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SubMissions
Poetry

Do what thou wilt is the whole of the Law.

What We have here is another eddition ov SubMissions.
This time We will deal with the affair ov purple prose witch some call poetry.
Sure I could babble on about what the sayd subject is or isnt,
& even more verbosely on how Im so great at it.
Ill leave that to the experts & poseurs while here keeping it simple.
The poems below consist ov pieces previously published over the years
in Our local publication, Talons,
including a few extras performed @ midnuit readings.
I have left the fonts & formatting as they originally occurred.
Hopefully something will delight &/or disgust you,
the latter sadly all too easy in Our current world.
So much for polyticks, on to the poetry.
Njoy

Love is the law, love under will.

WLLM
WLLM666@yahoo.com
Lovingly Dedicated
To
Sir Edward Alexander Crowley

The Poet
Bury me in an nameless grave!
I came from God the world to save.
I brought them wisdom from above:
Worship, and liberty, and love.
They slew me for I did disparage
Therefore Religion, Law, and Marriage.
So be my grave without a name
That earth may swallow up my shame!

LEE JOHN PRESS

10-7-96
1993
22 Stanzas
4TI8
AL1
ALchemy
All Pakistani Hero
Deus est Homo
Draining the Sap
Effulgent
Emeth
Etienne de Sissi was no sissy
Final Solutions
Good Wex Wammell Hunting!
Great Will
Hiding or Hunting
HomeWork
HomeWork #88
I Am A Bad Man
I Am Better Than U
I AM FREE
I came into loves house
I Did Not
I Did Not Come Back
I Dont Understand Why
Initiation
KSP*
KTP*

Lesbian Kisses
Lesser ov 2 Evils
Lost Tale
Luna
Me
Mein Eyes
Meine Hospice Cholia
My Mind
Nighttime Emanations
Now I lay me down to sleep
Peacocks
People Say
pi
Prelude to a Prayer
Simile Screams
Some say
The Godspiel
They Keep Calling Me
TO MY CRAPULOUS CONTEMPORARIES
Trees
Twas the nite b4 Crowleymas
U Dont Want Me To Lead
Veils
Why?!
WOW
WWaTD?
Yule Tidings

10-7-96
Adrift within the chaotic waves of the Abyss
I cry "Save me my Goddess!"
Her soft whispery response lost in the rush of the Sea:
Lost is her cry "To me! To me!"
Instinct takes over, Man now becomes Beast,

"Come unto me is a foolish word, for it is I who go!"

The NuMan has regained his might,
Remembering His power, Bearer of the Light!
The Void is filled by the radiance of a million sons
Blazing knowingly with the Essence of the One.
Redeemed and enlightened, salvation reclaimed for the shells,
The Conversation is Remembered: We feel Power saves.
I AM NOTHING without Her,
A mere shell longing to be filled whole.
I AM NOTHING within Her,
Joining the twain, body and soul.
My Will is to attain;
The breaks building girders
To fortify my resolve;
Love dissolving all the pain.
The Bearer of Light blackened by his burden,
Cast out amongst the shells.
The Vessel of Night scorned by her lovers,
A true marriage of Heaven and Hell.
Frater WLLM

1993
Where am I?
Everything seems hazy and clouded.
Who am I?
Why can't I see?
The ether smells acidic laced with sulfur,
the ground moist, blanketed with moss
except for a circle of blackened grass.

What is grass, acid or ether?

Who am I?
Vision is blurry, unfocused.
What is vision?
Where am I?
Look around.
A blasted willow tree behind me,
the drooped canopy still smoldering,
dripping with rain.
Tree, forest, outdoors, rain-got it.
But who am I?
Some form of ID.
what's id?
Identification.
driver's liscense, Social Security card.
What is liscense or SS?
Remember-will, focus, direct.
Pockets, clothes - I'm dressed
check for a wallet.
Found-several pieces of worthless green paper,
with smaller pieces of hard paper slid inside.
Plastic cards within a leather skin.
A name, find a name!
Who the hell am I!?
What is hell?
And why can't I remember anything!?
Finally, an image with scribbles, writing, words-I can read!
Feel face to compare with image.
Yes, raise it closer to finally see.
That's me!
I was,
I am Will,
William!

EDD

22 Stanzas
In youth I was known for my Ware hugs, - a
making the largest girth woman sigh.
Who knew such strength
could come from someone as I.
Things have changed since then,
but in the end my soul will win.
An unsymmetrical abomination
Cast on this soil ov desolation.

I can not hug those women again,

as I can not hug another human.
I accidentally died again yet still do not believe in chance
As Job to my deity I have never blamed my circumstance.
I
I
I
I

can not hold my beloved,

can not play with my kin.
am not cursed or profaned
am forever enflamed! Amoun.

I can not do my duty as One ov the Left Hand,

touching the lowly abodes as directed.
Nyasa can not be accomplished correctly
Without Annux-On-Amoun as proxy.
I can not be an alpha male,
I am ugly and scared.
Unlike the Juwes however - b
If there be a heaven I will not be disbarred. - c
I can not pump my love from above,
Though it does equate with my humanitarian position.
I can lie though in the Dead Man's Condition
And can await the dew 2 descend long time as We love.
I can still love but it must be willed,
A sacred nuptual We must fulfill.
Every sperm is sacred, every egg is great
I create egregores, thought forms, when I masturbate.
Do I reveal the sacred?
I can not if I do not know.
Into the Mysteries I have been Initiated
So as Prometheus I bring fire below.
Be as I and be a Ware!
Do not fall in love with Elementals!
Ov what you wish be aware!
Least it is the Devils Ass you kiss!
I feel like a Walk-In,
this soil is strange again.
That witch does has remained
'My own Will is ended, For Will hath attained.'
To the meek I do not shun,
by your blood all wars will be won.
I can not help you bodily or I would

Maybe My Knowledge can be used for your good.

I can not physically do a lot ov things,
as I sit up on my hill.
In heart verily I am a Hermit
And daily interpret My Gods Will.
That is my purpose and I will not be ashamed,
maybe not yours but it is deity I proclaim!
Deity in you and yew - d
You say you know this and what do you do?
What do you do?
Pray four, five, six times a day?
What!? You do not pray?!
You run about as children in play?!
Let thine eye be single be thy mantra,
your tools ov discipline Ceremonial or even Tantra.
Four one sympathetic purpose come together
Be aware and balanced by M.A.A.T.s black feather.
Am I being unclear?
Do you not see with your ear?
I can not openly shew Truth found
My hands are physically & proverbially bound.
We are all symbiotic 2 Our relations,
viruses leaching off existence.
Parasites, rise up and pursue with persistence
The Law witch will unite all nations!
I can not do this or wish I could,
if you think this my message has been misunderstood.
If I were in charge the foundations would quake
I would make Gods knees shake!
It is not my intent a religion to found,
it is my WiLL two tear their institutions down!
Buddha, Mosheh, Yehoshuah, Mohammed, Lafayette,
Following your dogma your sheep will regret.
I
I
I
I

can not do my will 4 it is not 4 the better,

know the spirit & understand the letter.
am grey, a unity ov the two
Am Nothing, a Star born ov the blue.

I can not make, care or even want you to believe me,

go out and find your Will 4 yourself!

Do It Everyday and be free - D.I.E.

Or loose this hooretical writing on some back shelf.
knoetes
a - Mothers maiden name, grandmothers is Law
b - (and 2 others) - Abramic trilogy others being X&I
c - i.e. no orthodox burial w/piercings, scars, or tattoos
d - humans & animals/eso & exo/ initiates & non
WLLM

4TI8
This will re-discover the eternal Church ov Man,

It will be filled eternally with Our joyous rapture.

This temple is forever erect,
Its spire will ascend the height ov Our desire.
This corner-stone will be that of bone,
Its strength will be Our strength.
This tomb will be the womb ov Our love,
Its religion will join Us in orgiastic dissolution.
circa 1985
635

AL1
AL1 I come,
AL1 I go.
AL1 n btween,

& AL1 AL1.

Not by chance,
but by choice.
Not 4 ALl,
but 4 me.
AL1 I am.
AL1

ALchemy
Red male Lion,
White female Eagle,
her retort receives his blood, Elixir.

Steeped n the solvent menstruum ov the White Eagle,

their First Matter is mixed, mingled, united.
The effluvia ov the Lion & the Eagle is Love under Will,
Original, sinless Creation.
Food 4 Gods.
Transubstantiation by imagination, aspiration, inspiration,
& that Holy Fire witch is called Ecstasy.
The Magickal Opus ov the lowly Puffers Art,
transforming & transmuting ALl,
revealed?
Sex in uno, per nomen septum in uno,
ARARITA.

