Thelemites, fellow poets, artists, society cast-offs, people with intellect greater than mine, Holy Guardian Angel, Masters of the Temple, Musicians, and all people who would fall into the category of geeks and nerds, Priests who know and understand the Warrior Priestess, and all those who consider the works of Dr. Suess to be philosophical rants about life.
-Orginal Poetry-
Love Me
He walked in the room,
And my world spun.
An icy finger ghosted up my spine,
The lightest phantom stroke.
My pulse began to race.
The world faded into a blanket of stars.
He is the brightest of them all.
His Light cast away the deepest shadows that plague my mind.
Every fiber of my being longed for his touch.
The Lust swelled and swelled.
The Eternal Whore awoken,
Silently waiting for the moment of Union.
A hand in the Infinite,
Touching my core.
In that moment of Bliss,
The stars tore in half,
Revealing the deepest chasm of Truth.
I never knew home,
Until I slipped into that plunge.
Deeper, deeper.
Resting on a cold, beautiful web of power.
At that moment, I saw the god in that Star.
His eyes were lit be laughter and a blazing fire.
His body clothed by the softest silk.
In his hand one single flower of the sweetest perfume.
With the guide of his mighty hands,
The flower danced across naked flesh,
Until I was lost in ecstasy.
Every sensation of the silky petal,
Sends me soaring higher,
Until everything but the sensations become another part of the scenery.
His eyes that were lit with laughter are orbs of blazing rapture.
We became two immortal souls,
Locked in intertwining bodies.
As the stars looked on in envy.
We have become One.
Every night I see that face,
Fall into that web.
Seeking my other half,
Dissolving into heavenly joy.
Where all is Naught.
Calling the Children of the Sun
by Marcello Motta
Ch. 4
Do not search for light in churches and temples; the Light is in Thee.
Suffering is the fruit of ignorance, and its presence is symptom of error, not a sign of spiritualization. Every human being that suffers, suffers by its own fault, and in the moment when it suffers. Your past errors determine your conditions of manifestation; but your inner essence, the Inner Fire that burns in the heart of the Fallen Star, is always present in ye; always is present in ye the possibility of the Philosophers' Stone, that transmutes the painful lead of Saturn into the beautiful, luminous Ruby and Gold of the Sun.
Every man and every woman is a star.
Oh, The Places You'll Go!
Congratulations! Today is you're day. You're off to Great Places! You're off and away! You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go. You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care. About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there." With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, you're too smart to go down any not-so-good-street. And you may not find any you'll want to go down. In that case, of course, you'll head straight out of town. It's opener there in the wide open air. Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you. And when things start to happen, don't worry. Don't stew. Just go right along. You'll start happening too. Oh! The places you'll go! You'll be on your way up! You'll be seeing great sights! You'll join the high fliers who soar to high heights. You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed. You'll pass the whole gang and soon you'll take the lead. Wherever you fly, you'll be the best of the best. Wherever you go, you'll top the rest. Except when you don't. Because, sometimes, you won't. I'm sorry to say so, but, sadly it's true. And Hang-Ups can happen to you. You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You'll be left in a Lurch. You'll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And then chances are, then, you'll be in a Slump. And when you're in a Slump, you're not in for much fun. Um-Slumping yourself is not easily done. You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked. A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare stay out? Do you dare go in? How much can you loose? How much can you win? And IF you go in, should you turn left or right...or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around back and sneak in from behind? Simple it's not, I'm afraid you'll find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind. You'll get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place.....for people just waiting. Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to come and the mail to come, or rain to go or the phone to ring, or waiting for the snow to snow or waiting for a YES or a NO or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting. Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for the wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting. NO! That's not for you! Somehow you'll escape all that waiting and staying. You'll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you'll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you're that kind of a guy! Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. Fame! You'll be famous as famous can be, with the whole world watching you win on TV. Except when they don't. Because, sometimes, they won't. I'm afraid that some times you'll play lonely games too. Games you can't win 'cause you'll play against you. All Alone! Whether you like it or not, Alone is something you'll be quite a lot. And when you're alone, there's a very good chance you'll meet thing that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, beyond hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won't want to go on. But you will go though the weather be foul. On you will go through your enemies prowl. On you will go through the Hakken-Krack howl. Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak. On and on you will hike and I know you'll hike far, and face up to your problems whatever they are. You'll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You'll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with great care and great tact and remember that Life's a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left. And will you succeed? Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.) KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS! So...be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea, you're off to great places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So get on your way!
--Dr. Seuss
"The boundaries which divide life from death
are at best shadowy and vague.
Who shall say where one ends,
and the other begins?"
~Edgar Alan Poe