Best Hermetic Poems
He spat with high contempt
and requires its place
One minute of silence ... not a second more
the fear of falling - the excitement is palpable
Tears pressed behind his eyes,
and there was a painful lump in his throat
The audience has lost interest
the champagne bottles are emptied
The hermetic silence
heavy and raw
With an old airplane helmet
from the First World War
pressed down over his ears
Adult boys do not cry
Audience armed with eggs and rotten tomatoes
As watching lions play with a mouse
08/05/2021
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Running cracks of lead flaked paint, spiders across the front door like a grandfather's
forehead.
Its hinges squeal from years of inattention and forgotten maintenance
Floor boards moan a song of dismemberment and forgotten age
While musty gloom thickens the air – inhibiting, restricting, compressing breaths
Entrance ways lead to hallways which culminate and connect enclosed spaces,
hovering in an atmosphere of haunt and mourn
Conversations linger, echoing within walls of dine and feast
settings arranged from ritual –
two plates,
two bowls,
two cups,
two knives,
two spoons,
two forks,
two napkins,
two chairs,
with only voice and ephemeral trace.
Twisted unleveled stairs, escalate to second stories
letters to love and hate cover ancient mourning boards.
Segmented space divides the infant from maturation.
Cracked spine, chipped rails, exposing the wooden crib core
Superficial angst and rage characterizing the infant's facade,
yet delicate love exposed in clean white linens pressed and laid in perfection
sets the bedding stage for stuffed bears and embroidered blankies
Toppled bookcase defecates bound knowledge across adult wooden bed frame
disheveling sheets, rugs, and right angles,
its half fallen posture exposes entrance way to hidden passages.
Between walls, moving slow as not to catch thread to exposed nail, pipe, or wire
shoulders grazing support beams, pace entranced by flattening florescence bulbed ceilings
Each step enclosing space tighter and tighter
Climax turns to anticlimax as exit opens to
a hermetic cell of textural paint echoing skin blotched and boiled.
Surrounding walls of tattered gold, ulcer red and puss filled purple,
each based with blotched skin.?Encircles full length mirror exposing views of deceased
discomfort –
Black glass glows within frame of ornate wood
spiking and curling with baroque transcendence
Reflecting back a ghost of future deceased persona.
It's most fun to live on the line,
and see derivatives in-front of your eyes...
It's most fun to be alive and see for your side every mime.
It's most fun to align with the stars,
and be there before they start-
it's also something to granitize,
because a stereo only blasts your demise...
The next motive is errant spangled hermetic story board sting
and you...
Silly as the strings tying together every ring.
Drawn to a conclusion like a magnetic pulse,
Attracting information as like attracts like.
We live but for a moment in the great scope of existence,
The seven Hermetic principles apply to everything in our Universe.
1/ The law of mentalism is immutable, "All is Mind- the Universe is Mental."
2/ The second is the law of correspondence (immutable) This law tells us "As above, so below; as below, so above." This means that there is "harmony, agreement and correspondence" between the physical, mental and spiritual realms.
3/ The third law is of Vibration (immutable) "Nothing rests; everything moves; everything vibrates."
4/ The fourth is the law of Polarity (mutable) "Everything is dual, everything has poles; everything has its pair of opposites; opposites are identical in nature, but different in degree."
5/ The fifth is the law of Rhythm (mutable) "Everything flows, out and in; everything has its tides; all things rise and fall."
6/ The sixth is the law of Cause and Effect (mutable) "Every cause has its effect; every effect has its cause."
7/ The seventh is the law of Gender, "Gender is in everything; everything has its masculine and feminine principles.
And finally, the law of Attraction as part of the equation: You will notice that the Law of Attraction is not specifically mentioned as one of the seven Universal Laws. This is not to diminish its importance but rather to highlight it because the Law of Attraction is the basic Law of the Universe which runs through all the seven Universal Laws discussed here in brief. It holds everything together. It is through the knowledge of the Law of Attraction that one can rise above the mutable Laws of Polarity and Rhythm and gain a better understanding of each of the seven Universal Laws.
When the Sun is buried low beneath the Earth,
And as mountains caress the skies beyond.
Take a moment to ponder, where does one belong?