All Pakistani Hero

Pervaiz Mahsi
Gather rounds my friends

& let me tell U the tale

ov a poor, illiterate, Christian janitor,
Pervaiz Mahsi.
A simple man from Pakistan,
yet a hero all the same.
The story yes is sad,
what happened October 20th
@ the International Islamic University n Islamabad.
Synchronized suicide blasts rocked the campus that day,
killing 6 n a cowardly way.
1 bomber barged into the women-only facility from the yard,
pathetically disguised as a woman, wearing a colorful shawl.
After fatally shooting the guard,
1 man blocked his way.
Our hero,
Pervaiz Mahsi.
He could have ran, or even helped the attacker,
there were only grrls & women w/n the cafeteria, no matter.
But brave Pervaiz stood his ground @ the door,
protecting the females nside.
The bastard bombers last resort,
his murderous mission ncomplete,
was blowing Pervaiz & himself n2 bits,
killing each nstantly @ the entrance ov the girls' cafeteria.
50 students saved.
All that remains ov the incident
r pockmarks n the pavement
where the ball bearings blasted.
That, & the memory ov a man,
a poor, illiterate, janitor,
leaving bhind a shocked, yet proud family.
His reward, if there can b such a thing?
1 million rupees 4 his family,
roughly $12,000 2 U & me,
4 his bravery & sacrifice.
While not 72 virgins as the suiciders say,
actually 72 white raisins btw,
his memory will remain.
W/those he left & the grrls he saved,
the country he loved & U now.
Pervaiz Mahsi,
All Pakistani Hero.
Know, a hero 4 all.

Deus est Homo

Is Latin 4

God is Man.
There r no Fates, Destiny or a Divine Plan.
All is the squaring ov the circle.
Orientalists call it Tao,
Masons Ordo ab Chao.
N the end xistence means nothing,
xcept @ the . ov the xperience.
Homo Sapians as Us have only been 4 200,000 years.
If volkes only knew how short Our time is
Every1 wood shed a trillion tears.

Draining the Sap

Your sex makes me sick!

You could be so powerful

And yet you love, or think you love,
The lowest of the low!
You want to change Us
And yet you say you love Us as We are?!
Liar!
Thats not your real agenda!
Thats not your real hair color!
Thats not your real face, breasts or height!
Liars!
Sugar and spice and everything nice?!
Thats the millions of molested boys buggered by your Priests!
Forgotten, turned into Bastards,
Unable to tell you their past for their shame.
Damn you, damn you all to hell!
Mothers, grandmothers, and great grandmothers!
Whores who have sucked dicks in the dirt!
Fathers, grandfathers, and great grandfathers!
Weak men who project on their sons their own hurt!
You have made Us into slackers, drunkards, or worse!
Unable to be ourselves!
Unable to be Men!
You who have castrated Us to the point of self-loathing!
It is now even amoral to be heterosexual!
Torture now turned into pleasure for tormented souls,
Dis eased death as lemmings off a cliff!
You would rather befriend an estrogen-laden male
Than fuck a real Man!
That witch you can not know!
120
I have seen what you do to Men, to me:
Make them beat you to shut you up,
Yourself upon a cross!
Trust me, I know this dual crime:
Called domestic abuse before your time!
This has made me what I am, was and will be forever more.
I have stopped the violence!
I have broken my lineal curse!
I have accomplished my reason to be!
What is left?
Is there anything worse?
Yes, to be an abomination in desolation.
Not an empty space,
but knowing eternity @ your disposal,
bored.
I who have been the first and will be the last am bored!
Earth and heaven are both abhorred,
to me!?
The doors ov Castle Nevermore loom before me,

My basalt abode before the Abyss.

I am finally home,
And earthly existence I will not miss.
Polymous

Effulgent
Who am I

From where have I come

My house is unknown
And no where is home
In idyllic Patsifan youth
I lived by the mighty Meremac
Where tales ov sasquatch & witches abound
Deep in the Ozarks, no where found
Aside from Our many out of state adventures
Showing studs and bitches
My family would take in the local surroundings
One reason, my parents had come
One was very popular, though disturbing now to some
Between the village ov Steel and the town of Saint James
Was a well and a tree from where a nigger was hanged
I do not mean to blasphemy or profane
But have lived my hole life in the state of Twain
In no way is this my belief
But by Marks greatness I have literary relief
So back to the point w/o further a due
A human female was murdered
By volkes just like you
Sure times were different
And it was a wilderness town
But behavior that is abhorrent
Has happened everywhere, in every town
It is not environment
It is not genetic
It is will
As Popeye and the Mosaic god sayd
I am what I am
Most need only a reason or uniform to kill
While others do it just for the thrill
What btw was the poor womans crime
For having a white mans baby before societys time
This hypocrisy and idiocy was one ov many
Forming my impressionable world
Assuring my position outside
To watch existence unfurl
Was it all a ploy
Something formalized when Iwas a boy
We choose to be here
There is no accident
If it were
I am the greatest Magus

Emeth

I will not tickle your asses with a blood red rose,

but preach to you through purple prose.
I am here to tell a bit ov the truth,
Something I found while others say I squandered my youth.
I know my satan, my adversary!
I am the voice howling in the wilderness,
resounding through the universes,
all while sitting in silence.
While your world turns around
A million million suns die out and burn away.
Remember monkey man,
Thou art but mortal.
Eight more years the Mayans say,
Half that has past since the vaulted Y2K judgment day!
Ranting and raving is all he can do,
For one mind is made ov the many
As the oceans re erect in morning dew.
How can infinite voices all be heard,
Or genius survive the hate ov his herd?
Even gods must die,
Only man can laugh at his lie.
There is no big brother deity making a list and checking it twice.
The only old bearded god who sat physically up on high
Was the ivory and gold Grecian wonder Zeus,
What the cunning cabalists called the elemental, unpronounceable lost word,
Amoun silently stolen, the ineffable black Lord,
korrected and christianized Jehoshuah, a mythical, magickal man made god,
Anthropomorphized rose and rod.
We are one in unity and division,
There is no right or wrong in any decision.
Jacobs ladder is scaled easily by a skilled seaman,
Yet the same can be said ov a multitude ov salmon.
The point?!
There is no point, there is no circle, and there is no between or beyond.
Death begins on conception, but that is life.
Every second simultaneously there is rape, love, murder, birth, and many more horrors and miracles that
no one should ever know or see,
By dualisms definition that is the way this world must be.
Mans curse and cure Free Will is to blame,
As long as there are those who would brutalize the lame.
There was no war in heaven,
It still rages on!
We all know what I say is true but no one will say it,
but god dammit, ignorance must die!
God speaks to me and she laughs at mans lie.
Do It Everyday!
Etienne de Sissi was no sissy
The Templar great marshall supported a total break from the papacy

And was excommunicated for his heresy.

The Order took arms against poor urban iv the pope,
who literally died from fright as there was no hope.
Fret not dear friends, clement IV immediately followed,
dutifully absolving our great marshall.
All was well again in the land,
It was not time yet for fair French philiipe and the weasly bastard pope bertrand.
Sir William

Final Solutions
So, it has come 2 this.

The mindless mob controlled nvisibly over a distance,

like some remote, needy drone,
by idiots n idiot boxes
plus payd, prejudiced, pretend pontiffs.
Bad magic ndeed, not 2 mention several Ps,
duping the defeated crybabies n2 a lather,
w/only half truths & puerile blather.
Human error repeating itself again, & again,
ignorance ad nauseam I know.
So, what is a man, wombman, child, beast & planet 2 do now, w/o fear?
As Jean Luc himself once proclaimed,
the line must b drawn here!
If u blieve n government run Death Panels,
take the cool aid.
Drink the cool aid.
If u blieve President Obama is Hitler,
take the cool aid.
Drink the cool aid.
If u blieve President Obama is an illegal alien,
& who isnt really, We & even Our Brother Indians r,
take the cool aid.
Drink the cool aid.
If u blieve any ov the other bullshyte these crazed, crony hacks preach,
that lame old devil legerdemain, practiced political prestidigitation,
or sleight ov hand 2 the uninitiated congregation,
take the cool aid.
Drink the cool aid.
4gotten, as always, as if pushed under a bad rug,
r the little things, kinder-kinde, though not 2 them.
Our small clarion call still sounds, 2 all children ov kind Man.
If u blieve n drug criminalization,
smoke some weed & get over it.
Wood your god make some thing if it was not good?
Dont bogart the burning bowl though.
To turn one hemp-seed from its proper use
is to disturb the balance of Nature.
If u blieve Man does not affect his nvironment,
take the cool aid.
Drink the cool aid.
Or wait & do nothing.
The cool aid is faster.

