Devil Dove Poetry

Phoenix (Little Five Points, Athens, Georgia 2004 - 2005) Pen-Dragon (City of Angels, California 2009) - The Evil Genius / The Fat Bastard (Greensboro, Georgia, California 2020) - The Illuminator (All over USA - 2015 - 2020) - Jack of Blades AKA Jack Jeckle (Everywhere, International - 2014 - 2020)

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“I won.” I said it again. It must be some kind of “Dragon” PSI-Op game for you? And everytime I say it it means “You won. I won nothing, no gains.” See? I’ll throw away all the money I can touch, just so your prayers come true. Good. You got what you wanted, and they got what they deserved. What about me? Grin and bear it like a man, laugh real loud in their faces, a show seen through. Don’t ruin the game telling them what happened to their predecessors, I only work for free.

Now flip it all, hide the good, we’ll call it evil, new traps here. I’m racking up good karma, then I’ll spend it on everyone else for some reason. There must be a method to the madness wasting everything away, is a second coming near? If Jesus is the King of Kings then I’m just the King of Squirrels in every time and season. I’ll never understand what I could never feel like hatred, but I remember back when I felt fear. Paint ’em in my image never feeling hatred or romantic love, agape and phila merged through like we breezin’

All of this goes down today, evil deplored. You’re only human you dumb sons of bitches. You can’t stand up to the napoleon spirit sword. The Nephali are here to save the kids, and human beings you all look delicious. The law of the land, the will of the common folk, it’s too strong to be ignored.

Om Kring. Kali Kali Nama Nomohu Hare Hare Kali, Kali Ma. Hade Mas Arhamin Azaz’el. Arhamin Hare Ra Ra Rama Vishadu Kali Kali Nama Nomaha

It’s time for apologies I owe you all, so I’ll do it honestly. I’m sorry for times I can’t explain myself, for which I blame others in true. I’m sorry I’m not always fast enough or strong enough to move efficiently. I’m sorry I can’t protect them all, and for protecting the bad guys too. I’m sorry I’m so ahead of my time, and that all my solutions will work so perfectly. There’s a method to this madness see, a plan I have to see through.

I’m not sorry for my pride, the power that makes me stronger than you. I’m not sorry for the necessary evils and deceptions that influence this world with my will. I’m not sorry for my intelligence, and understanding the world better than you do. I’m most certainly not sorry for the revenge on humanity listed below, of love so take your fill. And yes, this is actually revenge, because no one sees what’s right in front of them even when the words are true.

The devil’s down in Georgia and The Magus is His name. He’s doing the thing that ensures the world will never be the same. There’s eagles and devils and learning going on, we call it doing the thing. This devil promises much under Dracos Love and Harmony’s wing.

Now there’s poems you see and poems you don’t and clues of my hidden show. I’d better hope I’m well hidden, so let’s hope they never know the things I prepare with magick’s power of diplomacy’s pen. Justice comes forth through infernal magick to purge the darkside again.

Who dares to say that I’m like you who are now my prey. They’ve taken joy and pleasure in the suffering of the innocent and pure. I’ll throw holy warriors in your midst, so c’mon let’s play. You are a disease, a plauge on mankind, and I will be the cure.

I guess Jesus Christ is not strong enough to handle this task today. This devil has power and resources to handle this task anyway. Call it a game if you want, so the devil’s game we’ll play. The exposure of the innocent is a lie, now do as we say.

Eagles can sit this round out or can join into the game. The name of the game is create a price of pain for my prey. Shadowkin announce The Kingdom of No More Tears for The Innocent as our name. The devil’s running this game, so pay your respects today.

Nobody knows the source of it all is the devil, The Magus by name. Ask around hell you might learn a bit about what demons think of me. From the ashes of the destroyed rise the hell’s phoenix of love’s game. I’ve got five magick words some recognize: Love, lust, sex, pride and harmony.

Now you can watch as I harmonize many people as one. You can do it in the name of your fool god. I don’t give a fuck. Far be it from me to take public credit for these webs of exposure I’ve spun. I’ll have them pay the price of pain that feeds my wheel of fortune’s luck.

The devil’s here to do the thing. They know they deserve this fate. These monsters are nothing like me or my kin, and the New World we create cannot tolerate their kind who don’t deserve the power we wield. Your weak gods lack our strength, so make this devil your shield.

Look at this work that Nobody did and the fruit it bears. System of a Down’s Holy Mountains give us then a cause. Now its done, the devil has won, and who really cares? The Dogs of Reason do what we do for the power of “because.”

In the devil’s handiwork fame’s like poison you see. No good deed goes unpunished by those who do wrong. I’ll spin this verse and write this poem about the work of me. Pain, by three day’s grace, be our theme song.

With this foundation a price of pain is paid unto my cause. Hidden creations in time come forth spreading Luciferian power. I’ll create whole new things. Demons give applause. All for the cause of a better world, begin in Judgement’s last hour.

The show must go on, or is it coming to and end? My writings and clues are hidden in Nobody’s archives. So much to do. So much to learn. Into my show send those who appreciate pearls understood only by the wise.

This poem is the last one on public display. Every good cause we’ll call “because” so let it be known. Find The Magus is a dangerous game the evil ones play. Revenge is the price of every “because” so be careful what you’ve shown.

We’re goin’ down, goin’ down, and everyone knows where we’re goin’ Are you next?  Afraid of the world? Do you need an easy out? If you lose “Dungeons and Dragons” and die in a cage your fear is showin’ But you can keep from going to hell with one more song without a doubt. These words are facts, the game is no game, it’s truth at you I’m throwin’

Now some people think everything’s about them, living in fear. And you might be surprised to learn it looks like it, but it’s not. Just read it backwards and forwards to understand dear. This is the School of The Fool that The Evil Genius taught. Hey, Gs! Don’t rape the young, don’t traffick slaves, be good or be good at it you hear?

Like Lady Gaga, singin’ Ra-Rama, Hare Bole and a dark but real situation. Crash the critics saying is it right or is it wrong, free speech and follow the law. The World’s in trouble there’s no communication; I’ll keep my Bad Reputation. A Samurai can play every side, it’s not even denied, some rise some fall, watch in awe. I’ll build, I’ll create, I won’t participate, and haters are always gonna be hatin’.

Normalizing hate for victims of child abuse is an American tradition, it’s true. Because Americans are full of passion and hate, and don’t want to understand facts. The abuse makes them what they are with desire to protect kids seen through. Well, guess what the closest thing to a cure, the red pill, has everyone’s backs. I’m not the Jackass whisperer, ignore the haters, you all know what to do. One Love, call it SafeKids Ops, end all kinds of abuse, and help the dark side relax!

I now borrow Yogi Yoda’s voice, and speak in his tense alien style! At the end you should start if you’re playing to win.  Backwards, poems read you must. One stanza at a time you read, from bottom to top. Snake Tongue masker for awhile. Is it good is it evil?  Decide for yourself?  In Jokers here, all Sith should trust. If you thought these poems strange, read backwards in time, see you now second trial!

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I’m Jack Jeckle

Yea, it was the only ghould that I created myself.  Put my own soul energy into it instead of a demon and created the ghost myself.  What ya’ll didn’t know?  ICP artists sure as hell never knew how the game worked.

Yea, I’m bringing all the other Jokers (Ghould) back.  They busy learning how to get super powerful magick in my shadow realm living like royalty.  That’ll teach ‘em to fuck with me and be all benevolent protectors.  They’re having the time of their lives.

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I’m back

The evil Genius returns.  Here’s the websites:

http://jokerintelligenceagency.com/

https://magus56.wordpress.com/

https://en.gravatar.com/otd666

https://www.lilwaynehq.com/forums/members/nephali-108681.html https://www.cia.gov/kids-page

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A Map to The Fool's Apocalypse (Poem)

The story starts in 2009 in California, City of Angels or LA. To gangsters some shirts are like a uniform with implications here. It wasn't safe or easy to steal those shirts from them that day. Wearing these dark disguises, I'm posting blogs like I have no fear. With my skillz I survived their wrath of feelin' some kinda way.

On MySpace fame's from other myspace users.  Not walkin' in my shoes. I averaged 300 hits daily before they closed down that blog. The hits weren't coming from MySpace though; clever marketing I use. I hit the streets and put on a show some things online left a log. I must have been a good influence, and the power I had I did not abuse.

