail and I fail and I fail again, Until the very notion itself fades,
And effort turns wheels of fire,
Finding strength to walk through the gates of your fathomless depths forever,
Knowing each moment that we do,
we become refracted layers of rays of that one,same scource.
I live for fusion and to become the word of this ocean,
So feared and reviled by many,
To embrace my darkness and find therein the seed,
To find it in everything and to rejoice in the increase of desire.
And in the inexhaustible light of my black,black Sun,
Upon who's rays I fall in fragile hope,
My self in Love of all of Self that see,
This special Genius which belongs to YOU and ME.



THE GRIP OF THE SNAKE

Dawn and dusk unite in an Instant,
Souls standing Erect, radiant and proud,
The mind seeks to question why
That we were asked and we came,
Gathered together under Albion's Ancient stone Temple,
We, who raised our heads so bold,
Have finally learned what it means to bleed
As Time water's the dark,Latent secret seed,
In Neptunes deepest sea's,
Our heads are Seperated from our bodies
And fall into an Ocean.


Each apart, Each alone,
We stood like cold stone pillars
As my heart yearned to play and wept,
For a soul chained by the pride and ignorance,
Of those who only want to control
through a love they neither know nor understand,
For if they but would,
stop holding back
and leap into the arms of destruction with laughter,
Instead of waiting,
they would learn to Act in Love with Will,
And find their true nature,
Their Spirit-being.


So Now now I know, No-body know's.
The darkest shadow was my own,
And Joy can be as Savage as hell
And the path littered with bones.
No mercy was expected
So Soon to descover,
Non was given .


In all these years Ive looked out of the prison of this physical form
And watched so many pass on by,
Without ever questioning or even looking,
Failing to see this soul, inside.

My heart is torn by a lifetime of unfulfilled desire
and the scars of desires fulfilled so savagly,
The terror of knowing that the power within
Can spin and rage with a thunderous frustration,
When Hate is only Love thwarted of its own Intention.


being starved of creative fulfillment is like being tortured continuously
And it hurts like hell,
Yet still in this Agony,
That cold stone-heart of eternity,
With bone and flesh,and marrow and blood,
I pledged silently,
Through all these stains and sorrows and scars,
The Holy covenant of Blood.


Baptized by delirium,
annointed with Fire,
Caste into Chaos,
I dance on my own funeral pyre.


Yet here in this little blasted house I see,
Deep down within,
A Flame of Immortality.
Look ! the floor of Hell is paved with Gold,
And the most precious jewels are always found in the darkest places.
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WANDERLUST

Into the star~lit heavens !
Riding the Old serpent Time and screaming maddly !
Overcome by bright force and Majesty
Wanting desperatly, ceaseing to be,
Knowing that this guift of intimacy
Transcends all of our minds trecherous inanities.

The Fool falls down, They both drink the cup
Spirit always descends, knowledge looks up
And I wonder and yearn to be with you once again
Not to be left here in an upside down world gone insane
With idiots and Mugwumps at the helm.

To trust these "men" would be all to fatal
Choking on mediocrities,
Dreams ! Force Fire & Fantasy !
Let these be our guides Immediatly !
IO PAN !! To the Magick abodes beyond bliss ,
One life, one chance we must not miss.
For if this must it be, That man's mind is mad
Then let our hearts find rejoicing exceedingly glad,
And lift up the good and trample the bad !

The Genius of madness has always been the way,
To break through the illusions of death and decay.
Crowned with Confusion, Blasted and Pure,
The inside is wealthy, externally poor,
A family related through all space and time,
United in Love, savage and sublime.


Robed in skin, flesh, blood and bone,
Immortal Soul, on the way home,
An adventure eternal is far better trod,
In company of Those who have become their own Gods.

So let the madness come,
Let it ever be thus,
That Love reign on Earth
for everyone of us.
For The Song of the silence
can only be heard
When the TREE'S of Eternity are gently stirred..



Vitality races, wild, hungry wolves,
Their desires like fire,
Shot hot from beings bow,
Run smoldering rivers of molten-steel crimson
Hurling forth mad flames of rages passion,
Yearning, burning, crying out
Life's raised,leaping laughter
lifes heart-stopping shout !

This is the Love upon which all life depends
Beyond all of Man's greed and inane reasonings.
My soul is a woman,
She cries out in the unspoken night;

"O come now Dear Father and lift Thou Me up
Come feed and caress me and drink from this cup
Come take me and make me, eternally Thine
Re-borne as Thy Childe, Let your blood flow in mine."
O Thou Mighty Vampyre, Lord of Magick undead
Without you this virgin lies yearning, unbled
Frustrated,dispondant, from too much athirst
Run riot thru these veins till with life they do burst
So come now and slay me that I may yet see
The world beyond daylight
and cruell apathy."