If u blieve n constant war & silent violence, far away & @ home,
take the cool aid.
Drink the cool aid.
What r we ever fighting 4?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
some1 elses next stop is Afghanistan.
If u blieve young girls should b child brides, or worse, out there or here,
or boys similarly cloistered & abused,
take the cool aid.
Drink the cool aid.
Please, take 2.
Better still, let your victim or victims kill U.
These r all but branches, offshoots,
nay, loose dead leaves, ov the tree called ignorance.
The plumb line must b, is, drawn.
By knowledge, razor wit & continual attack ov will,
cut Truths foliage foe 4ever free from its blasted base.
The writhing, rotten roots will wither away.
Not by the light ov some vaulted promised day,
but from the flames brought about by the joy ov doing.
If u blieve some tribal god hates fags,
caused Katrina
plus past, present & future disasters & tragedies,
some good god n deed 1 must question,
take the cool aid.
Drink the cool aid.
If u blieve n any tribal god,
Yahweh, Jehovah, Allah, Moroni, Jesus, Zenu or any other boogieman by another name,
take the cool aid.
Drink the cool aid.
If u blieve I am serious, @ least on some ov what I have sayd,
take the cool aid.
Drink the cool aid.
The world & I will go on, & on.
Aber, this I say proudly & w/o any regret:
If u blieve Beyonce had 1 ov the best videos ov all time w/Single Ladies,
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE KANYA,
take the cool aid.
Drink the cool aid.
Do not blame poor ol man Hennessey, jackass!
As it is not a federal felony to speak about hunting Gubernatorial Candidates,
yet I think,

I present
Good Wex Wammell Hunting!
Uncle Elmer says b very, very quiet,
Were Hunting Wex Wammell!
Far up Idaho way,
a gem ov a state some say,
where the women r men
& their men r happy?
Darn right theyre happy!
Happy around men?
Whenever they can,
n packs or by 2s 4 puberty rituals,
they go off as card carrying NRA maenads n2 the mountains,
compensating with Fire powered penises.
It only costs 11.50 a tag now
2 kill a wolf n the once great Pacific Northwest,
far from the 1s n old grandmothers tales.
But if you dont want 2 kill an animal already on the down,
from under population, disease, or general lack ov habitat & resources,
then man is the next best bet!
Strike higher, not lower.
Some Idahooligan actually shouted Obama tags!
Wascally Wex Wammell wavered,
We'd buy some of those.
He actually sayd it, & w/o a sheet & hood!
The hunt is on, though never 4 the good.
Esto Perpetua (Let it be forever)!
But y go 2 DC I say,
where Idadopes have no jurisdiction.
How about Rammell tags?
Yah I sayd hunt Wex Wammell!
Easy 2 track while running his Gubernatorial race I must add.
I would give U his address, but that might make him mad.
What is good 4 the goose is good 4 the poor proverbial gander.
The job U dsire Sir requires U 2 lead, not 2 pander.
Shame, shame Wex Wammell,
shame U 2 your false hell.
Soon the children from your sad state will chant assassinate Obama.
Witch they did n November after the election, n Wex Wammells hometown.
Is Hysteria now Ringmaster & Truth the Clown?
Im w/Uncle Elmer on this 1,
& already own a gun.
Plus, there is no tag yet 2 buy it.
So, b very, very quiet,
Were Hunting Wex Wammell!
Great Will

The impossible has occurred:

The Eld of the All-Father has awakened.
Alone on Lonely places,
dreaming of lovely faces,
The Spirit encircles the Mountain.
Nascent rumbles arise from beyond noise,
Natura answers Her readiness.
From the 4 corners come the winds,
whirling and yearning an insatiable end.
The barriers of sound break,
krak
Lightening strikes,
two poles unite.
Sweet sulpher scent lingers in the air,
The smell created by one pair.
As fast as It be came,
So much so It be cum.
Creation aborted,
love unwilled.
WLLM

Hiding or Hunting
Hiding or Hunting,

witch do I do?
Hide n plain sight,
as poets, writers & eremites
usually, or naturally, do?
Or hunt n the night,
ravishing a not so maiden,
after she blows, out the light?
Witch r U?

HomeWork
What do you automatically think ov when I say SS?
Take a moment.
Do you think the Schutzstaffel or the Silver Star?

What do you think your answer says about you?

Wake a moment.
How do you see the world through your ganglionic glasses?
What connections do you make while asleep or awake?
What meaning do you describe them, if any?
Do you share your vision with another or the many
or keep it tucked next 2 hope within your heart?
Are you an Arrivist or recidivist,
Revolutionary or terrorist?
Worse even - cynic, poet or critic!?
Oh why do I bother, Oh why do I ask?
It was on the list so I had tu accomplish the task.
WLLM

HomeWork #88
God-form Assumptions
Randomly choose a factual historical figure.
Write from their perspective.
See if another can guess the persona.

I Was
I have realized my worst fear:
I was the most hated man on this planet.
No, I wasnt the wickedest man in my time,
though I wish I was.
I have been on Time more than any other person;
Fords, Kings, Queens, and Kennedys came to my birthdays!
I who made the world gasp.
I did what I was told,
damn those who shirk from their shame.
I, I alone am to blame?
The Pope blessed me! Us!
The ruling religion!
My hands are clean!
They and the Americans clipped the paperwork!
I did what they told me,
What I was taught!
Look at me and look at yourselves!
I have done no wrong!
I was made to do this,
To be this!
I am Azraels sacrifice!
The christos lamb upon the cross.
Yes I skewed it, but so have you!
Becoming cannibals instead ov eating yew!
You think I wanted to kill millions?
Stalin and Mao killed more than I!
If I would have had some lithium
Youd hail and preach my name into the Emperium!
But you curse me!
David is enemy to the Philistine,
As any old god is a demon to the new religion.
I never killed an innocent person!
I never killed an enemy knowingly in war!
Am I my Brothers keeper?
Am I to blame for their words?
In my world they killed Christ!
That is what We were taught!
I walked everyday under the swastika to church.
I was a vegetarian!
A war hero!
Chaste!
I proclaimed what the jewish prophets ordained!
I held the spear ov Longinus as I accomplished the christian Revelation!
The World changed after my rule!
Greater than Alexander!
Am I to blame?!

Know!
I was only the vessel!
I wanted to be an architect!
An artist!
I wanted to be polymous!
An unextended AD (eddie) as I was in youth.
But know:
Someone had to do it!
Someone had to taint their name in blood.
As I would rather rule in hell,
I would rather be infamous than famous.
There is a difference between being violent
and being driven to violence.
I am not a violent man.
But you are as ants to me;
Pawns upon the chessboard ov Titans!
I see in thousands ov years,
days to the gods.
I transmitted the first signals to space!
I will be first contact!
You will die unremembered!
And so will I in my prayers.
I live eternally for my curse,
But witch is worse:
Being & knowing this or being nothing?
Would you carry this burden?
Would you bear the cross?
Fore the one you and I have hated
Am I,
Was I.
I was not evil,
Existence made me live.
If it were not for me
How would you judge genocide?
You could read American, Biblical or Mans history,
But then youd see there are worse than me!
I was just recent, a mere 65 years!
There have been and are more holocausts coming,
Many more unborn will shed crimson tears.
There will be worse than I,
as it vexes God It made Man.
What I did not realize is this:
The opposite ov purity is corruption.
The more pure, the more corrupt.
The more I invoked God the greater Devil I created.
I read the letter and understood not the spirit,
I trusted and delegated to those with their own agendas,
With their own dis ease.
I was sick and no one would see!

Please do not make the same mistakes as me,

Bastard children ov my bowels.
By whatever divinity you call holy, please!
I accept my fate,
I have overcome hate.
I will be forgiven as Job forgave God.
I, a chance cast clod, will not be forgotten.
Though I wish I was.
WLLM

I Am A Bad Man
WiLL
i
aM
But what am I
This body

39 years now
Is this me
Yes
&
Know
I am nu though
or am I
ALmost a decade
since actual death
or birth
Am I the same
As I Was
Know
I am ugly & scared
now
I had the body ov a Greek God
& the mind 2 match
then sudden death
by accident
12.01.01
I had 3 Paths
Go straight n2 the Light
& die
Go left & reincarnate
b aware ov couples copulating n coffins btw
Or rite
knowing what was ahead
My answer
I am not done yet!
&
here am I
a 1 armed Man
trying 2 tend my Garden
as best I can
witch mends me
no thought ov a Self
I sacrificed that self
an unknown eremite
But
Will b my Way
b4, now & after
I write this
Not knowing
Who or What
I am
Or Will b
but Will
to others
& myself

4 now
& from now
That I will tell
ALl that I know
Is that some say
I Am A Bad Man
( 2.3.10)

I Am Better Than U
I Am Better Than U
Says the lowest ov the low.
Degrees, titles & possessions
All 2 fill your hole.
Pathetic, pretentious pedagogues.
Hiding your poverty ov heart
Your empty no-thing w/n,

Know sight ov a soul.