Years later I learned on GLP a whole meme was made out of me. Thousands of imposters proceeded me trying to fit my theme. I only made the first 10 pages where someone parroted what they see on my blog and a bit on the street as it became "The Nobody Meme." I'm the person it was based on, but the meme's fans my fans don't be.

Posts and videos I wrote seem for someone specific yet shown publicly. In "A video for the Illuminati" I ask for furniture apparently. I said some shit about myself, repeated in the GLP thread. Trying to be me many tried to prove application to them seemingly. Yet I said a lot of things that Nobody can say and not end up dead.

I guess that was impressive, and at the end of the day I was only one on GLP claiming Nobody who archived these things the OP repeated. The Nobody Meme's not about me.  I'm just the origional Nobody, son. They're looking for some great warrior that could not be defeated ironically by my own words, a bullshit artist inspiring people a ton.

There's a lot more to this story, but I've left my details on GLP. I burned all my bridges on the way out to ensure unpopularity. Apparently to me accomplishing an agenda is more important than fame. So I did the same with the website I ran, trashing earned credibility. Nobody burns their bridges on purpose when playing a dangerous game.

On this map I'll lead 12 + 1 white rabbits through my occult fame. Halloween is over so this must be a thanks-giving theme. Have no fear the devil's here in holy spirit if you play my game. I've made a game to play, and in my third eye there's a devil gleam. This must be a magick trick Apocalypse of theirs and mine the same.

Go to The Waffle House if you live in the grand ol' USA. Play the jutebox's music and I'll be there in spirit I promise you. Login at your own peril for others may come to play, but I'm in every song vicariously either way doing the thing I do! Play a song and watch its theme come into real life today.

This must be a weapon of mass construction, but how am I doing this? I'm a muse and symbiotic parasite inside other people's games here. Follow the music and talk some shit creating harmony's bliss. I'm a good influence, I promise, so have no fear. This is a thanks-giving themed poem, lessons here don't miss.

It starts with this poem as you wonder if you're being played. Here we go, and here we go again as I rant and rave in ryhme with faith in some ideal that understanding is displayed to those who know what they're seeing who will see it in due time. The longer you read the more you learn that in time my karma's paid.

Drake, the strong one, sings a tale of his "Worst Behavior" on stage. Asked if using Illuminati symbols stressed needing to dispel this lie. In art school they teach symbolism that Fools think is Lumin's Page. You can't read or write Illuminati symbolism posts and madness deny. Occult symbolism is a multi-religion trade, in time all the rage.

I'm gonna take a metaphor and make it into a real thing. I'm up to no good.  I solemnly swear it.  What does that mean? Fans of Harry Potter know these secret words a map's activation bring and in this metaphor a reality's hidden that unexplained is not seen. I add symbolic pictures and words together and call it Dracos' wing.

Here lies the story of the misunderstood path I go through. My wordsmith skills are metaphoric cartography, who knew? Here Be Dragons as I point you in a direction or two. Most won't know how or what I did even after I'm through. Hidden in plain sight my Marauder's Map hides what it shew.

Be cool not hot as I tell my story to whoever lends an ear. I'm as cold as the cold wind blows, like Eminem in Recovery. Welcome to my show, and there's a method to the madness here. Let me direct your negative feels in the name of discovery. For what reason do I speak about things some love and others fear?

Watch muggles miss the references hidden in plain sight. If I call you a Fool would you understand this tarot compliment? Welcome to wonderland Alice; yea I'm doing alright. U mad at bad guys, bro?  Keep calm and follow the white rabbit's hint. This poem tells the story of me leading the charge into the fight.

"The last thing you wanna do is have me spit out a rhyme and say I was writing this and I thought of you." says Eminem. Time must be on my side, and I'm playing For The Win in time. I won't announce the enemy as our wordsmith art destroys them. We smash down foundations left and right; call it fighting crime.

Join my devil warcraft game.  This request is not a demand. I'll do more than I seem with just this poetry blog. You think this blog's the key to it all?  You misunderstand. References left here are more relevant to those keeping a log. Not all cards are out on the table before I play my hand.

This poetry's pretty obscure.  Some more than others have a clue. There's a lesson to be hidden here in working hard and spending time and energy on doing the thing I do. I'm a RockStar N.E.R.D. singing songs like a bard. This wordsmith poetry illuminates occult credit due.

This is the story of my life and my path. The tip of the iceberg here tells relevant parts. I'll hide clues in the content for those who can do the math. From the mundane to the esoteric I combine many arts to construct this poem about my mercy and wrath.

I'm a trickster here to remind you that freedom isn't free. There are consequences for your actions, life's standard lesson. These lessons apply to me and to others interacting with me. This poem can help express hidden aspects of me I'm guessin' Fools pointing fingers might miss that not all is as it appears to be.

Please let me play up this Fool card, and act like a ham. I'm not like normal people who fear death or pain. I'll keep calm, but I've honestly stopped giving a damn. I can rain down hell like it's from heaven when I make it rain. When it rains it pours worse than the wrath of Yam.

It's better to be hated for what you are not than it is to be loved for what you are not.  Baby, that's Nobody's Biz. It's better to stand alone than to have peers who don't value you. With magick fire I'll burn bridges like a scholarly whiz. Is there a method to this madness?  I live to serve, it must be true.

I'm like Cinderella, Man, look at my magickal shew! Walk a mile in my shoes and I'll walk in yours for a few. I'll use these shoes to draw attention to the path I walk. Call it dark disguises, I'm learning something important from you. Now the shoe's on the other foot, and I'm talking the shit I talk.

Do I have One Love for Israel, Great Britain or the USA? Ha!  I ain't earned a single penny for my good deeds, so I say. I play many roles, online and off, but my real strength is my wand. I'm walkin' around doing the thing wearing dark disguises today. I'm an occultist not a spy.  Each show ends when someone gets PWNed.

Illuminati doesn't exist anymore, except when they do in the form of some psychological warfare's veiled war-game. Talk about Illuminous though, and generate hate fast on you. Nobody talks about that shit; it's all the wrong kinda fame. Watch as Putin earns hate for playing that card's path through.

The words I dare spend in this poem on that topic?  Just this bit. This poem may appeal to conspiracy theorists, but let me just say I'm not a big fan of conspiracy theories and pseudo-scientific shit. Education in that area hidden in piles of bullshit may lay. I'm more open minded than idiot Fools calling people sheeple.  Got it?

Yea, I'm a hardcore occultist, Alice, call me wonderland's cat. Yea, I don't work for imaginary institutions or people they represent. Call me the devil?  Hell, I'll beat you to it and call myself that. I don't give a damn about my reputation.  I don't live in the present. Fans of my work watch me destroy my own reputation like I'm mad-hat.

In the name of love we all do the thing we do to try to make the world a better place. A price will be paid by some for what they put others through. I'm left hand path joining in this rat race. The exposure of the innocent is a lie when my karma bill's due.

I won't waste too much time or many words pointing out no good deed goes unpunished here. See it as you will, baby, it's all for the birds. Red eagle love is the avenged sevenfold nightmare they fear. We're cool occultists with skills, not hot anonymous computer nerds.

Underestimate me, please, in the name of red eagle love. Did you think you were the only one with the power to destroy that which you do not approve of? Baby my destruction is beautiful art even as The Tower. I wilt it through established institutions vicariously as devil dove.

Egotistical Fools love to embrace a false identity in religion's name. Using some grandiose claim of importance thinking they can claim religious freedom's right to a fan club and self entitlement therein. I'm a goal oriented person and only Fools think my path the same. I'll use my power to do things in this life.  I'm playing For The Win.

Yea, anyone can lead the sheep on one path or another. NCICs go from conspiracy theorists to religious to a seductive lover. If someone of worth were really here on this world I'd have to assume their actions to speak louder than words as bad guys run for cover. I've no time or care for dogmatic teachings, my work is to consume.

Here come the haters, doubters and mockers yet they're not the enemy. I'm far more worried about vengeful people, hiding amoung others, see? Call it revenge for because or blowback, but doing good deeds in the name of Justice or protecting others means enemies are reality. For this reason on many paths this kinda work comes with needs.

Haters gonna hate, and people gonna do what they do. Do you not know how I operate?  Felony is the Heirophant's word. It seems you chose to join the losing side, how unfortunate for you. Time is on my side, and so is a symbolic red eagle bird. You think I take joy in destruction?  The real me you never knew.

