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Guy Debord

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Re: Poetry
« Reply #15 on: April 13, 2015, 01:11:47 PM »
Interesting, Azoetia; I liked the last two lines.

Since you seem to take an interest in the form, let me ask: who are your favorite poets?

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Re: Poetry
« Reply #16 on: April 13, 2015, 08:27:50 PM »

Since you seem to take an interest in the form, let me ask: who are your favorite poets?

I like diverse poetry. My favorite poet of all time is William Blake, but I also like various poems by Robert Frost, W.H. Auden and others...a lot of poets have written a few really great poems as well as a lot of stuff I like less...as with most things I guess; how many truly great works of art is one person going to create?... I like some contemporary poets, but I believe poetry overall is in decline, with too many people writing poetry that references transient cultural trends instead of universal truths.
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Re: Poetry
« Reply #17 on: April 18, 2015, 09:08:09 AM »
My favorite poem of all time is probably Robert Frost's "Acquainted with the Night" or perhaps the correct title is "I Have Been One Acquainted with the Night." In any case it's a great poem and one most Satanists would enjoy. In 2009 I used the rhyme scheme and some of the language to write this poem about the reaction to Barack Obama's election. I'm not really a fan of Obama, but I was intrigued by the hysteria, conspiracy theory-rumor-mongering and outright racism that his election inspired:

I have been one acquainted with the Right.
I have observed their game--their hate and blame.
I have observed theyíre mostly male and white.

I have browsed through their rantings on the Ďnet.
I have left comments on their blogs, with facts.
I havenít changed their rigid minds, not yet.

I have sat still and heard the strident call
of those who claim America is theirs,
despite their losing numbers of last Fall.

Their rumors wild appeal to those who fear
that changing times will leave them far behind.
They wonít go down without a fight, thatís clear.

Theyíll shriek their accusations day and night.
I have been one acquainted with the Right.
"Ain't no burning hell."--John Lee Hooker

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Re: Poetry
« Reply #18 on: April 28, 2015, 12:29:54 PM »
Through the Eyes of Your Cult

One day I had decided after never letting in
those ridiculous thoughts that I would begin
to try and at least see through their view
just how it what it was that they had called true.
They had opened those doors that I had always feared
and the lights shined through windows and a man appeared.
He said, "My son, why do you come to me?"
to which I said "I come only to see."
There further down their sat a pillow
with eyes weeping like a willow.
"Take the eyes, sew them in."
the man had said as he touched my skin.
I had wanted to see, wanted to know
but only today do I have woe.
As time went on I began to see
just why it was that I was free.
Through the eyes of your cult
I find just one result.
That being one of tyranny
all based on hateful fallacy.
It's insane that you condone
those who rape and stone
and the worst is just how you judge
those who only can trudge
through the world cause its hard enough
now I know why were all fed up.
You call ignorance faith
hate, divine
instinct, sin
and lies fine.
Now I unsew my eyes
and follow the wise.
Those that lead without the need
to force false hate as their creed. 

Morality is human instinct and something that differs from person to person.  "Evil", "Good", it is all subjective, dependent upon that person's specific morality.  All human life, regardless of religion, contribution or genetic factors has equal value that is more valuable than all other  life.

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Re: Poetry
« Reply #19 on: April 28, 2015, 09:23:42 PM »
Had to correct something.  Sorry!  It is fixed now.   ;D

Through the Eyes of Your Cult

One day I had decided after never letting in
those ridiculous thoughts that I would begin
to try and at least see through their view
just what it was that they had called true.
They had opened those doors that I had always feared
and the lights shined through windows and a man appeared.
He said, "My son, why do you come to me?"
to which I said "I come only to see."
There further down their sat a pillow
with eyes weeping like a willow.
"Take the eyes, sew them in."
the man had said as he touched my skin.
I had wanted to see, wanted to know
but only today do I have woe.
As time went on I began to see
just why it was that I was free.
Through the eyes of your cult
I find just one result.
That being one of tyranny
all based on hateful fallacy.
It's insane that you condone
those who rape and stone
and the worst is just how you judge
those who only can trudge
through the world cause its hard enough
now I know why were all fed up.
You call ignorance faith
hate, divine
instinct, sin
and lies fine.
Now I unsew my eyes
and follow the wise.
Those that lead without the need
to force false hate as their creed.
Morality is human instinct and something that differs from person to person.  "Evil", "Good", it is all subjective, dependent upon that person's specific morality.  All human life, regardless of religion, contribution or genetic factors has equal value that is more valuable than all other  life.

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Re: Poetry
« Reply #20 on: April 30, 2015, 10:30:31 AM »
Hey, I thought it was ok the first time! I liked the rhyme and flow. I always like poems that tell stories too.
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Re: Poetry
« Reply #21 on: May 10, 2015, 05:39:59 PM »
Any Led Zeppelin fans in the house? I re-wrote the 23rd Psalm for Jimmy Page about five years ago, in line with my belief that "worship" exists in various forms and doesn't necessarily have to have anything to do with "God."