I Am Better Than U
If more agree w/me
& the louder We say it the better!
Put it n a book & make it sacred word,
nforce it by fire & sword,
better bet by bullet & bomb.
Better 4 every1 though
If U beat Us 2 the tomb.
4 n your own words,
who lives by the sword
will die by the sword.
Hopefully your own.
I Am Better Than U
Bcause I am prettier & better looking
Yet hidden nsecurities & anxieties
Luckily lurk w/n
Like purging, anorexia, diet pills & steroids
Or painting tainted toxins tested on animals
Caked on & cracked lines like a cosmetic death mask.
Worse still
drunken &/or drugged date rape.
Fleeting beauty asks
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Whose the neediest ov them all?!
I Am Better Than U
Bcause my mommy & daddy give me $
Listen 2 me, listen 2 me
C me, c me
Wa wa wa
What better an argument 4 spanking & the draft!
I Am Better Than U
Is what some say & wish n2 the mirror
2 themselves
so they can b
better
not better than U or any
1 or thing
just better
4 theirselves, & the many.

I AM FREE
I AM FREE from man's law,
I AM the Star,
in the World but Not of It.
No Man can control me.
I AM FREE from anal commands and moral hypocrisy.
I AM FREE to experience anything that incurs

merit to my own moral and ethical beliefs.

My beliefs are those of the Ancients,
those who have carried the burden of
Truth and the Sacred Law.
They have suffered for my sins;
They have endured for my betterment;
They have died for my chance at Re-Birth.
I Shall Endure til the end, Perdurabo,
like my Master before me.
I shall rise before the dawn and become
the Son of Light, that witch follows Darkness,
Aye O, that witch follows Darkness, preceding Dawn.
I AM Heylel ben Shachar,
Son of the Dawn, Lord of Darkness, Lucifer.
I AM the Star that shines in the night sky,
Ever shining through the light of day
to be Reborn in the dusk, the night.
I have been at the heart of truth since
the Dawn of Time, and I will be present
through all the ends and inceptions of
Cumming Aeons.
Some will curse me, some may suppress me,
but I AM ever diligent,
Ever shining in the hearts and
Above the heads of Man.
635

I came into loves house and found it a barren landscape,

the mistress seemed away.
I invoked her name but alas all was the same.
Then from above a blue egg gently came down
whilst within was what seemed the Lady,
long, childish locks veiled the form.
A light envelops me as my surroundings fall away,
or do I rise? There is no change of pressure
or distortion of space.
There is nothing.
Adrift among rippling nebulous eddies

the blue has become the absence of black.

I come onto a velvet red shore, not conscious of a self,
the mind swirling as if weary from a journey.
Something is different, aside from this vision,
I and the light are not two, there is no division.
Again, there is nothing,
a vast, boundless no thing.
A shimmering column of limitless light suddenly blinds me,
the solar flared.
I stretch forth my hands to test the lustral abyss.
The light envelops me again, moving slowly up my arms.
Exhilaration enlivens me.
Memories of defiantly leaping into the void well up
as when diving into a pool.
I am overcome with pure joy, fearless.
Violently I roar as if flushed out an endless shaft,
joy and exhilaration still remaining.
A new life begins as again I come into loves house,
A different form yet ever the same.
Will loves house remain barren?
Will the eternal probability field lie fallow?
Will the swallows return to Capistrano?
I do not know,
this.
WLLM

I Did Not
What a world We live in,
gays are worse than Hitler and Saddam!
They have caused the downfall ov society,
along with the blacks, hispanics, and juwes!
Now, does that not sound ridiculous or religious?!
Is that good news?!
As if believing in the easter bunny or god?!

Well volkes, a lot ov people do!?

When taking up for anyone I am branded with many a name;
nigger lover, fag, heathen, goyim, Cretan, or even christian!?
Do they know no shame!?
So much anger, they will kill their own?
Why?
Why do people hate that witch
They do not Know!
Maybe they are just ignorant
- if that is an excuse
not realizing We are all One People
Under the Same Sun, Moon, and Stars?
Do they pick at old scabs and old scars?
Did not their christ die for their sins?
Poor Man, did he really win!?
The Crowned and Conquering Child On a Cross!?
I am perplexed!?
I do not understand!?
Does that make me strange or odd?
If I know man is god?
Am I alone in this knowledge?!
If I could give myself
so this would be known
I would!
If millions could live
Myself I will give!
Am I Christ?!
I have been Anointed!
Take me if you must!
Take me as i am!
I do not care for this shell!
Take, I confirm my troth with thee AGAIN!
I am spoiled!
I Lifted Your Veil in Youth, when everything was simple,
- damned the whole truth!
I did not ask for this!
IO wait, I did!?
Where did I start?!
Where do I end?!
Why am I here?!
Give me some medication,
Give me another beer!
Know, there is nothing to fear
WLLM

I Did Not Come Back

A year has gone by
since making that fateful cry
shunning death;
"I'm not done yet!"
Why did I stay,
denying that beautiful musick and light?
Because I had to say

It was worth being right!

Everyone cries MA on their deathbed,
Its how you complete the Word that ma'atters.
I have had it with hiding,
it is finally at an end.
When I regain the use of my arm and hand,
that success will be my proof!
I did not come back
to hide behind purple prose,
but those who read cannot see beyond their nose.
Do your Will, for none is the same.
Do not point fingers for yOur self is to blame.
The true Prince of Peace preached compassion;
salvation for all, none achieving the Passion
until all were aboard.
Earth and heaven are both abhorred!
I am not Buddha, though I do not sleep.
Curse them, all the damned sheep!
The vice of kings!?
So is syphilis and incest,
but witch is best?
Wake up!!!
I did not come back
to baby sit or catch projected flack
from those who should no better,
or bitch and whine
to good people as you.
But the bickering and squabbling
must soon be through.
I am the spirit and the letter.
Watch each others back,
do not plunge in daggers.
Do as I say not what I do,
as every parent says.
Do as I
your existence would be through.
If fighting doctors and bureaucratic red tape
is not enough to test my resolve,
then these problems too my guidance will solve.
Though the battle rages on every front,
above and below, the only answer I know
is that the seed of love We must sow.
I did not come back
to be in this position,
but I will not shirk my mission.

Reality, illusion, pain, anger, and fate

have merged as their nebulous lines
reveal my repressed hate
and greatest fear,
pushed further and farther with every year.
I am not perfect, though I try
with every breath
as Prometheus I daily D.I.E.
Denying you my old friend,
knowing the truth of death.
I will speak with you again,
my only God Emeth!
Frater WLLM

I Dont Understand Why

Belief trumps knowledge.
Volkes follow faith and not fact.
The just destroy truth.
I lost my youth.
I came back.
I am white or not black.
I was made this.
I shun bliss.
I was made this way.
I see night when it is day.
I even ask why.
I was born to die.
I dont presume to.

You do not know I am you.

The question was even asked ov me.
I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY!

Initiation
4 Barbara Faye Ware-Dozier
My Mom w/a barbarous name!
3:43 4.3
Initiation.
I will tell u ov Initiation,
finding the truth about something,
xperiencing it 1st hand.
Gnosis.
Friends who r not,
Work that is wrong.
Who knows,
I might make this n2 a song.
But I digress,

Initiation.
My sight alone causes tears,
a walking, sitting Shiva.
I may not even b reading this aloud,
as I so wanton do.
My spirit or spell animating another,
4 my tears wood blur my words.
Tears like rain & ink wild, black rivers,
cascading off the page.
A Ware, I use words & chants,

or do I?
concoctions, herbs & ncantations
U c the sleight ov word,
2 4get my pain.
something not actually heard?
Torn between my selves;
The misdirection from sayd subject,
Cest le vie & move on,
Initiation.
Or sit & cry & rite.
The trick is simple,
I will do what I always do.
the problem the same.
My Will.
Any idiot can use it,
But the pain will not stay,
& idiots always abuse it,
away.
so who is really 2 blame?
I will set up my wards & banish by my Will,
The abuser, ALways.
w/a nice, comforting chill,
But the Initiation,
as this Shiva sits,
ja, auf Deutsch.
alone writing this.
Death,
But I must go,
ov another,
as al1 it seems does,
My Mother,
impermanent.
witch brought on this,
& Initiate something nu.