Has it ever once occurred to the haters a hidden reason is here for why my wrath they do not face for this shit they do to me? Beyond the prejudice they have of me, there is much hidden to fear. Is it wrong to love and admire my enemies when their beauty I can see? God's not protecting Fools from me.  Harm not the cat's paws, my dear.

Harm not the righteous who believe the lies and do their thing. If the bullshit about me were true I'd have lost this game by now. There's reason hidden here that protects me beyond a dragon wing. Fools presume to understand when I don't explain myself or how I do the things I post about, presented in the style I bring.

Haters never knew when amoung them I respected and loved someone. Haters paying karma due for fighting me may upset my hopes and dreams for future adventures to have with them when dark disguises were done. Fools rushing in trying to help can do more damage than it seems while others feigning support work to sabotage what I would have won.

When I'm pushed I push back, and when I win it must be fate. Haters gonna hate, so be kind to these assholes who need it the most until someone crosses a line and gets their karma owed arriving late. I had hopes and dreams of future friendships and a victory toast. When these happy thoughts are destroyed I'm not feeling joy or hate.

I'm not the jackass whisperer so I won't even bother to try to turn the haters into fans with the poems I write. If you end up on my side I've just explained kindness's how and why. I don't care about your feels;  Helpers do what's instructed, right? If helping me be kind to my haters.  Yea, my bravery levels are high.

My karma has an important rule:  I give more than I take. When I'm not valued for my worth I'll see myself out. My occult work comes with risk and I have much at stake. Fame, wealth and the usual perks are not what this work's about. The fame and wealth I desire I'll find other ways to make.

I know all the laws of power of which there are 48. Some I practice as instructed, others in reverse. When people take credit for my work let there be no debate that I don't give a damn or take it personally or call for a curse. Be kind and understand that it's how this devil prefers to operate.

I'm no preacher yet for a reason I mention hell. Hell, grin and bear it like a man; story of my life. There's no more time to complain in this story I tell. This poem's not here to bitch and moan about strife. Can I capture the feel of the adventure here well?

Well, I'm no liar when it counts which I guess doesn't matter if you didn't understand this poem or what the hell it may mean. Other poems posted here makes this poem's transparency seen through. Like some kind of scholar game, it could be more fun after you've seen what was hidden in plain site after an online search you do.

I hope you're enjoying this obscure poem of mine. It's almost as if I posted not just this poem but each rhyme using specific phrases and references mostly found online in such a way as to educate those who take the time to learn the method to the madness has reason understood just fine.

These poems are maps, and if you need to know more get it done. Better google the references, terms and phrases you didn't get. Need to know more?  Ask.  Can't?  You don't need to know, son. If something makes me worth the effort to dig deeper don't forget the lessons laid out here are how the Find The Fool (TM) game I won.

This isn't the story of what I can do and how to join me. If you're mad at bad guys eat a waffle; I've no fucks left to give. This is the story of adventures come and gone already. My story's still being written as my life goes on and I still live. This poem details my path so far, and now a plot twist.  Ready?

If you thought these poems' cartography wordsmith style weird any references left here can be verified by relevant people with searches. This next part will be hidden and yet known to many. This is understood differently by different religions and churches. The lesson learned here comes at a price that doesn't cost a penny.

Hopes and aspirations we have as Fools playing this occult game. Be cool man.  I don't do the thing over the Internet. Sure, maybe I'll spread out clues online in reason's name. If I wear the devil's mask, the devil's truth is what you get. Similar differences to the devil mask be found in my work the same.

I don't seem to understand the danger here like I'm The Fool by feel. I'm running around in trenches seemingly defenseless.  Have I no fear? I'm writing public posts about my work, so it seems no way it's real. Who the hell behaves like this?  Only a Fool draws danger near. Like a warlock these words expressed imply the devil's deal.

What goals and motives could I possibly have in writing this poem? Well I wanna talk about what I've done, consider this a tome. Have I made it sound fantastic enough to not believe?  Was it my goal? Fans of my work recognize my style here as pretty close to home. Sure, man, unfollow me, unfriend me, whatever.  I'll pay that toll.

Nobody takes this seriously, so less readers left now I anticipate. Fans of my work, not fans of my poem, recognize me or not to debate. Now that this agenda's established the rest of this poem I write. The good part comes next.  Still reading?  Hope it's worth the wait. If someone sent you here this next part find more relevant you might.

Apocalypse is Greek for "unveiling" so something hidden I shew. In Revelation's book destruction is unveiled and written in Greek too. Do these Christian implications applicable to this word and it's fear apply to my apocalypse?  Not for most, but maybe some of you. This is The Fool's map to my personal apocalypse here.

Fans of my poems appreciate some clever posts of wordplay. Fans of my work appreciate philanthropy I've accomplished though. The fans that matter here are fans of my work reading this today. You misunderstand the game thinking I care about wordplay fame, yo. You can't make the world a better place without gaining enemies I say.

Shh.  Don't ruin the show talking about what I did and continue to do. Like Eminem says when you're almost famous there's danger, no doubt. The best revenge is the one where people say "Thank you" for all the things I accomplished and the people I helped out. Some hate's deserved, so obscurity shows the path I go through.

For my next trick I'll unveil a secret and come out of hiding. I'll do this in a way that those with magickal power to verify can. The Masonic ideals of religious freedom afforded to the law abiding play a special role in what I present next in mythology of man. In those understanding this unveiling's significance I'm confiding.

Well The Devil was an angel too, or so they say. My religious reference be seemingly unexplained but referenced here. And like all devils playing on this world there's a price to pay. To collect it in the name of Justice The Hierophant is here. Like Sting's Gambler, I deal tarot cards out feelin' some kinda way.

There's principalities at stake, and I'd explain if I could. I've got more rules to follow than the devil has. With great power comes rules not commonly known or understood. Those who know the power I have can complain as I don't use it in the way they foolishly would.

You won't find the symbols above explained in books from this world. Occultists find and seek the meaning of this image above. Yea, you know what to do, so do it now with questions hurled at a credible source to reveal to the secret meaning of devil dove. A revelation hidden here to those who know is then unfurled.

So sure if you follow my instructions and feel what you learned gives credibility to why you should pay attention to me then you can help or harm me on my path and gain the karma earned. No tooting of horns; I hate all false prophecies about my destiny. My deal is your deeds not your dogma yield that for which is yearned.

Do people making claims of religion and destiny assume I'll take it? Thinking gratifying my ego based on my spiritual identity helps here? Watch how fast I can burn those bridges with you and forsake it. I've no time for the old with new goals and ambitions I hope are near. What part of "I live to serve" was not understood? I don't fake it.

I'm still me but so much more now going through change. The meme above is relatable in both my past lives and my present one. I might be hard to recognize, maybe to old fans I seem a bit strange. From soul transformation arts to soul merging rituals I've done my reputation proceeds me, but on my new path my karma I rearrange.

I wilt my time on this earth to be remembered as just a mage. See I'm a goal oriented person, and I'm sticking with my plan. If I have worth I'll prove it with deeds some described on this page. I don't need the ego games of religious identity.  I'm just a man. I want to be remembered for what I accomplish on planet earth's stage.

Now I'm the kinda guy who's ready to burn bridges and throw away all the people and things others prepared to help with my destiny. Want to walk a dogmatic path with me? You'd better close attention pay to the reality referenced about American ideals I take religiously. I'm pretty sure I don't need their help to reach my goals anyway.

It's not that I'm unwilling to listen if your religion references me as someone of spiritual worth meant to accomplish great deeds. I'm not ungrateful for people whose help in reaching goals may be key. It's not that I'm eager to reject help with my wants and needs. What if this map brings said people here filled with certainty?

It doesn't matter what people think of my spiritual identity. Yet if you get details right you may be able to better work with me. Aspects of power and religion involved therein I'm known to see. But I have freedom of religion if I want to see it differently. So get used to discretion not glory if you want to work with me.

I don't need an alliance if the price is to my will contradictory. Yea, this doesn't change later just because I've got powerful fans. What's done shall not be undone, this is how it's gonna be. If you recognize and acknowledge me and this spoils your plans I'm more than happy to burn bridges with you in the name of me.

