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When gratification is measured and fair,

One should be quite hard pressed to build such a lair

That should soothe and beguile a lonely heart weeping

Whose owner would otherwise wake from their sleeping

And to prick with a pin a collection of youth

Whose erection would sting all the elders aloof

Forsooth! Such a pin would be laden with poison

To birthe such a dream they could pour all their noise in

Such weapons to cause cultural vivisection

Would prey on some fascile, annihile predilection

My horrid, most putrid, most secretive thought

Is that it could be the whole thrice-blasted lot

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Dragonfly, raja bug

Wherefore is your interest snug?

High above? Far below?

Where the kings and queens all go?

Glide you now, unto the lake

Skitter swimmers in your wake

Giddy joyfull gleefully

Live and die and run and flee

Fear does drive them, and does lust

For death's final frantic thrust

Said the king unto the land

"Live by your adrenal gland!

Baser instincts run thee wild!

Suck thee on a black and mild!"

Dragonfly o slayer king

Gracefully does your life ring

Nobly kill and nobly soar

Bellow out your final roar

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Subtle alchemy

Would any like a tincture?

I have stored it in my heart.

Be careful when you sip it,

It may tear your mind apart.

Perhaps another suits your tastes,

An apple, golden gilt.

A bite, and you will surely know

The things that you doth wilt.

Alas, an alchemist these days, is not in high demand.

Thank goodness I can always flee to my eternal land.

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Gross alchemy

Would any like a tincture?

I have brewed it to be foul.

Some eye of newt, and dried mugwort,

And musings of an owl

Perhaps another interests you,

A mercury concoction.

Eternal life could thus be yours

But death’s also an option

Alas, a chemister, these days, is sorely overlooked

I blame the porn and games that have the youth securely hooked.

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The Dance

Interesting, so it is, the dancing of the stars

From Venus fair to Pluto cold, and noble warlike Mars

Mercury is a favorite of the sages far and wide,

He rules the workings of the intellectualist tide

Neptune is a dreamer, and his dreams are very bold

They tell the tales of ages past and other stories old

Jupiter, the jollity, is mirthful and is large

The growing and the laughing is his celestial charge

His friend, Old Saturn, surely tends the opposite domain

Of crying, death, and dying, and, of being born again

Then to stately Uranus, he’s the wizard of the group

Realizing thoughts that rise from primal astral goop

Of Sol I am forbidden, lo, to say much more than thus

His rays are bright and shiny, and they feed most all of us

The group contends with Gaia on the evil axis firm

That men of letters dare not speak, they snivel and they squirm

So do the heavens thusly dance, at their stellar soiree

That all the denizens of Earth might live another day

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Oh Holy Lunatick!

Who jibber jabbers to and fro

The heirophants and pharisees

Think they are in the know

The beggar jumps and skips and hops

Around about the square

He knows his task is holy thus

He lives without a care

The learned men will laugh and point

At poor old aqualung

They do not know the man himself

Has already been hung

He squints and squeals at animals

Attempting to converse

He's tethered not to arming pole

Of his good universe

One day he went into the church

To see what he could see

He danced and sang and whipped the crowd

To violent ecstasy

The priests convened and jury'd thus

The fool would have to pay

This sacred ground was not a place

For laughter or for play

So pay he did, with only that

The priests could so extract

They buried him outside the town

In loamy unmarked tract

Imagine then, the priests' suprise

When the following day

The fool was back, with swollen sack

Of burlap, faded gray

He reached into his bag of tricks

The priests silently watched

As aqualung brought out his corpse

Their punishment was botched

He hopped around and blew raspberries

In the face of man

They took and beat him once again

Before he could have ran

Once again, he did attend

The sacred Sunday mass

This time he sundered winds about

By farting with his ass

The priests were beaten, this they knew

By devilry and mirth

They couldn't stop recesutation

Of the beggar's girth

One priest, more curious than most,

Then ventured forth to ask

Whence came this power you doth wield

And how might I too bask?

The beggar knit his brow to one

And shut his tired eyes

He's thinking hard of what to say

The priest hypothesized

The bum awoke, his eyes a-stoke

He farted once again

Then said I'll make no secret of the

Mysteries my friend

You simply need to kill yourself

Routinely, once a day

And slowly, surely, greatly will

Your problems melt away

As for the siddhis I possess

Concern yourself not with

Before the fruit can flow'r and bloom

Must surely grow the pith

His speech concluded, he did bow

Farted twice in succession

I've said my peace, he screamed aloud

So no more resurrection!