8 March 27
XIV Art 14

KSP*
Now, as some other AD once put it so well,
there is a difference between being violent,
& being driven to violence.
I am not a violent man.
But,
please,
some1,
KSP!!!
B4 I go all Dead Zone & do it myself,
or just Harding her gay hating daughter w/a faggot.
For some1 who quit their job,
she thinks she can fit any position,
& Toad, Well call im, will tell U, she is pretty adept @ many.
But I am not bing political, or even real,
as her reality show I am told.
Fellow poets, other wordsmiths
& those ov nobler mind,
refuse nor repudiate my cry!
KSP!!!
Here's the reason & the rub:
Supposed guardians ov language, New Oxford American Dictionary,
awarded Momma bear 2010's word o the year,
w/refudiate!?
via Twitter!!!
KSP!!!
Fardels would bear this,
quietus with a bare bodkin!
& outrageously armed w/slings & arrows probably,
but never w/a gun!!!
What wood Doctor Who say?
Words r better, like these!
Anyroad, if not, perchance, nay 4,
will U KSP?
& her neo-Nazi husband too!
That is the question, ay!
Russia, Im looking @ U!
She can c U!
Fuck it.
Kill em all.
They say their god will sort them out.

KTP*
Now I know it is technically illegal to say KTP,
but I am a firm fan ov free speech,
not to mention total war or total peace,
the medieval Manichean heresy the Catholic Church tried to fleece
-in blood with bible, sword & cross- before it became official doctrine.
So why is it so bad to say KTP?
Its not like saying fire in a theater,
still illegal btw even if there is a fire in the theater!
What is so wrong about saying KTP?
The sainted Jesuits say it is just to kill an unjust king,
masking it in the Latin initials INRI supposedly on their mamzers cross,
witch some still say means Jesus, King ov the Jews
even though Catholics, Christians, Nazis & the like have & still do hate the Jews.
Plain & simple judenhas b4 becoming sterile & ambiguous anti-semitism.
So why is it so wrong to say KTP?
Are they so afraid if they do a bad job, or even a good one, that someone will KTP?
It could mean another President ov another country or something,
like Akmoud adin ajad, or the President ov any TV network, board, demonic domain &/or the NAACP,
CP stands for colored people btw, now a racist term to most.
Again, why is it so wrong to say KTP?
& not that Im saying KTP.
Im just asking why it is so bad to say KTP.
I personally do not want to kill anyone, unless they deserve it, let alone KTP,
but if someone wanted to, or say God forbid God or their dog wanted them to, they could KTP,
& go to jail or most likely a mental institution if not shot first,
as only one insane, a legal term created through a military intelligence/psychological study, would dare attack the
state or KTP.
So again, why is it so wrong to say KTP?
Is free speech dead like so many fallen soldiers & innocent non-com casualties?
Words, o how they hurt.
Are they afraid it might evoke The Old Man ov the Mountain, Hasan I Sabbah, with his Shiite hashish-eaters
latter labeled assassins, taking up the call & kill Spock-like the one so the many would not suffer?
O, We have? Bad example then, but anyway.
Our enemy, any Satan will do, probably already wants to KTP,
so saying so is an obvious forgone conclusion reminiscent ov their final solution.
Again, I am in no way saying KTP, any President, unless ov course they murder others,
that is the law & one ov their Commandments isnt it?
Good thing I do my Will & do not follow Mosaic law.
So, to end my query, please, do not KTP or anyone because ov my question,
again unless ov course they murder others.
Shooting old men in the face is kosher though.
Remember, if you KTP, this current President, the 43rd, George Walker Bush, aka Temp in the Yale black magic
fraternity Skull & Bones,
the next will aptly be named Dick,
Who can just go fuck himself.
Sadly it seems as with Lays chips, you just cant kill one president.
Some other undeserving ass hole will always want that august office, but not me.

Lesbian Kisses
The witching hour begins after Holy Mass & Feast.
Grrlfriends ov a platonic kind,
Tipsy or drunk,
Either will do.
Bottle after bottle,
Shot after shot is consumed.
Inhibitions loosen as alcohol plies the soul.
Bored, drunk, horny,
Grrls kiss.
A peck @ first.
They break their liplock & giggle,
They cannot believe themselves.
Another swig, another bit ov boredom,
They kiss again,
Soft lips meeting soft lips.
Deeper, longer this time,
They enjoy themselves.
They break again, whisper, & liplock again,
This time even longer & even deeper.
They touch other pink parts yet do not embrace,
Too taboo even here.
They kiss again, a shorter interval between the last break.
Longer, deeper, longer.
Soft flesh merging with soft flesh.
They break, giggle & depart to their boyfriends.

Lesser ov 2 Evils
or
A Pussy Pleads
Lesser ov 2 Evils, 2 some a common turn ov phrase,
originally, 2 U.S., Cold War foreign policy ol Orwell wood praise.
Just like Goebbels plead: Lieber tot als rot, or Better dead than Red.
As n the old, so n the new days.
Politically pragmatic, peace that is no peace.
Orthodox Christians themselves once plead, "Better the turban than the mitre".
Protest-ant Dutch protested too, Rather Turkish than Papist.
Even The British Bulldog Churchill once plead:
If Hitler were 2 nvade Hell, he sayd,
he would @ least make a favourable reference 2 the Devil,
n the House ov Commons.
Better the devil U know than the devil U don't, I suppose.
& all these double propositional pleads automatically nvoke,
know, goes hoof & mouth -or arse,
w/another darned Dilemma, btwixt darned Charybdis & Scylla:
Damned if you do, damned if you don't,
proverbaly & perpetuously stuck btween a rock & a hard place,
1 thinks. (+theres the rub?)
I prefer Mr. Martin Luther King, Jr.,
The time is always right to do what is right.
If there r 2 evils, vanquish both!
Truth need b your only might.
Speak your mind, or loose your voice?
Slavery, or Freedom?
Blind blief & faith (religion),
or direct knowledge (gnosis)?
Know this: there is no choice,
& here r 2 Keys n 1 2 Our Kingdom:
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
Love is the law, love under will.
Fragile so-called Democracy dotters, falters, & flourishes, abroad & here.
Blieving, uninformed populaces, hoodwinked & bamboozled,
both collaborators or just plain stupid,
do not know where 2 stand.
But stand still, yet not still!
Bow & loose your head!
Or is that your Will?
A different kind ov plea all 2gether,
but I babble on.

Still.

Lost Tale
one
Let me tell you a tale ov murdered actors, magicians, and troglodytes;
a mad moment almost lost in time,
were it not recently discovered,
- while almost killing the old mother a deed truly not divine.
Then the Franks called them Troubadours
though they are presumed to be more,
rumored by the Church lecherous men and scarlet whores.
It was only love that they did adore,
called courtly when the husband came crashing through the door.
Now this specific troupe was not too controversial,
they tended to study amongst themselves.
When they came together heaven made peace with hell.
They performed the Passion Plays,
the story ov their Lord's nuptual.
Even back then it was the same old story:
Fast fame and glamor unglued the group,
no individual player alone 2 blame.
What placed them in peril was this dude named Herald
with a new version ov the Play 4 them 2 put on.
This man appeared one day as a monk ov St. John
and with papers signed by the Pope!
If they'd just looked at his ear there would've been nothing to fear,
but death came at the end ov a rope.
A simple way to die I hope.
Being none the wiser, they were even aided by the local clergy
who got more than their coffer filled.
Their annals were ratified and their cloisters cleaned,
all acting as ants in a hurry
not knowing some would soon be reamed.
Easter Day, time 4 a new play with all the ducks lined up in a row,
oddly enough even an Inquisitor decided to come.
Herald and the herd huddled before taking the stage,
the last they were seen alive after the joke he did sew.
The piece was Perfect and its climax provoked more than its intended rage.
Yehoshuah went to Hell and descended with the key below as Orpheus & many
other,

He opened the Gates and out walked Lucifer, dressed as His Bride - not His
Brother!
The Inquisitor choked! Dead!? His entourage rallied, killing all in their wake.
Blasphemous cries rang out and the night became violent in response.
Such a grand stage & cast a joke & accident can make!
When dawn broke the dead did not rise from either side,
but the birds did sing & the Sun did rise, tracing its course in the sky.
More soldiers came with blood on their crosses,
purging and destroying the land, a biblical red earth policy.
No record or remnant remained; men. women, children, animals - dead.
Genocide before judenhass was cool, theocide predating the modern jihad.
Innocent though dense, Our Troubadours prayed for the noose,
their Antagonist forever on the loose, the Sun still shines.
Pawns and the dead do rise, as a phoenix out ov the ashes,
all thanks to an old mother looking through Her cupboard.
Polymous
Luciferian Laughter