"My Father, My Mother, My Master and King
In my Blood does your Spirit rejoicfully sings
At last we do conquer
In spite of the Gods
And enter their Kingdom, below and above
Where true Life and Liberty, Light & Love reign
In Thy stainless abode beyond death & decay
Thrice Blessed & Bessed & Blessed again
For Our Madmen are Gods in a world gone Insane."

And The Master said";

" Remember my Child,
when all's said and done,
You are Alpha and Omega,
the two that is none,
In a world full of tyrannt's
who seek to enslave
And drag down your soul
to their own Living graves
Just call Thee my name and I shall appear,
Remember Me always
and show them no fear,
For we are Immortals
as you are My Childe
No matter what doubts disuade or beguile
Yes, I will be with you
this promise I keep
As you plummet the heavens and dive down so deep,
For you are my lover
as I am thy Light
Your brother, your freind
in the heat of the fight
Though you may even be conquered,
burned black & blue,
In the soft light of evening,
in the bright Azure hue
We shall comfort you aching
and heal Thou your wounds,
As I am crowned with the Sun
and decend from the Moon
Reminding you always that we are all bound
Where heart-beats are mountains
and the aeons resound
So forward and onward,
crowned, divine race !
On this island of Love,
In this most secret place !
And here shall we labour
to spred Thou our Word
Which only true lovers with pure hearts will hear
Rejoicing in Life,
Even more so in death
Living in Gnosis,
with each special breath
That this great treasure,
as wild as it is
Is the greatest Adventure,
our Universe gives
Most special & Magick & all that we are
For each of Our Children,
A bright Silver Star !
In Heaven's great vastness,
In the night-skies above
Who's word is THELEMA,
Who's flower is Love !
So be it ever,
In this sacred hour
Man-Woman My children,
The wand of Double-power ! "

And so Thus spake The Master who's words are truth in Silence & in Speech.



TRANSMISSION

The calm surface of your orgasmic body will vibrate and interface
with the interstellar language of the perpetual landscape of exaultation.
This is the secret language of unseen sound taking on human form all around,
spinning in liquid-fusion, pouring thru your cerable cortex directly connecting
with your nerological receptors creating soft, fluid visions of cascading fire-flames from a vortex of infinite, geometrick proportions !
O lion of Light ! First lightening-star of dawn's eternal morning !
Come forth Golden Childe ! Hearald in the footprints of the evening air !
Imprint me forever O blessed Goddess of the hidden oceanic slipstream !
Free me forever from the cruell, distorted hypnotism of thine waters reflections,
May I never forget S\he who lives in the immortal abodes beyond decay.
I "know " only that it is not I who knoweth Thee but that it is Thee who knoweth me. And, as my maddness sets in, bound about by the in the ignorance of mine own restrictive sin,
I spit upon my stupid self's hatred, "I", foolish and vain, pathetic and brutish,
deserve no gain.
So, bury me in a namless grave,
come and desicrate it in Her name, that all which is Noble, beautiful and True,
may forever do without the likes of me and you !

OUTSIDE TIME

Twist me and turn me,
slash me and slice me,
Lash me and cut me,
binding me tightly.

For the fallen are mighty,
I kneel at your Beauty,
Adoring your Majesty,
Drinking from you,

my heart now purified
Black and secret blue,
Lips that carress scars that heal,
To the gentle bite I yeild.
A longing articulated,
never quite fulilled,
growsing stronger inside,
The blood is The life,

A wisdom beyond all the knowledge of Gods,
See'sfurther than the lies
And fashions A steel that abides,
Outside the circles of time.

SOUL EATER

They turned the huge door handle and entered inside where candle light peered through the blackness beyond in which there was nothing. Outside the wind and the wolves howled bitterly.

Once inside he turned around and faced her squarly looking her in the eyes.His gaze was as penetrating as an Iron rod, gentle yet hard and in them you could see an eternity of unknown pleasures,dreams,pain,adventure,promises,heartaches,longing,loss,Lust,desire,cruelty,
gentlness,passion, violence and love, in his eyes were an endless promise of things once fogotten almost clambering across an abbyss of time trying to break through into this world, a million souls and personalities all who once had been but who were now all imprisioned in one soul, one body and could not get out back into the present,the light of day. She felt as if were she not very carful she too would fall into his eyes, and be devoured,absorbed inside of him forever trapped, eaten,consumed utterly and thinking this she toyed with the idea of turning it back onto him by possessing him complelty and taking him over so complelty that everything he possessed became her's to use and abuse as and when she wanted-who then would be the "master" and the "slave" ?" she thought with silent nad guarded relish.