We are one with all things, take comfort in knowing so.
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For V.R.S.
A bend, a pirouette--a flower's dance
reflects in his shadowed eyes, and in her
thorned steps, the atrophying force rooted and redoubling.
Promise me, he breathes behind a teacup
while she is encapsulated in a globe of fading light.
The briny-dotted atlases sit reverent,
assembled beside the living-
room's songs of foreign heartbreaks, each seeded and
grown rampant ivy on her mind's towers, those unseen
cracks of weathering leaving only dreams
of dreams to recirculate like seasons in a day.
Worn linen florals ebb about her body, settling in her late autumn
and hoary winter languishes beyond the pane
where wind-animate limbs, a veiny applause, galely
knock, and her upon the balustrade of
the Palladium,
Hermetic roses beneath her toes.
Were we ever as good as frozen petals?
Many lives have quick moves
of savage rhythms as the samba
or rock’n roll.
On others fits better the tempo of the blues
or the tango cruel fascination.
At least, bolero’s tenderness.
At such speed,
for the good or the worse,
as no selective sponges
they can register all subtleties
too much faint, hermetic or brisk
to the senses of hurried people.
One may suffer, learning or wondering
despite the risk
of overcharging heart and mind
becoming crazy.
I’m working hard to
nothing can turn the knob
that speeds up or slows the beat
and rhythms on me better fit.
That's my unique karmic job.
Ouivre, ouivre,
my Ovus Star,
a bit premature
immortal,
for there we are.
Again, and again,
we do sojourn.
I am yes... so
terribly in love,
but a bit ironic.
Our path as one
harmoniously, plutonic.
There are many, many
foundations Elemental.
To you my Heiroglyphic Monad,
a bit John Dee, an Angel at the
Window.
If thee suffer, dire
agonies, a bit widowed.
Be a courageous summoner
of spirits, altruistic
virtuous.
A graceful tidbit
of gentle music,
in utero, a triad teaching,
Wolfgang Mozart, toi Asmodeus.
A whimsy fair-gypsy lady,
a mythological Magic Flute,
mine you yearn to play,
a malady.
A Hermetic philosophy
suggest a whee Feminist.
Duality Luna, luminary
A trois, virgin Diana,
suggest an Agrippa von
Nettesheim.
Le Mors, history past
Beelzebubian,
a' tres joli
Cherubian.
Attainability
cerebellum, cerebrum
vena sacrificulus,
parry only valerius,
Heroine erroneous.
Divination, divinity
hence, epicus Mortuus.
A fancy Miding Mallecho,
mysteriosis.
An Apparition
proclaiming amnesty,
apparthied.
Come once humanity,
come twice, Judaeus
Christio. Our souls
allied.
Furthermore, henceforeward
questioning Faith and its
epitome of Fable.
Through an act of man
to woman fine,
young, and able.
Sexuality in visionary
quest, Ceasarian
Tantrism.
A renounce all knowledge
flesh, "invisible mistresses,"
consummation "'isms'. . ."
my "Miss."
Divinitas tetigit
Excelso Anxietic.
Mysticus Dolor. . .
Heavenly angel Ovus,
as we soar.
A gayly expressive,
our Osirion knowledge
progressive.
An abundance exuberated,
serpent wisdomatic,
A co-union of spirit, momentarily
spurratic.
So, oui my love, romance
E plurubus scientific.
A yield, yours and mine,
Seraphic.
Transmutation, Aquarius y
Angelique, a beautiful devas
kingdom dynastique,
a new world of expressive
faerie.
Forevermore, forevermore. . .
A slight perchance merry!
It can be gloomy as winter's dreariness...
when nothing else glistens but cold snow;
and it can be as mysterious as summers' nights...
when the crickets are heard from a dark lawn.
Come out and see the many images of the pale moon,
which changes its shape on certain months, or days of the year:
full moon, half moon and three quarter of a moon
still captivate us more than any other planet distant and clear.
Who hasn't heard legends about this mysterious planet not so cheery?
In Medieval Times, it seemed to have magical powers so solicitous;
and to whom it was so leery...if not to a saint exalting God only?
Poets of this age...wonder how it turns lovers passionate and amorous!