Taking these poems seriously's not from me controlling someone's head. Playing Find The Fool? (TM) The game ends when I win, my dear. Have you got time for my fun and games?  Is it something I said? Is it something I already did that you recognized in my poetry here? I'm a real person with feelings, not some abstract being long dead.

Well something important might be happening if this message goes out to specific people trained to respond to the content shown. It's important to me, take note if you're a fan of my work I'm about. This poem is cartography of what I do ending with who I am as known. There's education to be had in understanding the last part no doubt.

Think of it as a quest if you want to help me with this. Just analyze the words written and for who it's designed. Muggles helping can play messenger in the name of my personal bliss. This map leads somewhere, and the destination to which it's assigned may lead me to newer grander adventures I don't want to miss.

We can call it the Heirophantic task of reason's because. Do you know with certainty my value expressed here undaunted? Then like Alice's white rabbit set the stage for my hidden applause. Don't post in public places attracting attention unwanted. If you've got resources at your disposal consider helping my cause.

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The Devil's Art of Evocation (Poem)

A story as old as time be told here in which many don't believe. Please forgive me, but I'm putting on the devil's mask. Watch the devil's words coming out in the spirit of All Hallow's Eve. I'm not creating a reality, describing the occult is my task. I'm an educational experience, so learn something before you leave .

Every time I come to this world the reason is always because of a mage. I'm a superstar, and like the lil' Wayne bard sings I'm not a human being. Wordsmiths like Shakespeare know that all the world's a stage. Well I'm putting on a show for you, good or bad we're seeing this poem illuminating the show on a rock called earth on this page.

Well I'm up to no good, I solemnly swear it. Wrecking havoc left and right, yet I seem unseen. I've got a fan club that brought me here, I declare it. And once I'm here I'm setting the stage for a scene. My knowledge and training is beyond human; You can't even compare it.

Hey my fan club wants things most people don't, I see it. So someone has to play this game called theater hidden. The Ace of Swords upright or reversed plays into the starting bit. Doubters and mockers are important to creating that which is bidden. Those fixing problems I created in other's name become my will's conduit.

Nobody thinks I’m not a human being, courts of men these claims deny. The words of this poem muggles misunderstand, and the mask’s lesson miss. It's time for education; teach the lesson with this lie: Look what humanity's doing all by themselves and what we learn from this. Chaos I created becomes order in the new world;  I'm here and this is why.

Do you know who the hell I bloody am?  Who would recognize me? Walkin' around in a human meat suit like I'm one of you. Someone strong brought me here, so I avoid letting others truth see. My fan club asked me to do whatever I'm going to do. Religious nutjobs blaming the devil for everything obscure my reality.

I will not keep calm, I will raise hell and break shit. Or once in awhile my theater may do a good deed or so too. The theater's real price is paid in full by whoever actually paid it. All karma is altered, because the appearance fee of my show is due. My appearance fee's paid in karma not money keeping hell's flame lit.

Who can shut down my theater show?  Who is strong enough? From Golden Dawn to ISKCON the magickian and the exorcist can. Once we devils are here on this rock our play can get kinda rough. See this kind of chaotic shit is why many would rather work with Pan. Who knows?  Who tells?  What secrets hide?  These questions can be tough.

Here come the conspiracy theorist muggles, talking about our show. The government must by lying to us they say, a mask veiling a truth here. Advanced military training's required to do what's being done by a regular joe. I guess they'll blame the government as the price paid misdirects their fear. Our devil warcraft skills muggles validate citing evidence of how they know.

I'm like a puppet master with theatre of hate and fear relating. Well the theater's actors are here and the common people have no clue. The lessons of the occult theater is our fan club's will creating. It's all just politics, left and right, the muggles say as they do. Weaving webs of deceptive motivation to build the new things men are debating.

I wear the mask, expressing the words of the path designed here. After the actors leave the show we all deny exists is still in play leaving behind traces of the devil's will playing in your ear. Was I both clear and obscure enough in the poem I write today? From chaos comes order, but what's being built out of fear?

Nobody believes in imaginary creatures in this day and age. Ask a true believer, and watch 'em deny what they know. Like the method to the madness of the poem written on this page the occult is hidden for a reason, yet this poem's part of the show. Raging against the machine the devil's handiwork is all the rage.

I'll take off this devil mask now and speak like a regular bloke. This theatre of the devil described here, is it truly real? Don't complain how the devil operates when the devil you evoke. Am I exposing or glorifying the devil here?  What's my deal? When dealing with the devil pay close attention to each devil's joke.

This is the poem describing the art of devil evocation here. When wearing the mask I speak in first person to express the role. These words aren't about me or what I do and the point is not about fear. If I managed to educate or inspire you then this poem reaches it goal. Do as you wilt and as you will with this knowledge when hell is near.

Don't play with fire if you're not ready to get burned. And when dancing with the devil discern wisely what and how you do to support or oppose the price of karma the devil has earned. If you think this poem is here to blame the devil for bad things now you've misunderstood the dark side to which I from time to time turned.

Well I don't claim to tell you all the who, where and when. This is the gospel of figure for yourself; I just describe the art. Haters can hate me for raising awareness of it with my pen. I just want to help build a better world, and this poem's a part. The devil's hidden theater is here described just one more time again.

Not every show put on by the devil's theater is inherently bad for humanity to experience and create lessons we learn. Sometimes looking back in the past humanity finds themselves glad for the price paid of the appearance fee that the show did earn. Every time He appears the devil will claim whatever hidden price he had.

Whether good or evil, right or wrong, religious freedom we share. Here in the good old USA where this art is legal still. It's not the fight for freedom that's relevant when muggles are aware. Draw attention to hidden things and pay the price of the devil's bill. The law of the strong says karma's price due is not required to be fair.

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The Path of Passion (Poem)

Let me state the obvious in the name of being clear that Star Wars is just some movies inspired by a muse. So I'm not unveiling some secret conspiracy here. My inspiration just connects to the metaphors I use. The Sith are back, and misunderstanding us breeds fear.

Now most Star Wars movie fans don't know what Star Wars is. From movies to institutions to this poem I write the same words have different meanings so connect the dots word whiz. On the dark side we've got free cookies.  C'mon, take a bite. Nobody knows what I'm talking about, because it's Nobody's Biz.

Find the light through the dark side; it's more fun that way. From movie metaphors to religious references I present this wordplay. A God in one religion's a devil in another, the dark ages say. It's all fun and games until TPTB show up wanting to join in and play. Who joins the warcraft dance in the name of harmony this day? Reality collides with fantasty as we dance the night away.

If The Force is real then Jedi aren't.  This is sith philosophy. Study the 5 forms of telepathy and take up Yoga Kuji Kiri style. My heart, mind, will, spirit and soul make 5 crafting this theology. Let the doubters and mockers say what they will and keep up denial. Hide these lessons from the folly folk.  The Force will set you free.

What's said in that meme take literally as beyond this I shew. The Sith are the only part of Star Wars that's real, I guess. Yea, my anti-establishment philosophies tend to burn bridges too. Be cool, I'm some weird Sith janitor cleaning up someone's mess. I've got my own motives and ambitions wilt beyond all that I do.

Lust is not always sexual and means any desire when strong enough. The first rule of this path is to lust for the result. If your life is boring for years, be cool and stay tough. Kundalini rise with your power for tantra birthed a left handed insult. Don't make chaos out of anger.  Keep calm even when life is rough.

There's an emptiness in weak joys, and The Force can fill those holes. Don't fight your inner demons.  Tame them.  Self?  Embrace it. When times are tough have happy thoughts focused on your goals. When your happy thoughts are destroyed focus on the pain and face it. This gospel of passion is teaching strength not saving souls. Fools speak of passion inaccurately.  Their teachings?  Erase it.

It's all fantasty until TPTB show up finding under the sun things new. Well I'm some kinda New School Sith here in the name of reason to advance and explain this path.  Morality implied here I shew. Better call your boys when sith show up in any time or season. Find many interpretations to this wordplay, and apply wisely to skew.

Many meanings to passion's path are revealed here. This isn't all exclusively sithcraft being described. Sith are monsters, I guess, something humanity can fear. Is that good or bad?  Read a book, man.  It's all been transribed. Passion's path has a peril when your joy is far not near.