Luna

Luna's silvery smile shines over

Her sleeping children, each lost
Within the eternal night of fear.
All await Her call to awake in
the glistening morning of life.
Love called, only her gentle
Lullaby became fused with matter,
To be sullied and forgotten
beneath the layers of self.
Knowledge demanded blind reign
Crowning reason ultimate god,
Forgetting reality and perfection
Are phantasms after the rain.
Faith, the bastard son of false
religion blocks the light
From man's kingdom, the initiate
Being shunned and locked away.
"Far beyond our world of sense
Shines brilliance and glory", the
False religions lie in their ignorance.
The brilliance is here and within.
Covenants forgotten beneath layers
of dust defeat their eternal purpose,
only the hand and heart of the Lover
may reveal truth lost and fragmented within.
Light and matter, god and man
each identical, different by name.
Subject and object, Lover and loved,
all are one but never the same.
i write these words with a
dual purpose in mind,
to reach a person and to illuminate the two,
but with these desires
the goal is one.
To join into none.
These ramblings spill forth without
thought or regret, the train of reason
tumbles off the rails of thought
to leave the message hidden, lost.
Lover, hear my soft voice mingling

through these words, reaching out

to capture your ear and heart.
Help in my search for our divine spark.
Frater WLLM

Me

I am,
ugly & scarred.
I am my own twin, a crude caricature ov R&C.
The left is dead, yet alive, like me,
& the rite ok,
4 now, like me again.
It has had 2 do the Work
ov 2, & is tired & bruised.
My Will,
my mind,
is secure though?
Ja, know now I wish I had died,
but I sayd then I am not done yet,
& here I am,
AL1 riting this among many
& reading this 2 U, few.
I must hide now, n plain site,
& b my Eremite Self,
bereft ov a how, but still a Will,
even now,
tending my garden as I go.

Mein Eyes

or
Peaceful Prose Against An Empire
Mein Eyes have seen the horror, ov the coming ov a horde;
It will trample out the seed, where the life ov man is stored;
It will loose the lightening, coming from the sky as a sword;
N truth, verily, It will march on Us.
Fame? Renown? Praise Jah or another fake god? Thrice over?
N truth, verily, It will march on Us.
I have watched Its sickening sheen circling n the fires ov a hundred hundred camps
It has builded an altar n the evening dews, damps;
I can read Its self-righteous sentence on Us, by the dim & flaring lamps;
1 day, It will march on Us.
Fame? Renown? Praise Jah or another fake god? Thrice over?
1 day, It will march on Us.
I read a fiery god spiel writ n rubbed rows ov paper steel;
As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal;
Let the Hero ov man, born ov woman btw, crush this semenantic serpent with His heel,
Since We r marching on It.
Fame? Renown? Praise Jah or another fake god? Thrice over?
Since We r marching on It.
We sounded the trumpet forth that shall never call retreat;
It sifted out the hearts ov men before Its judgment seat;
B swift O my soul, to answer It?! b jubilant, my feet?;
Some so-called god is marching on Us!
Fame? Renown? Praise Jah or another fake god? Thrice over?
Some so-called god is marching on Us!
N the beauty ov lilies, poor plagiarized Christos was supposedly born across the sea,
a glory n his mythical bosom meant to transfix you & me:
N their story, very gory, Heysus died, as many savior gods do, to make men holy,
so let him die & disappear & finally set Us free;
Time, the true destroyer ov worlds, marches on.
Fame? Renown? Praise Jah or another fake god? Thrice over?
Time, the true destroyer ov worlds, marches on.
It is coming like the horrified glory ov the morning star on the day wave,
Here is wisdom & folly from & for the mighty ones, it is an honor to b brave;
The world will not b a footstool, nor the soul ov a wronged slave!
Some so-called god is marching on Us!
Fame? Renown? Praise Jah or another fake god? Thrice over?
Some so-called god is marching on Us!

Meine Hospice Cholia

What is life but a fleeting feeling,

imprinted forever on heart & brain.
Her bonds conditional & boundless,
crushing my will with unmerciful strain.
Why must you tear, why must you rend?
In silence & alone, left myself to mend.
On an Indian altar I lie,
between this world and the opened sky.
Oh Brother Hamlet, your melancholy melds & infests my soul
with self aggrandized folly, causing this illusion of unrelenting toil.
In truth that is a lie, the master of my misery is me - I al one.
Oh Lover come, rape me away unto the abodes on high!
Again, take! - I confirm my troth with Thee!
Manifest as WiLL which is truly thine,
humbly that is mine as placebic pill.
Lying here bruised, broken, and bleeding,
all I can do is laugh!
Telling me what to do is half,
slit me now as sacrificial calf!
No! My time will not end. Know!
With a mission and a message I have lived as a man,
shrouded and hiding afraid of Your plan.
Love and life I have restricted in my pursuit of this knowledge,
only to realize it as I lay again on death's edge.
These delusions of this illusion spill forth
as the drugs drip into my veins,
once I awake life will no longer be lived in vain.
"My own Will is ended,
For Will hath attained."
WLLM

My Mind
(3-19-89)
Above flies me the hawk, spiraling wilstfully upon currents of air,
Pater Sol blinding my errant stare.
My mind's eye remembers nights spent cradled atop blasted hillsides,
held aloft as a leaf in the gale.
Oh Brother bird, lend me your sight once more,
let me see the encompassing beauty of the hoorizon
from your unblinking eye.

My mind's voice speaks of encoded memories,

instinct now atrophied or extinct from hylic's constitution.
We once ran as spirits clothed in fur, imitating the beast.
Naked and sinless We roamed paradise, tainted not by sterile priests.
Oh Brother beast, lend me your cunning of spirit that I might divine
rites to revel and remember, electric skin replacing bestial fleece.
My mind is overcome by foreign longing,
a yearning whisper through underground streams.
Pulsing, throbbing, beating,
beating.
On the Mountains of the Planes We stood,
in the starlit deserts We gathered,
deep within the earth We labored.
Then came the dissolutive silence of dissention and dispersion
spilled with crimson tears,
the Word lost in vein.
Oh Brother brain and Sister heart, join again within this fallen star,
fuse together Our estranged parts. IO & I go to tear down My bar!
The vision explodes, heat, sweat, the body shrouded in bluish gauze.
The mind whirls as lightning flashes behind open eyes, enflamed,
engulfed in sparks of light, chimes.
The Big Brain explodes into glittering galaxies.
There is no space to cross, no time.
Bewildered and numb, the body fails and sinks, stunned.
A shrill cry awakens me to sense.
As if rousing from dream or resurrected from death, rejuvenated,
I take in my surroundings.
Sols rays are hidden behind maatter, adrift on brazen wings,
reflected as Luna smiles red.
Overlooking star strewn waters I awake alone among the sleeping dead.
Unintelligible carbon scratches mar once barren pages, now fallen to the earth.
What wonderful wanderings work within, all from drinking in the Sun!
WLLM

Nighttime Emanations
As I lay me down to sleep
I will to remember any vision across my mind might creep.
No, not that same dream again though,
false awakenings into another nightmare;
hoses, wires and monitors everywhere.
I can not swallow for the tube down my throat & into my stomach,
I can not breath pure air for the mask on my face.
Is that a collar vets put on dogs around my neck?
I can sense something in my chest,
piercing through my skin, my pectoral and into my heart.

Trying to sit up I can feel tubes in both sides,

I can not voluntarily move though.
And oh, a catheter,
now I can feel its plastic tube right through my urethra & into my bladder.
Something tight and warm pulses around what I assume my legs,
tightening and releasing, tightening and releasing.
Is this real or only another memory?
Is this another drug-induced dream,
or will I waken as Prometheus to do it all again?
I can not voluntarily move to pinch myself.
Okay, wake up now Will,
youve been here before many a time Will, Focus, Direct!
Witch world is real though?
I wake to live in one real world,
I sleep & wake to live in a realer world.
Witch world do I want?
Witch is real?
I can not tell anymore,
every day is Ground Hog Day!
Witch existence will I be cast into now?
Who, what am I?
The entire mortal self cannot attain to perfect knowledge,
& remain alive in the lower world.
So where am I?
Dream, limbo or perdition?
Glad I dont believe in any religion!
Take your time Will, you know the path;
it is your choice on where you are cast.
My choice? Am I a Hermit then?
Am I Rip van Winkle or a Brother ov Cain?
Perchance a Black Brother holed up in vein?
And who are you,
My Daemon or Devil?
Witch is witch?
So, my Urban AbraMerlin was successful?
It was your name written on the wall!
We know that to be true.
Yes I do know that, but witch is real?
Why havent I awakened into the now?
And why has this happened to me?!
You wanted to know what happens after death,
Although you already knew it.
You said show me,
We did.
You want me to be visible?
You want me dead again?
We want you to do be why you are,
witch you know;

why & what.

Now I lay me down to sleep,

We pray Our Lord Our souls to keep.
Deus adeste in usual form.
Now is seen their savior in different guise
I surrender.
I no longer deny myself,
Here now or as pale Galilean.
I could not save them then
And showed my wrath creating their nation.
My Brothers left me then,
Wailed only by my women.