I have contemplated with admiration the many images of the pale moon
for almost a lifetime: from my hilarious childhood to my hermetic manhood,
and it hasn't broken its incantation, or changed a bit in color and even mood;
if I could reach it, I'd transform it into a garden of loveliness as anyone should.
Itinerant mercenary shrouded with penitent robe
Shining beacon for terrorists around the globe
Hermetic curmudgeon; gun-toting xenophobe
Zealous provacateur who for ardent jihadists did probe
Material wealth a means; establishing a caliphate the end
Seeking Arab-royalty's, sovereign-sheikdoms to rend
Scourge of terror to blight all that western values defend
Sharia law to govern Middle East; Allah's dividend
Great Satan's engine to throttle
Region's fealty to bottle
Suicide pilots struck the monuments we coddle
Gratuitious shards and blood stains did the landscape mottle
President Bush promised swift revenge
Ordered Taliban to stop Osama's bloody binge
Mullah Omar reneged; Bushes' saber rattling had a malodorous tinge
U.S forces did the Taliban's quarters singe
Alquaida's overseas operations are diminished
But Alquaida's mission not finished
Alquaida cells in Iraq, Afghanistan bravely battle, mettle distinguished
Nevertheless, the infidel forces not extinguished
Gitmo detainees probed for information
Trite torture brought about stunning reformation
Stressed warrior's fealty to leader declined in isolated station
Under duration, divulged details about Bin Laden's method of operation
Osama's couriers cover blown
Seeds for fruitful harvest are sown
Courier's redoubt canvassed with satellite, drone
Intelligence on compound, residents CIA did hone
Calculated risk; Navy Seals in choppers did alight
Flying quietly with fiery portents into the calm night
Hoping the briny tentacles of terror to blight
Cresting over the shadowy compound; objective in sight
Down the dangling ladders vigilant Seals did repel
Into the throes of darkness descending into the mouth of hell
Perimeter defense, early warning signals were of no avail
Osama's stunned tenants could only stand fast or bail
Each obstacle, human shield the Seals did meticulously fell
Carefully following the trail to the Holy Grail
Entering Osama's room, rending the sacral veil
The caged warrior with precision did shell
Osama's dead body packed in a unmarked crate
Transported vicariously to lab, identity to equate
Identity confirmed; vigilant menace had met his fate
Un-consecrated remains tossed into sea; watery tomb his final estate
No antihistamine can
unblock the lifetime
accumulation of stoppered emotional gunk
zapping, undermining, and polluting *****
mine early life in retrospective avast flunk
stripped mined wasteland qua sinkhole,
where eternal reverberations soundlessly plunk
inescapable deafening, and
blinding this targeted
"scapegoat" bullied by most every punk
wrathful verbal sucker punches,
whereby yours truly habitually shrunk
within himself, yet self actualization
predates how severe
introvertedness doth debunk
the penultimate prevalence that mean kids,
albeit cruel, fiendish, incriminating
ganged accomplices further sunk
this then boy careering
into an abysmal funk
crashing into bajillion pieces
with soundless silent thunk
pitching mental health
(actually entire self)
analogous to comatose
state losing a chunk
of vital growing up years,
when upon reluctant
commencement into early adulthood
debilitating chafing
against self destructive
(mailer daemon) nemesis did brood
apathetic degree of functionality crude
delivering punishing perception,
now this older dude
writhes with lament oft times exude
ding self hatred, especially during
critical years, I denied myself food
never reconciling how affliction
cost development good
and plenti stunted development,
when scythe ying grim reaper donning
trademark black hood
dee metaphorically pinned toothpick
lovely bag of bones fragile as breadstick
easily crushed by madding publick
crowdsource, that slip of a cowlick
my excruciating body electric
demolished with figurative flick
of wrist now shutters hermetic
vacuum sealed "prison" brick
an invincible fortified bailiwick
walled in invisible steely fortress
hardest and most resilient mucous thick
against any wrecking ball.