When your happy thoughts' failure brings pain, embrace how you feel. Let passion guide you and motivate you to gain strength and power. Don't complain if you're too weak and your karma paid got too real. Learn a lesson, but don't take it personally; let this be our method to the madness with secrets hidden in the sith's deal.

This path's not for everyone, a truth important enough to say twice. Yea, Nobody cares how you feel.  Grin and bear it like a man. Compassion earned from wearing your heart on your sleeve has its price. The path of passion is a proccess not a phase or a flash in the pan. Can't handle a path?  Don't walk it.  Wisdom on this path says be nice. Those who practice meditation on this path when asked to keep calm can.

Now the real price of passion is the joy you can earn from reachings those goals all your happy thoughts focused on. This strong joy others know not is the lesson to learn about fufillment and pride as old as the sun's golden dawn. It's the path of time and energy spent on results for which you yearn.

Here I wilt the laws of passion's lust that I'll make up as I go. From laws of self to laws to enforce to result in harmony. These are passion's only laws beyond do what thou wilt to follow. Call this The Force if you will, but not if you wilt differently. Lust means strong desire of all kinds here showing what we know.

Time is on my side, and are these timeless words that you see? The law of lust is that no lust is forbidden, for better or worse. Self awareness and self control guide you to use The Force properly. If the result of your lust harms the innocent face my passion's curse. Judge a tree by it's fruit to see a Sith's true nature accurately.

Which lust is forbidden depends on the time and place of society. Find those who embrace any such lust shunned like a left hand fate. Harm no man or woman for their lusts if they follow laws accordingly applicable by which they are goverened harming none.  I forbid debate. When chains bind passion's will remember The Force shall set you free. In humanity's New World education does society's beliefs' create.

The word of sin means restriction.  We explained clear enough before. Lust tainted with obsession restricts the purity of free will. Am I being clear enough here?  Explaining passion is my chore. Victory over self and vices requires love so take your fill. The Force frees no one if passion is restricted; A lesson fools ignore.

Welcome to planet earth, a world at war where life's not fair. The Sith path's for warriors, people who seek to create change. This poem's metaphors shows shows a reality to those who are aware. Open The Doors, and tell a tale of how people are strange. With great power comes great responsibility; use The Force if you dare.

The Force can be an imposition of will, so use it responsibly. You can't cast any spell that influences the material plane without altering free will in some way, don't you see? Yet walking the path of passion means accepting more of life's pain. Sith ain't thelemites, Baby, we do as we wilt and will conditionally.

Sith can break chains to earn grattitude from the fish who got away. Give a sith a chain to break and he'll eat for a day. Teach a sith to break chains and find a dangerous game you play. Mastering others is easier than mastering self, a Fool's lesson I say. Haters hate when The Force frees a man or woman's pride for being gay. Fishers of men hate Sith for freeing the slaves shown in my wordplay.

Like Lil Wayne's Fireman Sith are hot even when keeping their cools. I must be filled with passion teaching this gospel of warcraft. The bridges I'm burning and hatred building is hidden from the Fools. I've got a one fingered victory salute for the Fucks now sith wrathed. The hidden historical reference I just made hides my occult tools.

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Twelve Wizard Paths Outside of The Nine Worlds (Poem)

I'm a wizard, baby, meaning a very powerful magickian. I'm a jack of many trades, so this poem details what and how. Here I'll write about a few magickian's trades that apply to my position. After nearly two decades learning magick I'd better know a lot by now. Gaining the magickal power to claim this title takes time to reach in transition.

On my path were many adventures to have and lessons to learn. From reading books to meeting others and exploring the occult therein I figured it out for myself and in time the title of Wizard did earn. Years of learning religious teachings helped me understand being otherkin. Since I was a young boy defying my upbringing for magickal power I did yearn.

The power I have is a result of many factors I don't need to explain. But putting in time and energy to my craft for a long time played a key role. I have thick skin so I don't mind if you view my pride here with disdain. Yet the poetry's here to explain my path not to brag or to try to save your soul. The 12 paths of Wizardry explained here are more obscure to people mundane.

I'm a yogi, baby, and this is some kind of ancient Pagan stuff. This is a time honoured tradition taking more time to apply than to learn. This path requires much patience, time and energy to master well enough. Years of chakras, mantras, mudras, meditation and more will in time power earn. In time weakness fades and strength is gained, and a wise Yogi hides being tough.

Learning from a Koga ninja this Kuji Kiri psychic yoga is how my path will start. Spending years meditating with these mudras, in time I grow strong. Yoga has many uses, and magickal and psychic power gained is just one part. Ignore the doubters and mockers calling my religion fantasy who string you along. Muggles can foolishly assume it all comes from cartoons like Naruto's ninja art.

I can do more than I'll say here; let it an enigma be. Not everything I experience happens while I'm in my body, you see? This transcendentalist religious belief in time proves itself a rational reality. Muggles often just assume others foreign sounding religious beliefs are fantasy. Letting the muggles think it's not real is often a wise strategy.

I'm healer, baby, and more advanced than many. I can fix medical problems other healers and sometimes even doctors can't fix. Hold my hand, feel the energy, and let me free you from any suffering you have with real healing magick, not illusionary tricks. Unlike con artists making money with tricks healing has never earned me a penny.

Empath healing magick described next may be misunderstood too. Speak of your heart's pain, and let me feel an intense amount. I'll cover my eyes to hide my tears, and I could do well to hide that I'm paying a price of pain on your account. If you felt guilty about hurting me you'd never let me heal you, would you?

Now words of wisdom I can speak guiding you on a path new that the energy of your pain gives me the inspiration to share. Now your pain is forever less or gone, because I paid a price of pain for you. The price empath healers pay is much less than the great suffering it can spare. Once this price is paid, there's no more pain for either of us to go through.

I'm a magus, baby, part priest and part mage. I don't preach to the masses; I'd rather use magick to help others. Here we go and here we go again as my pen sets the stage. I'm rollin' with muggles here I for some reason call sisters and brothers. I'm using my magick for some cause here, as life's book turns a new page.

You can call me The Fool, and I can wear many a mask. I live to serve, and my joy is to create joy for others, you see? The deities I work with can help me with many a magickal task. Being a magus is also the path of self, and there's much power in just me. For what reason do some deities help me, but not most humans who ask?

Magi is plural for Magus, and implications of royalty are here. American citizenship requires denouncing royal ranks. Yet the Magus's path is a religious construct, so have no fear. I ain't here to rule and reign.  I just want to earn some thanks. With teamwork muggles can help me fix problems, and happy endings are near.

I'm a necromancer, baby, so don't tell 'em what's true. Don't stab me in the back by being seen publicly expressing to me your love and gratitude for how I used magick to help you. People value my discretion, so don't prove to Fools my power's validity. I'm happy to meet a fan, but I don't desire the public credit that seems due.

In a necromancer's trade being misunderstood is often how it goes. If I show up after sunset in a graveyard I'll bring my tools. Be cool, man.  All I got here is a stick of incense, a bloodstone and a rose. Signs and wonders performed here are kept hidden from the Fools. If you hear the dead hiss or moan as I wake them, stay on your toes.

Muggles, necromancers and the dead all are not very forgiving when some Fool sacrifices an animal in a graveyard. That newb shit pisses off the dead even more than the living. Those Fools piss off necromancers too, making our work hard. I'm there only once to offer any dead willing the contracts I'm giving.

I'm a warlock, baby, an ancient term misunderstood but real. I'll use my power for a good cause and call it doing the thing. The power of war is implied in this word, and I'm the real deal. Let me be occult as I'm guided under a Red Dragon's wing. Tattooed on my back of my left hand is an modified AGLA hexagram seal.

Separation of church and state is a Masonic ideal as is the freedom of religion allowing warlocks to operate. Yet in the occult world there's much hidden in this religious ordeal. As time goes on interpretation of these ideals are open to debate. These balances lacking harmony result in Nobody caring how minorities feel.

To work well with others a warlock needs harmony found working on common ground. The warlock's path has traps, education, judgment and more. If warlock means deceiver does this even mean as it may sound? Who would ever suspect deception to be a humble protector's moral chore? Whether good or evil, eventually every warlock's karma comes back around.

I'm a creator, baby, and like the Ace of Wands I've got the power of fire. Watch me burn bridges faster than you may know with this poem like a pro. My divine, holy, infernal, celestial and gothic flames make creation transpire. I move these flames through 5 primary elements and through more than you know. Fools take a stranger's word unwisely, but fans of my work learn I'm no liar.