Sensing the opportunity,

The venemous priests struck

And once again he was interred

In so-called profane muck

He wasn't seen again after

That fateful hateful day

But spectral hoots and hollers haunt the church

The tales say

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Another tome

For all their fascinations grim, the Masons duly know

That into darkness, black and grim, a soul must firstly go

And once it’s fat and gilt and glut, and seen what it can see

A bolt of lightning thus removes the nigredousity

In lily-lit halls fashioned out of technicolor lies

The seer sees the nature of the lands beyond the skies

At this point we can leave our little hero for a while

A single point of light’s enough to free from Satan’s guile

Eternal eons pass and lo, the red matures to gold

And so concludes the oldest tale that ever has been told

So if you’re resonating with this hippy-dippy shit

Then shut your mouth and close your eyes and sit here for a bit

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Once upon a midnight bright

A ray of thought cut through the night

A scribe by trade, a Known by soul

Exacted his earthly toll

The pen flew forth the ink bled black

The parchment felt the monk's attack

Upon it's flesh there would be hence

A tome of holy recompense

The monk, another page completed

Drew back in, his self he greeted

Basking in his holy work

Knowing he'd no way to shirk

Behind his eyes, his blood was churned

Sanctifying work he'd earned

But in the expanse he'd created

Forces thus coagulated

Over the desk a shadow drew

Dappling the wood of yew

With dark desire, avarice

Other things that weren't nice

A doodle idly leapt to life

A pyramid, with eye and strife

It floated up into his vision

Eyed him with a great derision

'CHILD THAT SLEEPS, I BID AWAKE

WITH LUSCIOUS GLOWING SOUL TO TAKE

ATTEND ME NOW IGNOBLE FOOL

THAT I SHOULD NOT NEED BE CRUEL'

The man's attention thus grew taut

Obscuring ignoble thought

And yet, a fast one did slip through

'Alas, I've naught better to do'

'THEN FOLLOW ME', the daemon spake

They translocated to a lake

Of burning fire, gnashing, wailing

On it there were figures sailing

To and fro on boats obsidian

Prowling about their dominion

Poking, prodding souls for fun

It seemed they never would be done

'LOOK UPON YOUR FINAL FATE

ONCE YOU PASS THROUGH FINAL GATE

NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN

FROLICKING IN WORLDS OF MEN

YOU'VE BEEN DECEIVED BY HEATHENRY

STYLING YOUR DIVINITY

REPENT AND WAIL YOU REPROBATE

GIVE IN TO YOUR PRIMAL HATE'

The talking pyramid reclined

Inside the world that it designed

Self satisfied that it had won

Another souls descent begun

The monk whose gaze had not recoild

From the flesh that burned and boiled

Turned to his triangle friend

And said 'Good try, but here's the end'

He turned back in and turned back out

Travelling through quantum grout

Til through his eyes he saw his world

Knowing that his mind was furled

The sage sat back, sucked on his quill

Drew a circle, crosshatched fill

Satisfied, he wrote a line

"Stare at me for a good time"

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Begone the fiends of status quo

Begone the dreams of long ago

Shattered shells of numinous hells

Chained to subtle logic bells

Where once were two there will be one

Blinding brightly as the sun

Dog of nothing in a bun

Look upon him, and then

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O tower, o light, o apple of my eye

From nigredous black to golden sky

A boy I was before the sight

Of golden love to banish light

Now here I stand, a man absolv'd

Of wrongs and rights, illusion fall'd

Refuged in a bosom firm

The empty breath of divine wyrm

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Once upon a midnight dreary

I saw my self ensorcelled clearly

And perched upon my hunched back

A scheming, selfish blabberjack

His back was straight, his wings were furled

Upon his smile an evil curled

He knew himself sufficiently

To be a source of misery

He pinched my face and pulled my hair

Sat on my chest to lack me air

But worst of all, his greatest crime

Was sullying my mind with grime

‘Do this, do that!’ He spoke to me

Directing my energy

He styled himself the God of man

You’ll see him in the good Koran

And the Nag Hammadi texts

Where tools were kept, the secret sexts

In corners that the soul might see

Perennial Philosophy

Unknownst to him I had the seed

The maiden’s leaven, savior’s bleed

It wormed its way into my mind

Until I left the earth behind

When I was dead he fled from me

Burned and caught, he split in three

Subtle fibers, spersed about

The vibing thoughtstuffs quantum grout

Dark inflictions, closely kept

Left me as the tears were wept

Then at last, a spark of light

It was added to my might

Once I was back, I knew right then

I would be back more and again

My back was straight and I could see

The golden glow in about me

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