Above in the night sky a small dark , solitary figure floats through the air hunting for dreams and dreamers- S/he is the fullfiller of dreams,the devourer of souls, the crititcal mass,the myth,the quinticenssial seducer of all, the stealer in the night,sucubbus,belladonna, the Vampire, Mother of Monsters, Harlot Sublime, Soul Supreme, Holy Dream, Mother of vice, Daughter of maddness, surveyor of hope, destroyer of faith.
by
Michael. A. Keane

TALES FROM MY SUNSET CITY
He lifted himself up over the edge of the stone column at the end of the rofftop and came to rest upon the corner of a long block of buildings which came to an abrupt end. The sun had just sank below the horizon and it's afterlight lit up the skyline sending shocking amber hue's gradually fading from shades of orange to azure blue as the first of the nights stars appeared upon the blackening horizon above.Clouds still flikered like a vast fires burning embers gently giving way to shrouds of grey ash.
This all seemed to to him to be as the fires and colours of his own soul frozen in a moment yet as eternal as time itself, each night the sunset is a gateway which can remind us and take us to a glimpse of eternity for we look upon an event which a billion other souls in a bilion other times,places and moments also shared, that sunset,common as the day, is shared by the prossecion of all our ancestors, fixed in time, awarness of our breif moment as propietor of a living physical body is the key to immortality,lost for a moment in the escstacy of eternity,just indeed as the light now fades away.
He looked upwards at the brilliant,black brightness of the night-sky and breathed in the lividly vital air as if it were pouring down from out of that infinite blackness itself like some incandeceant liquor and he pondered on the idea that night-time opened the heavens of space to his nostrils and alowed him once again the breath the clean,pure air of eternity itself. To him sunlight seems full of mens minds clattering away like trillion molecules drunk on the solar forces,stimulated to a frenzy of activity and thought,all meaningless and pointless,just like their lives.

He sighed with a quiet,silent,private joy at this fragile,powerful,secret beauty that men call "nothing at all" and tinged with sadness laughed quietly to himself.He who had wandered throughout time itself seeking for freinds he never knew he had,finding nothing but himself at every turn life filled with pleasure yet curiously always so alone,cut off from the world,society,people, wondering if he would ever find another to share his dark guift with-someone who wouldent be destroyed by it. So many times in the past he had thought this might be the one and so many times they had sucumed to the corrosive nature of the dark gift when it is not used with care and dicipline, everyone wants the chocolates but no-one wants to pay the price for them-he thought. When will people learn that the best gifts, the most precious of lifes Magickal secrets deserve to be treated with the utmost care and humility ?

Down in the streets below cars,more than would be normal for such a backstreet, slowley kerb-crawled seeking out some poor,junk-soaked addict prostitute who frequented this street to releive them a little of their burden of bordom. These "men" were mostly married, bellies full of the roast dinners their wives had just lovingly cooked for them and their family and who now beleived that he had just popped out for a breath of fresh air or a short drive on some errand or other. He detested these sad fuckers who had more of a life and money than he had ever had and who yet had no appreciation of the luxury of a wife,family,work, a house and a car, no appreciation or awarness of the fullness and treasure that is life itself.
He pondered on the sad state of affairs which seemed to make people forget the wonder that is life itself, of the fleeting beauty of the sunset or the song of a bird greeting the coming dawn, As he looked out over the cities neon glow he compaired the sorry creatures below to this so-called "society" in which they live and where his soul had found wisdom,knowledge,beauty and truth in turn they had turned it all into this, this pathetic excuse for a so-called civilisation,hanging by a thread to its humanity while giving in at every stage to their own stupidity and base desires wringing out each part of their souls in turn until all that was left was a worn out, bitter,resentful,harderned,cruel and badly abused walking corpses.

All these thoughts tumbled through his mind as he sat on the edge of the rooftop watching the now vanished setting sun and breathing in the miracles of creation. A 1000 times his genius had poured through his conscious thoughts always frustrating him due to his curious desire to communicate these things to others, something he had never really sucseeding in doing leaving him to wonder if it were ever really possible to "share" the dark gift atall, such was the raw power of the dark gift that he had seen vitually everyone he had ever known destroyed by it eventually, he wondered wether it were ever really possible to reveal ones genius to another, experience had taught him that more often than not it just made people either scared of him or resent him in one way or another, it would almost never actually make them "better" people nor leave them with anything other than a facination for the unusual and unknown on the level that a child might find his attention captured by a new kind of a sweet or candy, the world is sucking on a bone,people are seldom raised above their own infancy, suck suck suck, consumerism, everything is just another "thing" to consume or devour fervently, they colour it in many different ways but it amounts to the same thing- i.e. - very little indeed.
( to be continued)