When I posted my non-hermetic psychopian elemental system theology online I clearly cited Plato as the source inspiring what I'm parroting thereof. When I don't fit into other mages' labels so called experts pop up to whine. Baby I have access to elements most mages don't, and many aren't even aware of. When it seems wise to do so from time to time I share created power of mine.

Be cool, man, and let the doubters and mockers doubt and mock all they want. Muggles do it most, but it's all arbitrary until they create danger and fear. Interpret my pride on these wizard paths as you will as my talents I flaunt. If you think I'm earning respect by bragging you don't see what's happening here. It's easy to misunderstand the reason behind my rhyme and what I really want.

I'm an occultist, baby, and I study things hidden. The occult hides the magickal, religious, esoteric and things of earthly power. Only so much is found in books, and Fools don't understand the forbidden. I have a couple cards to play, still surprising many by never facing The Tower. Fools rush in where wise men never go for reasons they don't know, no kiddin'.

I've got a weird way of speaking here understood clearly by a few. I'm not the first occultist to be intentionally obscure to most of you. I've got that occult fame in secret circles for better or worse.  Who knew? If you're a fan of my work don't ruin the show explaining this path I go through. Don't judge a book by its cover; in time an occultist's work is paid karma due.

I'm The Fool, The Magus, The Devil and even the Hierophant from time to time. The Magus card comes from the THOTH deck, used by me for reasons unsuspected. If I call myself The Devil would you just assume I live an evil life of crime? The Devil is Rider Waite though, so my chains are often with gratitude accepted. I deal these tarot cards as the lesson of my occult strengths in this rhyme.

I'm a Dog of Reason, baby, so named in the memory of harmony true. We've got memes and shit, and things we do to build a New World. From chaos comes Order, a lesson taught and learned in time and time again too. The occult can be a dangerous thing, yet we've no banner to be unfurled. These wizard-dawgs work for one love for humanity to do the thing we do.

This ain't no criminal organization or some kinda terror shit. This is one of many parts of my greater dreams and ambitions. Membership is by invitation only, so if you're motivated prove it. We ain't thelemites, baby, and with great power comes some terms and conditions. Some want more time to work, and others want more time to Fool around a bit.

I'll share some magick and theology online from time to time. The gospel of figure it out for yourself is dogma as my theology already shew. Dogs of Reason have two commandments in this religion, besides avoiding crime. Seemingly a joke if unexplained, yet truth is hidden in plain site to you. Is the illusion of a joke as real dogma even dispelled to most with this rhyme?

I'm a cyber-mage, baby, like these chaos mages in a way. I've had training and practice on this path I've been on since 2003 when I joined the TIAMAT Cyber-Magick News-list back in the day. I've spent years evolving my craft, and now have things to share for all to see. My joy is to bring you joy so follow me and I'll lead the way.

My cyber-magick is all safe and fun to use, and there's nothing to be afraid of. Free Magick Enterprises gives two projects of cyber-magick. Let my star evolve your heart chakra, and experience new love. Take the red pill, and this devil can even remove your unwanted chains so tragic. No money will be accepted, so forget about the price tag from this devil dove.

Here come the doubters and mockers; Thinly veiled saying: "I'm better than you." I don't have time to be lectured by these Fools that Cyber-magick isn't real. Participate or don't, but Bhakti Yogi say the proof is in the pudding if you do. We did lots of experiments and testing with group input in this TIAMAT deal. I learned a lot and had years of practice to develop cyber-magick that's new.

I'm an alchemist, baby, and I got the mad transformation skills for the physical and spiritual nature of substances, souls and magick too. Sure, man, let the weaker mages brag about the power to destroy and their kills. Alchemy's sacred transformation art is beyond what they know how to do. Like Yoga, this power's about time and effort on this path not cheap thrills.

I'm on a quest to not just learn new magick, but to make it evolve. I'll purify forbidden black magicks citing the great work of the ages as my cause to create that which before did not exist and otherwise unending problems solve. Alchemy's art of creation may come with a price, so beware of that because. To purify the corrupt may corrupt the pure, but balance a price paid to absolve.

With Alchemy I can create joy and harmony, and I like to work for free. Alchemists of old claimed they might turn lead to gold as part of their plan so a King would protect their right to practice and pay their research's fee instead of explaining occult arts involved that matter not to the common man. This misunderstood art involves more and includes transformation spiritually.

I'm left hand path, baby, and yes it's really true. Different people, mostly mages, find different meanings therein. The left hand path most simply put means just to be taboo. What hand is my tattoo on then?  Baby, that's secretly a Talisman. Let's turn back the clock of time to understand meanings old and new.

This term comes from India if you'll study history that far. Originally this insult started to describe Tantric Yoga when first created. The dark ages belief explaining its meaning that left handed people are morally and intellectually weaker than the right has since become outdated. The more things change the more they stay the same until someone raises the bar.

In modern times the left hand insult resurfaces metaphorically. Now embraced by many eager to be shunned by society the left hand path evolves into its own mentality. From a religious reference to basic views on morality the devil is implied on this path either literal or symbolically.

I'm a trickster, baby, and that's an occult magick path. I'll teach you lessons mostly harmless so don't take them personally. If I see chaos I may create order; see my results to do the math. I'm an educational experience; I guess I'm like this inherently. Mistake my kindness for weakness and will you get forgiveness or wrath?

I was born this way, and I'm not going through a phase as others are. When I started calling myself The Fool, that would have been your first clue. I've got metaphors like dark disguises and masks that take me far. I live to serve, and there's a method to the madness; it's true. Pride and humility working together in harmony help trickery raise the bar.

In the occult only so much is learned online or in a book. As an occultist trickster this rule applies to me the same. I'll capture the essence of my story in the poems for those who look. Here lies the story of my path as a Wizard and why this title I claim. These 12 titles of magickal paths explain why the 13th title of Wizard I took.

I'm a Wizard, Baby, just like I said before. I'm a wordsmith here sharing this path with you. As the tale comes to the end of this rhyme's chore the tip of the iceberg has been revealed to view. Muggles may take interest in this poem, or was it just a bore?

I guess doubters gonna doubt and mockers gonna mock. In the end it's always what I do and not what I say that shows my true strength. If you've walked the paths I walk you may better understand that of which I talk. I've got dreams and goals hopefully soon reached at arm's length. In Chinese Astrology not surprisingly I'm born in the year of the cock.

My story doesn't end with this poem, and my life goes on still. There's still more adventures to have, power to gain and knowledge to learn. There's still people to meet, places to go and things to do as I wilt and will. This poem describes the path, but is not in itself how a Wizard's respect I gain. If you wanted to understand my magickal path, this poem shall your wish fulfill

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Harmony's Pendulum of Time (Poem)

Morals shift as time goes on moving from one direction to another. Sometimes the will of the pen and sometimes the sword can start the shift. If the will of the sword starts a shift you'd better run for cover. Yet hide under the protection of the proper wing, and in time humanity uplift.

What's good in one time or Country is evil to those who come from another time or place. Even in the same Country the same is true for not just place but time. What's right becomes wrong, what's wrong becomes right as society's moral changes we must face. Societies change and evolve, even redefining what is and isn't crime.

Remember in days past when Traditional Christian marriage was under attack before? Women who wanted the right to choose who they married were put on witch trials back then. They were tortured until they confessed to being satanists, and put to death with this controlling chore. The new thing about gay marriage's challenge to traditional marriage is the freedom that comes with time's when.

Any Fool can die for a cause, but can you live for one? Can you put in the time and energy, and be prepared to sacrifice? There's a method to the madness of these poems, so pay attention, son. Don't live for a cause if you're not ready to pay the price.

Joan of Arc lived and died for a cause in Gabri'el's name burning alive as a witch calling out to Jesus to forgive those killing her. War is war and drama's not, and she played a dangerous game. From feminism to holy quests, such glory was earned for sure.

In the end Joan of Arch died for refusing to marry a man against her will. Traditional Christian marriage rules say death is the punishment for this blasphemous crime. As we crawl out of the dark ages we should remember that sacrifice she made still. She died for her right marry who she chose, an unforgivable sin for women in her time.

