Best Occult Poems

Once, inquisitors would torture a witch
and strip her naked down to the last stitch.
And fear in the people reached fever pitch
encouraged by the clergy and the rich.

It's like scratching that unreachable itch
crushing skulls of succubus that bewitch.
And procuring an informant or snitch
the church used faith...

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Once upon a time
There lived, on an Earth as we know it not
An enchantress
A recluse
Living isolated in her forest!

She was content with her lot
For she had never known love,
Companionship or even the jolts of desires!

Then, one night, barged in through her fortress
A wizard
Alarmed and abashed
Running...

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Poetry and the Occult

The human psyche and its thirst for both inward
and outward reflection finds its medium in poetry.

The source of poetry’s metaphorical power and its
wonderment exist in the realm of the supernatural.

Poetry oft reflects many arcane notions of the mysterious
as it thrusts mankind into...

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IT  has no soul, it's in the dark side, and in the eyes,it will capture you
at the scene, and steal your soul,it will rid you of your dignity. IT
will follow you for all your years , it will take you over so close the...

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Throw all your roses in the air,
For there is no need of love in this lair
Corpses laugh and spin
Spirits run and play,
Under silver ash shadow
Magical sparks fill you here,
Luring into Sitra Achra
Crypt of the Ancient Rosalinean,
Majlis al Jinn

Lilith’s dance seducing your inner core
Nehema’s whispers throwing...

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no one can buy it 
                                until mind and or heart's fit 
 ...

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On coining an acronym for the neologism  'occult microaggresion' 
'OM' is right, 
But might get the Buddhists backs up....
OMA, WTAF? What about OMA? 
Its German for granny, but I've no objection to teutonic geriatrics, 
Unless they take hat tricks;
They can be surprisingly elastic - 
Vorsprung...

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Cut me a piece of her horn, 
Take me a piece of her wing,
For my death she won't mourn,
But on my grave she will sing.

There is no love but death,
Cut me the wind of her breath,
Beautiful skin like a reptile,
Her caws cut into the back...

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i insist on suffocating slowly 
still 
i refuse to die 
imposing my will to weakness 
avoiding applying the “why”

implications are closing in, opressive 
my mind is open, fluid 
suggestive 
interposing meaning and form with 
the spoken and written letter

the light source filtered through all this...

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Behold & beware…
green comet 
sails through
cadaverous darkness
on its journey through 
Sol’s neighborhood

Gaia’s parasites
blink at
the luminous 
icy rock
   (they are
   pummeled by 
   shocking storms
   & plagued with stormy 
   delusions)

It’s official:
humankind is
on the glowing rocks
...

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Land.
neural storm potential
a sky day
Earth's eyes
so fortune

Land.
the noble time
my Earth split
invited misfortune
in whirlwind

Land.
calm is pale Sun
have its way
Being proceeds

Land.
a solstice knows sorrows
so its hell
so feathers toward summer
will tell

Land.
is outside
being and southern hemisphere
source beneficial

Land.
a master of whirlwind
continuous form
its gust
the sorrows

Land.
neural declination skies
so hail-stones
so light
northern hemisphere slept

Land.
the...

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a carvery the sadistical it plough the salt on pewter it swords poles, rods, 
it makes that satic it means a Conan, it twilight it scourges, it raid the emcamp it ask not
a baby humanity it ask not in eye, it had it gouged out
it...

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every line bears this weight
clumsy truth, crucifix-like
and in bearing alone, they are born

up and sing
on the wings of those demons we've seemingly seen
to be
descending
one ladder inverted
where once Jacob had torn
down his alter
in anger, in the dry place where we left the vision...

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In shadows deep, where truth is lost/
I stand falsely accused, innocence lost/
Wrongfully convicted, they tore me from God/
My soul too pure for Heaven's facade/
Through realms of darkness/
I descended the Qliphoth's depths where light pretends/
Barriers break, and chains unbind/
A journey forged, a fate refined/
I face trials,...

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From Darkness to Wicca

In shadows' embrace, we once did dwell,
A journey through night, with tales to tell.
But guided by stars, we found our way,
To the realm of Wicca, where light holds sway.

Obey the laws of karma, sacred and just,
In this dance of life, we place...

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