Peacocks
Peacocks r not proud,
They r peafowl rapists!
O yes friends dear,
lend me your ear,
& I will tell U a terrible tale.
Ov rapist peacocks hypnotizing peahens,
then pouncing on their victims from bhind.
As a Child ov Nature,
bsides Our 5D Kennels w/chow-chows, rottweilers, shar-peis,
afghan, basset, beagle & blood hounds,

We had cows, pigs, turkeys, pheasant, quail,

several breeds ov chicken like
Bantams, Barnevelders, Cornish-Rocks, Leghorns, Road Island Reds & Silkies,
to name a few.
Not to mention a dscented skunk,
once.
Smart little skunk,
yet he didnt out fox Rusty.
But the most beautiful by far,
were the white & regular,
peacocks & peahens.
My favorite were the poor, flightless guinea fowl,
but I digress,
back to the peafowl rapists!
Here is how these seemingly abhorrent avians,
do their dirty deeds.
U c, when a peacock fans his plumage,
He also shakes & rattles it.
So, when he has his eyes set,
He gets n front ov the ntended peahen,
& mesmerizes her w/his wares,
plying & hypnotizing his victim as he dares.
Once accomplished,
slyly, he moves to the rear,
& pounces on his prey!
Pulling on her top knot,
as he violently has his way.
Done, he proudly struts away.
Natura in all her majesty made even this,
so like & unlike, man or woman.
Pruning & preening, hypnotizing w/lies & a show,
blaming it on nature, aggressive or non.
While life goes on & on.
What odd things We remember & reminisce about in old age,
but I digress.
Peacocks r not proud,
They r peafowl rapists!
People Say
People say, &/or have sayd @ least,
I am a genius,
Witch I always deny,
Though my IQ is higher than I,
165 actually, some tests sayd,
as any test n itself is false.
Others, a Bastard,
Witch I have intentionally made my Self 2 b,
Though I know my parents.
A Bastard from on high,

Some know what that means, still.

U now, know nada,
As if preaching 2 the choir.
Others say I know what not,
Nore care any way.
I am Will,
Known by many a name,
However or where, that may b,
Will is 4ever the same.

pi
What is truth but a lie?
What are lies but the truth?
Cagliostro was correct,
There is no secret!
Pay your dues and sin taxes,
In the end everything ends.
What is that darkness before the light,
Ah AIN, what the Musalman call Allah.
In vain i searched,
alas nothing was foundNothing,-not of the ground.

The Air is of my Father,

His name is Mystery.
Only Hesiod defined
what that means to me.
Dance, dance round priest
o f the hokey-pokey,
What a mockery you make
of Samsara!
Given a charter of power
the original truths were erased.
The secret is a joke,
the 80s, 90s, and 00 are abased.
The second of the Prophet arose toward the end,
awakened the night and starting a trend.
Madhi al-Dajjal

Prelude to a Prayer
My writing is an expression of suffering and hope, mine.
It is the caress of my Lover taking my earthly hand.
She leads me along the dark, well-traveled road of my soul.
In my sorrow of division she cradles me in loving arms.
She brings about the revelation of thoughts and feelings
I have pushed away in my arrogance.
She is always with me when Her reflection is Not,
bringing about the understanding
of Our separateness,
my absence.
LL I 61. come unto me!
LL II 7. Come unto me is a foolish word: for it is I that go.
She raises me up in my darkest hour
To understand the nature of Our division
The means of Return
My footstep

RE-MEMBER
D.I.E.

Simile Screams
I once slept with Faith & caught the clap.
Not the oozing purple pustule kind witch n jungle was cured by a rifle butt,
but that sudden slap ov consciousness where the veil is rent from the Sanctuary,
The Great Oz revealed as a crude Kansan caricature ov Crowley.
I awoke & found a corpse n my arms & ashes upon my lips.
I drank & danced all day & all night with her twin sister Doubt,
never sleeping We swiftly fell n2 the trance.
Worlds whirled, matter moved & all minds merged,
weaving, twisting & twirling like some comical cosmic dirge.
While n yab-yum We awoke with her older other sister Simile screaming get the hell out,
ov that parental position @ least.
The fast broken I left the 3 sisters that morning & found myself a virgin,
as Simile screams please do come again Brother.
WLLM

Some say fuck & Make a wish,

Others serve it on a silver dish.
Few hold it in,
(It is 4 the crown they want 2 win).
Some say

The Godspiel
I have news 4 yew
Both bad & good
There is pain & there is joy
There is love & there is hate
There is a heaven & there is a hell
There is a Valhalla & there r Elysian Fields
There is life after life & there is life be4 life
All these exist even as they do not
The kingdom ov god is within & without
We r a Kingdom ov Gods
Frater Johannes

They Keep Calling Me

Which is stronger: an atomic blast, or an ancient
river flowing over the rocks of time?
You are the blast,
We are The River.
You were destroyed ere you were created,
Death your infant
Scream.
Life became that cruel slap of consciousness announcing
your trance
of Sorrow. The sudden violence of reality moulding your dreams
into Nightmares,
.Styx of waters the in you drowning
The steady undercurrent washed you along, finally
bringing you to shore.
The land seems strange,
you plod along in amnesia
becoming a Wanderer of the Waste.
The beat of your heart, lapping on the beach of remembrance.
Coursing through your veins, feeding the tributaries of
Your senses
We flow.
We are your sustenance,
Your blood.
Entire nations rise and fall beneath your skin as you sleep
in vanity,
Forgetting.
Dive into the pools of radiance flowering
Your being
Find the current driving the stream.
Frater WLLM

TO MY CRAPULOUS CONTEMPORARIES
1 PoaTry
What is poetry some ask,
While pinching your ass & filling your flask.
Is it to tell us why are We here?
Or tell you what to fear?
To what extent some would go to just to get noticed?
Ignored in impressionable youth, grown up
Quoting precociously irrelevant sources ov truth!
What!? You missed Dead Poets Society or any higher education?
What do you know? What do you do?
Have you been stomped in the mud by a christian while saying the Lords Prayer in Hebrew?
Have you been beaten by skinheads to protect a black man?
Have you beaten a man who hit a woman?
Have you knowingly died & come back many a time?
I thought not!
Yet you are my peers, my contemporaries?
You uneducated masses who would buy shit on a stick if they marketed it correctly?
My peers?!
I spit on your crapulous creeds!
Abram, Buddha, Jesus, Maroni, Mohammed & Moses be damned!
Zealots, terrorists and traitors against the god that is Man!
My contemporaries can cry, You care not for what is, plus normal man knows not your reference!
I care too much for what was, is and will be, more than any mammalian mindset may fathom, but I will
drag you kicking & screaming into the New Aeon!
Too, Am I at fault for your ignorance?
It is my fault the Kansas City school system sucks so sadly?!
I will give you the Leviticus scapegoat ritual to sacrifice me if you will,
Cast out into the desert wilderness for Azazel,
Alive & safer than the burned, kosher lamb though.
Alas ov these you probably do not know.
You find vagina avant-garde,

While in Somalia and everywhere - they are daily scarred?

Where has your National Organization of Women been?
Did Clinton cower or coo them into silence? Teach us Bill, touch us!
I need not remind ov that Hellenistic classic?
Dumb it down They say, Dumb it down
Back to you, My Beloved Crapulous Contemporaries.
What is poetry to you mulch fed masses?
In between filling flasks & feeling asses?
Say anything as a fagala & theyll cheer,
Teach as Socrates & youll be dead within a year.
And maybe, one day when Im older, Ill die.
Clap monkeys!

Trees
The trees shelter the ground as
a mother would her young,
while the green grass blankets the
ground hiding her treasures
from the probing eye.
Life and death walk hand in hand
as this thing man calls life
goes eternally forward.
In the expanse of eternity
nothing is good or bad, these
are only man's labels.
Leaving the world of problems
and conflict behind, i step into
the Unity of nature.
Behind this beauty there exists
One Mind, each of us a fragmentation.
We contain this One Mind
within each of us, our
personalities and egos
are the fragments.
i did not, could not, create
such beauty or magnificence,
only that Self that dwells
in the Light can create such beauty.
The personal ego of each individual
is totally different from another,
each arising from foreign genes,
environments, biases, and fears.
Above the body rises the spiritual
leader of man, his own savior.
This Being, along with ourselves and those like him,

contain everything that is,

was, or will be.
We cast our shadows upon the earth,
each as magnificent as the first or last,
each a spirit trapped in matter.
The world of matter is an essential
phase in our development,
nothing about it is evil.
Those who say life and things
contained within are seperate
show their ignorance of the
Unity behind the contending forces of nature.
The hawk uses the wind to fly,
never saying this is bad or good.
Man must learn to harness and
work in harmony with these forces,
not change or destroy them.
Work with materials given
but do not destroy those unused or
unwanted.
Kulta Kultainen Valkkya Roskatta
solve et coagula
Frater WLLM

Twas the nite b4 Crowleymas

Twas the nite b4 Crowleymas,
& most had 4got.
A parent n the hospital,
I was contemplating my lot.
What does Duty demand?
Carry On, carrion.