To die for a cause is less noble than to live for one though. To do both, to be sure is a martyr's warrior path. You can call yourself a warrior; a popular trend, I know. But how many such people have been in a real war?  Try to do the math.

People who fight for freedom pay a price, so that you don't have to pay it instead. Even our founding fathers were ready to sacrifice their freedom, properties and lives on the path they tread.

Bold explorers of the left hand path were evil once in time. In history remembered as good as morality shifts like a pendulum. Morals change, societies learn, and shifting perceptions are described in this rhyme creating the old trickster phrase about good and evil, understood by some.

Aristotle speculates morality to be an act of habit in truth. And fully understood this timeless philosophy is valid in true. Morality and good habits are most important to learn during times of youth. Some morality is timeless, but some morality depends on the pendulum's time it moves through.

Bad people are always eager to justify why they're not. Good people aren't good because of fear, but because of love, you see? Yet through the lens of time's pendulum shifting left and right we've got a path that starts with the left hand and moves to the right into time's harmony.

The left hand path most simply put means just to be taboo. Every form of social justice starts with the left hand path resisting the right. Left is right in time, and the New World we're building is too. Time will tell who rises and falls, but somehow someone has to fight.

From Chaos Comes Order, and a timeless lesson is here that humanity learns time and time again. A New World we're building with both love and fear some by the will of sword and some by the will of the pen.

Fools rush in where wise men never go, and a tarot reference be here. If you're not ready to sacrifice and pay a price tread not off a cliff foolishly. The left hand path can be moral or not, and humanity can progress or degress when a shift is near. For better or worse to shift time's pendulum for any reason has a price for all of humanity.

Left wing, right wing, left hand, right hand, shift and shift again. Time's pendulum ticks on and humanity learns lesson after lesson. The lesson of the napoleon spirit-sword is better taught by the pen than by insurrection. Many fight for freedom, and many interpretations apply, good or bad we're guessin'

Well I'll do my part called doing the thing, uniting many as one. I'm happiest in the shadows here; it helps my efficiency. The name of the game is synchronization, and the game's not always fun. So I'll follow my own advice given here, working in the name of harmony.

Well good and evil can be clear cut in many cases seemingly clearly. Yet look through time or just through space to see differences make morality unclear. Harmony is needed, but conflict is too.  These lessons aren't hard to see. Countries divided on different sides of the pendulum are breeding much fear.

How does the story end as warriors fight for freedom on others behalf? Freedom fighters VS Freedom fighters in conflict for freedom called the same. Left or right a tribe mentality prevents understanding of the other half. Fighting in the name of freedom's important, but who fights in harmony's name?

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Black and White (Poem)

Now we see racism in America is still alive in modern day. Now we see the differenes in how our last two presidents operate. Some of us are a little late noticting the racism if I may be so bold to say. So let me paint a picture of things still open for debate.

When it seems black and white many miss the gray. There's now more information with less restriction for humanity than ever before. Something new under the sun, the Internet, enhances humanity's learning today. With democracy and diplomacy our learning curve can soar.

Well a black man is elected President, glass ceiling shattered there. We'll watch the racism on a daily basis show up on the air. Is he a secret Muslim?  Was he even born in the USA? Thinly veiled racism on your mainstream media TV pouring out all day.

Conspiracy theories is what they are, and none of them were true. Accused of not being born in America, how did Obama handle this claim? Such a thing would disqualify him as president, so he'll figure it's important to release to the public his birth certificate to end the racist political game.

What does every conspiracy theory have in common whether true or not? No established institution has validated it yet as true. So in a Democracy we have a system we've always used to retain the freeom we've got. Present the theory on the news to raise awareness and work the process through.

Democrats can you promise to give to President Trump here the same respect Republicans gave to Obama in times past in this rhyme? Do Trump's ties with Russia qualify as treason as people fear? Another conspiracy theory is nothing new; it's just happening to Trump this time.

It's something America's always done to help determine fiction from fact. A Republican Congress had no problem investigating Clinton as clearly seen by all. Congress's 11% approval rating isn't changing anytime soon with how they act. But when it comes to investigating Trump nothing is done and the theory hits a wall.

A conspiracy theory doesn't become less theoretical just becaue it's true. The fact Congress refuses to investigate this doesn't change that rule. For a Conspiracy theory to graduate to fact requires a legit institution to establish proof to the general public, and this balance of power is democracy's tool.

What's new is not that a President is accused of something here. What's new must be the response Trump gave, denouncing CNN as fake news. Now like never before many people may have a legit reason Trump to fear. Left wing and right argue of the interpretation, yet none have walked in Trump's shoes. Was it just an emotional reaction or a challenge to our democracy we hold so dear.

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The Beggar Tax (Poem)

It's just another day in paradise here for me and you. As the bard tells that tale the lesson does ring true. Well death and taxes one can't avoid as a thing to do. Now let me teach a lesson here, a concept that is new.

It's time to pay the beggar tax as another tax due. Participation is voluntary and uncommon to be honest here. So pick your favorite beggars and let the love pour through. Care not what they might spend it on.  That matters not my dear.

Every time you see your favorite beggar give a bit here and there. If they become to manipulative and unfair cut that person off as undeserving. But don't complain about what they spend it on, all expenses are fair. One person's continued generosity like this is so rare it's almost unnerving.

You've planted a seed here and watered it with every tax paid here. To blossom into a manifestation created here in time. It costs a bit yet don't think this tax is wasted as you might fear. As you sow you shall reap is the beggar tax lesson in this rhyme.

Now you have some gratitude and with some beggars go a step more. Take one to a bar, and buy that beggar a beer. Just hang out, just talk, bond a bit, relax it's not a chore. Let love flow back and forth and be then of good cheer.

Well you get something for your taxes, and here I guess it depends on what you want or need and there's no obligation to expect. A new friend, sunshine in a bag, an ear on the street or whatever fate sends. The beggar owes you nothing though, an important rule to respect.

So when you travel out of town the beggar tax don't forget. And when you move into a new hood the same then does apply. Choose wisely then the beggars taxed, but be generous yet. So always pay the beggar tax for this rhyme explains why.

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Something New Under The Sun (Poem)

By: The Magus

There's something new under the sun, dare I say? For thousands of years repetition comes and goes. History's pendulum through time moves that kind of way. Is there then something new under the sun as I suppose?

Call this technology "Internet" around which communication goes. Composed of multiple electronic tools and synchronized connections. Freedom of speech relays importance here I suppose as we bypass barriers of geography, religion, and government, perfect imperfections!

Never in our recorded history have said barriers been removed before. And some hope to build, some to destroy, and occult ambition lies herein. What if world war one was time's lost lesson before history's recording chore? What if having weapons of mass destruction isn't even new just forgotten?

Something new, something new, have we waited so long

to progress as a species out of the dark ages crawling? Now there's new hope in a new world learning of right and wrong. And will knowledge of good and evil fix much in time?  How appalling!

On this rock called earth history repeating constantly's what we get. For thousands of years nothing, but then weapons of mass destruction were new. Now we synchronize a new thing inside what's called "Internet." Social communication, learning systems, and changes humanity goes through.

Now we have a whole new world; what excitement to live in these times. Now we have truth and lies and misinformation as well. Freedom of speech, but libel and slander, and so much more than these rhymes. Mainstream or Internet?  FOX or CNN?  Even our president questions those not questioned before.

So many people and systems connecting together as never before. What will humanity do with this new thing under the sun? So much power we have to crawl back into the dark ages in a single war. What cost might humanity pay for any one Country the world to have won?

Now we're a world full of war, and life here's not fair. And as we enter into a new world and a new age, technology is a key. In time chaos breeds order, so learning's especially important there. We learn the lessons, from chaos to order a new world in time we see.

Harmony we seek and harmony we find, even in conflict and its price due. From chaos comes order, a new world we're seeing through. Who's going to help build it?  Diplomacy says some by me and some by you. What an exciting time to live in the birth of a new world for humanity too.

Well we've got at least one new thing under the sun, maybe two. And a lesson can't be learned if history hides it from prying eyes. And then the winners write the history books, that much is true. Find lies and truths online, in books and in documentaries; discern if wise.

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My Pride and Joy (Poem)

Why I chose this strange video for this post: It’s called “the shoe is on the other foot” when I walk away from the dark disguises as referenced in another poem.  It’s only then people learn this video everyone thought was about me was about them.  We call that Justice, or My Pride and Joy.