The songmaker is my shepherd; I shall not despair.
His melodies make me lie down in green meadows;
His chords lead me by still waters.
He restores my soul, and leads me in the path of harmony.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of silence,
I will not fear loneliness, for you are with me; your blues guitar
responds to me, your notes like raindrops wash away tears.
You prepared a table for me in the high school cafeteria.
You quickened my pulse; my ecstasy was with you.
Surely comfort and joy will follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the Houses of the Holy, for evermore.
"Ain't no burning hell."--John Lee Hooker

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« Reply #22 on: May 11, 2015, 12:07:03 PM »
Oh I have found one who has allowed
me to scream all my feelings out loud.
Well maybe it was her who
found me but I still look to
her as she looked at me and
she smiled when I held her hand,
because I could not find just
how I needed to adjust
my fingers as they had been
closed.  She then showed me how when
we allowed our fingers to be
intertwined.  I looked at (name)
and I had instantly seen,
in her eyes as they would gleam,
those thoughts that I had had when
I was a lone heathen.
A one most might get rid of.
A one that I can't help but love.


Morality is human instinct and something that differs from person to person.  "Evil", "Good", it is all subjective, dependent upon that person's specific morality.  All human life, regardless of religion, contribution or genetic factors has equal value that is more valuable than all other  life.

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Re: Poetry
« Reply #23 on: May 12, 2015, 05:55:06 PM »
I thought that was a sweetly romantic poem, Lizardman.
"Ain't no burning hell."--John Lee Hooker

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Re: Poetry
« Reply #24 on: May 16, 2015, 10:00:32 PM »
Lilith, I don't want to quote the entire poem, but I found your second poem wonderful. Thanks for making this thread! I'll find some things to share as well.

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Re: Poetry
« Reply #25 on: May 16, 2015, 10:04:33 PM »
This one is called 'Love's Disappointment'

She is staring at me
Her hips are calling me forward.
Her light blonde hair
Invites my touch
I am more than surprised
By her dark blue eyes
And her smile
Which makes me feel right at home.
Her skin is so smooth
And her jawline so cut
To grab the attention of the mind.

My heart has stopped.
My jaw has dropped.

But as it is with all relationships,
I am left only with disappointment
When I find
That my blow-up doll
Looks nothing like
The picture on the cover
Of the box.

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Re: Poetry
« Reply #26 on: May 17, 2015, 11:11:59 AM »
Ha, ha, enautopas! The package rarely reveals what's in the box...can reality ever match fantasy?

Here's another poem that's a bit Satanic; I titled it "Strike a Match":

Iím a troublemaker; I start trouble.
If youíve got chutzpah, Iíve got double.
I say the things that you only thought.
I do the things you donít, but ought.
I strike the match, I light the fire;
then I take a step back
and let the wind blow it higher.
Weíll burn down the old regime;
weíll burn it to the ground.
But it all started with barely a sound.
I only said the word that no one else would say,
first whispered in the night, then shouted in the day.
Now the chant is sung, by 10,000 marching people,
whose chorus will drown out the litany of evil.
"Ain't no burning hell."--John Lee Hooker

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Re: Poetry
« Reply #27 on: May 18, 2015, 02:48:08 PM »
I'd say VERY Satanic. What I like about this is that it expresses optimism in Satanism which I don't think people really come to know. We are not a 'doom and gloom' religion, but a hopeful one of liberation. And as this poem suggests, it can be started with just one whisper.

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Re: Poetry
« Reply #28 on: May 20, 2015, 11:34:51 AM »
REALLY like the poem Lillith.  Especially today, as I feel rebellious. 
Morality is human instinct and something that differs from person to person.  "Evil", "Good", it is all subjective, dependent upon that person's specific morality.  All human life, regardless of religion, contribution or genetic factors has equal value that is more valuable than all other  life.

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Re: Poetry
« Reply #29 on: May 20, 2015, 04:23:40 PM »
Hmmm...missed this little gem of a thread before! Incidentally, love your poetry Lillith!

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Iím a troublemaker; I start trouble.
If youíve got chutzpah, Iíve got double.


Not sure why, but this part of the poem reminded me of these guys:



Prepare for trouble!! Make that double!!  ;)

Anyway, I don't really write poetry. I usually stick to short stories. This is one of two poems I have ever written. It is not Satanic. I have been living with PTSD for about 8 years now. This was written during a particularly rough night.

The Nightmares of Her World

She holds her head in her hands as she tries to erase the nightmares of another sleepless night.
Every exhausted bone in her body desperately wants to sleep, but she's scared to close her eyes.
She thought she was free of the demons that haunt her night after endless night.
She thought she was saved, but her world still falls apart.

Her world.
That which by any other name would still fade completely.

Her world.
Blue eyes seeing only darkness.
Black soul slowly turning to stone.

Her world.
An explosion of terror and rage. Two emotions, dangerous on their own. Even more so together. Two merciless emotions that destroy and conquer her ever breaking world.

Her world.
A rollar coaster ride of conflicting emotions. Emotions with no name, but she can feel them. Quick, describe them before the cars fly off the track! Too late....she couldn't describe them anyway.

Her world.
A stream of confusion that threatens to pull her under. She swims against the current and goes nowhere. The waves are too strong; they push her back. She's drowning in her confusion.

She grabs on to a thin, fraying string. The only thing left that holds her world together. Don't break it! She'll be gone forever.

Did her world look like this three months ago?
Did her world always look like this?
She doesn't remember.
She closes her eyes and pleads: Don't let me remember!

She breathes easier now. Her heart stops racing. No! Don't wake her! She's had a long night and it isn't over yet. The rotting fragments of her world will test her again.

She's dying inside.
Will anyone save her?