U Dont Want Me To Lead

If I were God most would not be.
If you kill, rape, or molest anyone
U die.
Legalese circumstances still apply,
Yet if U do just to do
U must die.
I do not mean Do It Everyday,
I mean your existence here ends.
U r worth not my Brother Prometheus pain!
Am I cruel or harsh?
Ask those murdered, violated, or tortured.
I am just.
If I were to lead volkes must do!
McDonaldisation is standardization, not monopolization!
If certain things r done, certain results will follow.
Simple Sympathetic Magick!
Correctness comes b4 Dogma.
Do like monkeys do,
U r not that far from the same tree.
Do O Monkey Man Do!
Believe in any divine plan,
Just do!
Follow out My Ordeals,
Bridge the gap between Me & U.
U do not want me to lead,
Every would be dictator take heed!
Lax and laziness would cease.
Preparing 4 war is natural, not keeping the peace!

Be prepared was the motto I could not swear in youth,

Yet my Earnest father prepared me 4 the truth.
I do not believe in any universal apocalypse,
Their world has already ended, yet they do not know.
I ended it as I have b4,
And as I will again!
There is no universal means,
Yet there is a means to the universal.
I cannot lead because volkes will follow!
I already walk in footprints,
The camel toes in the sand lead me onward.
How can I b a moses to the people as I tread my solitary path?
No one can or should bear what I have & do.
No one should walk my way.
As any good father says,
Do what I say and not what I do!
Run!!!
AN I will not give chase.
Stay,
And remain forever chaste!

Veils
These are all veils and distractions
of one thought that is a life,
one certainty that is hidden
by the process of refraction.
Like mist upon a mourning lake,
drawn slowly, yet inevitably,
to some gaseous end.
Even earth flakes off
lingering in the breeze
or devoured microscopically
by subcutaneous fleas.
"Look about you, walking on air,
spindling invisibly Our silken snare.
We of eight legs outnumber
and frighten you Monkey Man,
melancholy and subservient
to some exalted plan."
I bless you Brother Arachnid,
weaving a translucent path
for us to follow,
but remember Scarlet's fate
or in my hand I will thee swallow.
"Know, leave her for me
Oh Flightless Friend.
With that one morsel
to my brood I will tend."
Insects, birds, bad iambic pentameter?
Next will it be Prince Charming
come to rape me and then away?
Tear from me that innocence
that is silence?
Will seven dwarves answer to my maidish morality,

chanting IO as their work gets them off?

I see white words and I want them painted black!
Remember the witch song in the desert,
celebrating chivalric cohesion
in a war torn land,
Monkey porn initiating
On the Baptist's feast?
We are one.
Reversing Samaya I chased after you in the marketplace.
Come to me death, let me die in Mors Justi.
Sting me with immortal juice
and release my heart from Cleopatra's wiccedness.
Spirit me way on the wings of Pentecostal dove.
Let my mother, grandmother, and all
speak against me.
To what end?
Tuat end in deed.
In Promethean youth the vision
was seen as destroying the other seven,
ripping their veil from the stars.
Be proud they cried,
but was that not the method of my demise?
I have flown the heights over Baal's throne
I have delved the depths of earth's own prison
to see that spark allude me as the position
of singing lark,
but wisdom has set itself upon my brow
and I reject my Mithraic crown.
IAOP
Being thus enlightened
.dispel....
Ramblings and ravings
designed with artistic flare,
to inflame myself,
to inflame myself with prayer.

WLLM

Why?!
Why are We ov the West ruled by pseudo-Abramic (1) belief systems?
I am not Semitic, my ancestors invaded not from Ur to Canaan.
A stopover maybe, but not ideological or ethnic heirs.

If I were alive Id probably be Roman or barbarian! (2)

That was a different time, a violent age.
Through Evolutions eyes a primitive stage.
It is not technically or originally an actual Abramic belief either!
A plagiarized mixture ov Atonism to Zoroastrianism!
Know, I am not preaching judenhas!
I am making a point.
Were you procreated through a hole in a sheet!?
Was your foreskin snipped by a moil or medical doctor? (3)
Do you abhor trichinosis (4) and annually curse ancient Egyptians?
Is your God an immaterial-wannabe-big, angry gawd?
Does it repenteth it made you? (5)
Mine rejoices in my way!
Freedom and Truth are Our WatchWords!
I need not Priest nor pedophile,
I curse them all!
War still rages on Earth and in Heaven my Brethren!
Nekam Adonai, Nekam!!!
Bring to bear your wrath,
Kill them with kindness!
Numb their senses in rapturous ecstasy or senseless service,
Each to their fate.
Show Us the Old Gods in a pure new guise,
Open, understand and look through your God eyes!
Pontiffs and profits preach, and teach false, dead things.
Truth opens the mind, & lets the heart sing.
So why do some still follow as sheep to slaughter?
If you listen very carefully, you might hear a bleat.
Or me rolling over in laughter.
(1) Abrahamic (i.e. from Abraham) is the common usage, yet the h in Abraham was added later, a
Canaanite custom supposedly.
(2) Romans obviously from Italy through the Etruscans and barbarian as in European, i.e. Germany,
Gaul, Briton, etc. True Rome was babarianized, and again others plagiarized, time and time again.
(3) Circumcision originally comes from Egypt. It was an obvious sign ov Initiation stolen from the
Egyptian temples like the entwined cherubim on the Ark.
(4) Trichinosis occurs when cloven hoofed animals (cows, goats, pigs, etc.) are infected by parasites
through said hooves. Judaic kosher laws (religionised food preparation) ban pork consumption (not to
mention the last ov the Abramic trinity, i.e. Islam) while @ Greek Eleusis pigs were payment and
sacrificial feast (see truth ov scapegoat fate, i.e. found and consumed by priests). Now figure out the
difference ov Kosher and Halal!
(5) See Call/Key of the Thirty Aethrys and Genesis 6:7.
WOW
Never tell anyone this, or I will deny it:
You are the best mother anyone could ever have,
You should be proud.

Though I am not want you want

I am what I am.
You should be proud as Mary,
Though you would never agree.
My choice is suffering,
Hung up on proverbial tree.
As Jesus I supposedly said,
All Advocates & Prophets
Are not welcome on their home turf.
You want me to be as the cattle
And serve the land as a serf.
That is not my fate,
Not the reason I came.
I am here to destroy hate,
Even if I am the one to blame.
Yes I am a Pagan,
Raised in the Ozark heath,
Yet I was only sequestered
From the evil that lies beneath.
Nature was my teacher,
You and He my keepers.
I have the soul of a preacher
But the charisma of the lepers.

WWaTD?
Nstead ov wondering WWJD?
I asked WWaTD?
I wood have bombed the Statue ov Liberty

B4 the World Trade,

Remember volkes cheering Fight Club?
A dis-associative charade.
WWaTD?
Id shoot Superman n the face.
Hell, if I were a Terrorist I woodnt only burn churches,
Id bomb the Vatican.
Hell, even though Im not a Terrorist - bomb the Vatican!

Yule Tidings
Stalking the calm perimeter of my mind
Forgotten is this world, tasseled troubles
left behind.

Vaulted visions never approaching the encampment

as sparks of wonder filter in.
A black, battered, but regal hawk
Perches over me, taking flight
To find solace in my quarters.
How strange is hindsight,
My altar is missing.
Unthinking, i cradle my visitor
In arms of love, levitating to
Freedom out in the night.
What strange occurrences before the Light.
On my return perched again is another evening tiding.
Now sits its mate gracing my heart,
as she too seeks solace at invisible altar.
Once more i release my visitor, this one
cradled in a blanket.
Think this strange vision is finished?
Wait my friends, i haven't related all:
As i carried her from my quarters
Her brood began to fall!
Her eggs fell to the floor before we left,
Some breaking open to reveal newly born chicks
As others cracked running about.
A comical skirmish or a child's trick?
Upon my return, chirping and scampering filled
my ears, while in my eyes were missing tears.
They were collected between the left
corner of the doorway, taking nourishment
From a dog's bowl.
Mesmerized about them stood three
beasts: one red, one black, and one whose
coat cannot be described, guarding the flock
On their hatching and our crossing.
i cannot remember when they left or
really why they came, being busy gathering
their broken shells. Not only shells, but also
their placenta--a green after-birth.
With that, the World walks in.
Hidden is my Pandora's Box
Guarded by three beasts shaped as dogs;

Hope tucked away within,

untouched by original sin
Frater WLLM