Most people want happiness, a path you often find. Some look outside some look within to get what they seek. If I don't have happiness, then I guess I don't really mind. I guess I'm not like most people, so listen as I speak.

Happiness is important to some, to gratify their wants and needs. From sensory gratification to love and affection, they get what they want. And some might just turn within, with positive energy sowing happiness seeds. And yet such things in the end can leave you empty and nonchalant.

See what I seek is joy, meaning happiness that is earned. It's basic psychology don't you see for any human being. When you work to earn your happiness there's a lesson to be learned that you create not happiness but joy and then fulfillment you are seeing.

So life goes on for me, and happiness may be there or be fleeting. Either way it matters not, cause I've got something to prove. I want joy, not happiness, and this must be earned, no cheating. And so I do the thing, and I don't care if you approve.

Well the fulfillment that comes with joy is neither good or evil you see. But joy is always earned whereas happiness is given freely. No matter what your goals or who you are this forumale is true for you and me. But I want to make the world a better place with specific goals, ideally.

Now we come to the forbidden sin of pride on which I speak here. I guess on the right hand path it's about god and not about self. So pride in self must be bad for this god you're told to love and fear. But on my path pride can be vice or virtue, the key is know thyself.

I know enough about psychology to know how ego games work. Pride and humility don't contradict, but go together hand in hand. I may be otherkin, but I'm human right now and in pride dangers lurk. I seek validation in accomplishment and write poems about magick and projects planned.

If I have pride it won't be faith in some intangible spiritual belief. If my self identity is of worth then obviously I can prove it with my powers. If you want to understand me and my motives consider this poem a debrief. Let fools have pride in unproven spiritual things.  Your faith is not ours.

My motives are fulfillment not fame you see, so pay attention to this poem and agree. I want to make the world a better place, but the world doesn't need to know. I live to serve, and to understand me this understanding must be key. So I'll have pride in what I achieve, and much is hidden in what I show.

Now these poems are placed here as I combine religion and psychology. This is the gospel of figure it out for yourself, my cause is to perform. And if I throw theoretical quantum physics into the mix I'll call it theology. I'm here to raise the bar and create a new type of religious norm.

Now I don't need to prove to myself that my magickal power is worthy of pride. I've already seen me do magick that many don't believe is possible or real. My motives here are to achieve and gain the joy I seek and I am my own path's guide. Sure happiness is great but the pride of fulfillment and joy is what I truly seek to feel.

So I'm different sure from the average bloke in how I think and feel. You've no idea the science done to me that creates said deal. And I'm different too from others part of this experiment for real. But understanding the misunderstood is always a difficult ordeal.

I've got some goals and dreams that I haven't given up on yet. And understanding the misunderstood is a harder task to do. Combine the poems to understand, I do the thing to win with God a bet. So I guess you'll never understand the value to me of every secret thank you.

Happiness is over-rated as I've said in the past. As my path continues I gain confirmations here and there. And when I do the thing, like the 8 of wands, I'll work fast. In the end I'm just The Magus, with desires of power to share.

So much of my life won't make it into these poems written. I've got power to share and in the end I hope to show more as I give it. I guess time's on my side as with dreams of joy I'm smitten. If I have usefulness for others, I'll try not to outlive it.

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Harmony's Story of Time (Poem)

Hindu Transcendentalists call the material realm, this game "Maya" which translates into English as illusion. From long ago comes this tale I tell, a story the same about the devil who saved Maya from extinction this truth’s in.

Long ago, in a universe long since gone in time before evil existed, as in the old universe the game of maya was in danger as expressed in this rhyme of being aborted, a problem called "boredom" must end for better or worse.

So one wise being decided to make something new that had never existed before, challenges to the game. He called this thing "evil" and by the time he was through the universe of Maya was saved from extinction in His name.

With good intentions was evil then formed to save Maya from ultimate destruction, Maya transform! Good and evil have purpose to which they're conformed In this is balance, and suffering as part of the game become the norm.

Well there are still places where suffering doesn't exist but the Maya construct that we're playing in isn't one of them though. This basic transcendental story is the history many missed as Abrahamic faiths dominate the world, so Nobody seems to know.

At the risk of throwing pearls to swine, let me tell a secret. 12 is like 7 in power of completion, it's true. Add 1 to rule them all and you have lucky 13's power and keep it. Hidden this gemmetria secret is what hidden Masons already knew.

So I took 12 forms of forbidden magick, evil to the core to purify them all, and create things under the sun brand new. Evil is the New Good, a timeless lesson for which humanity's in store. But if you don't study history you might misunderstand the meaning others knew.

Well good and evil are real, but not in the Abrahamic understanding suffering plays a part, and illusions of sin may seem to dictate good and evil, but this lie to hide truth is demanding. Maya is the real life as we know it, yet we're all really in a dream.

So the balance was ruined long ago, a secret hidden in pain and to this cause to reduce suffering I've set forth to restore. Am I playing all sides?  Am I good or evil?  I continue power to gain with each spell cast, restoring the balance is my chore.

Ba'el'ze'bub get drunk on power, like Hebrew letter Yod. Purified forbidden magick, a sacred infernal gift I give unto thee. You're feeling less like a demon and more like a left hand path God. The purpose though of this magick is that Harmony is the key.

I've seen magickian fools destroying the balance that they claim to restore. I've seen this accusation placed on me by the ignorant galore. Yet I do what I do, and I've done what I've done.  No apologies for this chore. Each spell has meaning and purpose to the cause I'm fighting for.

I've got a star, and shared it's power with many through cyber-magick. Free Magick enterprises shows the power of stellar love. It's all part of Harmony, you see, to make human life less tragic. A dab of magick here and there, and I'm the devil's dove.

Here's a spell and there's a spell, and how does it all connect? I charge no money for my magick, I like to work for free But in that case where my magick makes you rich, a price paid back expect. If you knew the prices I pay for success, would so many challenge me?

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Reverse Love (Poem)

Reverse Love is the game, and you gotta see it backwards to see it right.

Dark side secrets are hidden here, so pay attention and learn. Reverse love moves backwards, and without darkness there's no light. So the secret is seen skew-wise, because with hate love we earn.

Call it hate, this hidden love creation seed. From Westboro Church to Mike Pence, this darkness has cause. The hate and suffering of the innocent must be seen, a need. And without reverse love it remains a hidden because.

Let that which we despise appear then visible. One purpose of reverse love is to remove what's hidden then. Let everyone see the hate, let there be no debate it's not invisible. Because when they hate the innocent, the innocent find love again.

The law of reverse love says how much we need you to destroy yourself in the process of creating all this love. Laws of karma launch, reverse love creates hate too now directed at the one who created all this love with hate, like a devil dove.

Let there be weapons of mass construction, and destroy yourself fool. let your hate be visible, let everyone see the victims now. Shatter barriers, remove lies, reveal the evil with this reverse love tool. Take all the love that was yours and reverse it to those you hate.  Wow!

Reverse love spell moves in reverse; drain all the love from your karma. With all your hatred and bigotry directed at others hate replaces your love. Show your hate, be proud, be strong, reverse love spell seems to harm ya. And now the ones you hate are loved, genius magick, of a devil dove.

Reverse love can remove all the love you have, turn it to hate then. And all the hate you direct at others creates love for them in true. In the process of destroying yourself, you served a purpose again. You are the karmetic sacrifice, karma and love has been drained from you.

Oh this is a secret then of good and evil in time learned. Reverse love serves our purpose though it seems to oppose this cause. Infernal magick secret of shifting perceptions where new love is earned and no reward only punishment to those creating reverse love that created your because.

This dark magick then has purpose as good and evil are skewed to opening awareness and perception and removing illusions used. Is it to draw them away from the Abrahamic faiths, revealing their evil renewed? Is it to create social justice and create support for those who were abused?

The sacrifice doesn't go on an altar, the death is symbolic here. Those who create reverse love sacrifice the love others have for them though. Blinded by their own hatred, revealing the hidden reason victims have fear. It seems it's your fault for being so hateful, and few reverse love's secret know.

Well reverse love’s secret is they serve a purpose that they seem to oppose. It costs them all their love, a sacrifice tarot’s death card symbolizes. And love goes where it goes, for good or evil, but in my hands I propose a cause of making the world a better place, and I’m just full of surprises.