Grace Thompson
1894-1917
At the timbered railroad depot,
On lower Philadelphia Street,
Across from the lumber yard and the state school there,
I spent many an erstwhile afternoon,
Sitting and worrying and waiting,
Like an expectant Ceres,
For the returning equinox,
Like an agonizing Penelope,
For her long lost love,
From the ancient shores of Ilium,
Waiting and hoping in the spring rain.
And I thought a thousand thoughts,
About life and love and finally dying.
And I also thought much about my wonderful father,
My gentle fitful father,
A wayward, kind soul he was,
Who, out of the blue,
Left the town and our family behind,
Left to find greener pastures as he said,
And who promised to return,
When his oats had at last been wildly sown.
And I waited and waited,
Praying and hoping,
That the next train would at last bring,
His lovely humble smile,
His relaxed eyes, and handsome hermetic brow.
But my endless patient waiting,
Came to a halt that day in cloudy April,
My last day alive,
When again, the tremulous train arrived,
There at the timbered railroad depot,
Across from the state school and the lumber yard,
And once again, he was not on board.
And so, here I am now,
Still waiting patiently, expectantly,
In my dusty forgotten grave,
Waiting for just a single simple flower,
From the only man I absolutely adored,
To be placed upon my single simple tombstone.
I wanted to find God
I wanted to see the Universe
I wanted to Converse with
Self intimately
I wanted 20/20Vision
On a 40/40
Dose.
Embraced my polar opposite
Corresponding to Heaven
And Earth
An Eden Alternative
She gave me Gold
Hermetic Alchemy
Freedom from chains
Unraveling my 144
Cell by cell
She aligned my chakrahs
Thru Universal OM Chants
No longer fighting self
At Ease with
What I'd been looking for
As I gaze upon her
Unraveling Mystic
Secrets
Lay ahold to Foundation
Of Cosmic Worthiness
All in Her presence
My Introduction
To becoming a God.. Kevin Guru©2016
the fires of punishment growing cold nightmares cracking
houses on the edge of sound howling silent hosts flashing
scarified hands fashioned like relics on the fringes of reason
exploding emotions in a caravan of lost whispers penetrating
the logical laws made for all to perish within evenings of flies
biting the air invades conversations to reap each syllable flung
into the hermetic tomb of memory mute lightning rods splash
delivering edicts of death flooding constellations within breath
mothers stare like castles made of guilt sternly emitting our life
eating its excrement pushing societies toward promontories
alive as photographs following footsteps of continual progress
chasing desire in the echo of great tyrannical modes of peace
shaving years off every door painting the world impossible
shades leading with dead eyes flocks of two-dimensional pawns
gasping for particles of the secret song stirring…
As above, so below ~
spake the Kybalion;
old Hermetic wisdom,
transcends body prison,
leads us to God’s kingdom.
As above, so below ~
energies intersect
in our radiant heart,
infused by magnetism,
on adding love to cart.
As above, so below ~
thus God in-dwells within,
as glow of innocence,
bliss entwined love and light,
of soul’s luminescence.
As above, so below ~
choose then soul’s vibration,
aligned with love divine,
becoming living light,
under the oneness sign.
11-May-2022
Notes:
The Seven Hermetic Principles, upon which the entire Hermetic Philosophy is based, are as follows:
I. The Principle of Mentalism.
II. The Principle of Correspondence.
III. The Principle of Vibration.
IV. The Principle of Polarity.
V. The Principle of Rhythm.
VI. The Principle of Cause and Effect.
VII. The Principle of Gender.
Here’s a free pdf of the book, courtesy, archive.org ~ https://ia902606.us.archive.org/10/items/kybalionstudyofh00thre/kybalionstudyofh00thre.pdf
Harbingers of Hollow
In my habitual haunting hysteria
I digress to an abandoned area
Voids of dimming dissolving glow
The hermetic harbingers of hollow
Landscapes of secluded shadow
In cathedrals of cacophony grow
A salient soul spiritually spiraled
Within perpetual rags apparelled
My ambient apocalypse of night
Demons joy to my severed sight
Within my chaotic baneful bliss
The kaleidoscope of love I miss
Lost within my secluded shadows
Sleepless in my cumbrous clothes
Living the life of non-existence
Into the path of least resistance.
First submitted Sept.07.2017
Richie Sambora When a blind man cries
June.12.2018
Hollow
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