Long Witchcraft Poems
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Open sesame
An arm of Cern watch
Related to the eight pointed star
Sharing light
unto the mainstream
where no one
is even guaranteed a tomorrow
Truth never hides away
facts always remains
An old babylonion Queen
arises scarlet spilling blood of the innocence
Standing at the gates of hell
Venus guarded by a pride of lions
With a symbolic staff
on an eight pointed star
Begins firing up a ceremonial ritual
deciphering the clay tablets
Cernunnos horned one
You claim to be master hunter
half man mixed with beast
Holding the snake in one of your hands
with a gold torc around the neck
Signifying a person of high rank
Disturbing the normal order
of nature and things to come
Including religious beliefs
and the general code of conduct
In this awful state
that harnesses it's own power of attractions
Balancing the heart and mind together
can tip with scales
Those heavily influenced by the serpent
on an eight spoked atlas detector
with coils running into a circle
Inside the middle houses an ancient world evil
Used in the past
from right angled arms drawing out
from the centre
Embodies a paradox of witchcraft
in an eight world region
at the dawning of history
Where it was written
in the skies falling down stars
Sons of anarchy
Your entrance was sealed in the ibis
An underworld into the bottomless pit
Destroying souls your aim
through the rock of faith demonic locusts
A co written piece by Liam Mc Daid and Maria Mc laughlin it's related to research on Cern and the symbols used
Book of deeds
Jamoor ,boori and kudo opened my book of deeds and was reading and writing in it, with lucifers pen.
I couldn’t quite work it out.
Jamoor attacked me with all kinds of dark things. He put a hex on my hand and tied it down with a piece of Hell.
They put a pair of glasses on my eyes so I couldn’t see him.
They shoved lucifers pen between my ears.
They spat it in my face he had a good bad book.
They blew prayers in my face.
All I saw was a book that he shoved in my head.
And pushed me down Hell.
Now I see things flying out my head.
But in reality, they died of heart attack and other health problems.
But still managed to reach me after death evil souls.
I know now if a Jinn approaches you just pay him in Hell’s gold.
Because the Jinn (Marcus) told me how to do it
Prayers, written work and art that’s all.
To tell who did it to a crowd of people.
I was so frightened I didn’t know what to do.
Slowly I recognised the truth after many years.
Didn’t realise how dangerous Marcus was.
He asked me if I wanted revenge.
So, he could stick me in the same place as him.
I flat refused and paid my dues.
Marcus told me he’s not paying but I’ll take any side that pays.
It was all a game in the end.
Sheds a different light on all the horror black art stories you hear or have heard about Jinn.
Centuries ago, women suspected of witchcraft
Almost always met a fiery end
This brutal practiced seemed daft
As rules for proving witchcraft would never bend
Women with a mole or a scar
Is all the proof they needed
It was really quite bizarre
As common sense was never heeded
Torturous methods were used to force a confession
This of course would seal the woman's fate
Witches seemed to be their obsession
No mercy came at any rate
Echoes linger where injustice once thrived
As history turns its faded page
For many justice is still deprived
Are we moving from or toward a darker age?
Graveyard happiness
(A dream)
My fate walks in my mind, he is happy, never mind.
The loneliness of the cemetery is a great wedding
I was in love, my desire was murderous, still that
This cemetery is a world, living the life of old tombs, all that
I see an old crypt, the inscription is old.
More than two hundred years old, death is happy
I just keep walking. I found the purpose of my loneliness
There is a tomb, there is a name, my lost love
New tomb, there are so many flowers, all withered, old
Withered like my life, my living love, hell froze over more
Slowly. The woman (died) who I loved. Her life was saved (happiness)
I killed her, I did. She slowly, slowly died. My witchcraft is her end.
I had to kill her, I had to kill her…
Her life ruined me, destruction
We lost our hope, our life.
It was sweet to see her die.
?It's the end of life
?We never die.
Hell of the cemetery...
... Ceremony of graveyard
Church of hell...
Wedding...
Death celebrates our marriage
... And lives
The poor child groaned
while his mother moaned
''Ah, he's possessed,
oh, he's been
bewitched'',
Superstition bemoaned.
To the witchdoctor she
sped
and was back with
murky potions
such yucky stinky lotions
those mythical
concoctions
The woman obeyed the
wily witchdoctor
Placed belief in that
traditional healer
and the poor child still
groaned
but his mama no longer
moaned
After two days of
treatment
and no lessening of
predicament
she thought he needed
something more potent
When all it turned out to
be
was a toothache dent!
But she would hear of
no dentist
Like all quacks her
witchdoctor
had fooled her five
senses
For his spells and his
chants
held her too in a trance
Quite a weird weirdo is
he
Beware the medicine-
man!
Beware that vodoo
magic and witchcraft
That survive on the
gullible and daft.
The Mage's Curse
An ageless man has lived here for a thousand years ago
Now, and at all times, an invisible old ruler of this world
His power is bigger than that of any politician or king
He is an invisible person, living like a basic man alone
A general worker during the daytime, but at nighttime…
He is the power on the Earth – by magic and witchcraft
Oh, the people don’t know what he is doing – life and death
He creates wars or peace with his magical power and control
Believe me, this is true, I am a student of his dark master
He is good and evil. He has no karma, can do anything
Similar to Padmasambhava who is the famous crazy yogi
Oh, the crazy wisdom! I love it! Fantastic philosophy!
So, this lonely basic man drives with his mind the world
With his powerful magical mind, creates pain and happiness
Good or evil? Neither this or that. He stands above the world
He goes through spaces and eras, he hasn’t a limit – divinity
He lives among people, he sees a lot of suffering and cruelty
He experiences the moral decay of humanity, sees the end
He is so sad because the fate of humanity is going down
Must to stop this life, have to start all over everything – he thinks it
Too much selfishness, murdering, suffering, and death – he says it
He doing a huge ceremony, a real and dangerous black magic
Candles are burning, murderous symbols are phosphoresce
Here is the end, thousands of meteors bombard our earth
End of the life
Apocalypse
Humanity
Starts again
The life
Blood lingers in everything that I am,
staining my desire with a feather quill.
I grew from apprentice to madame
with practice and sheer force of will.
You may ask what spell would allow
propane words unwavering and hot?
Embers tend to catch a bit faster now.
With pure intention don’t be concerned,
what is sent out will always be returned.
Witchcraft is a class with no cram,
just harm none and let the rede fulfill.
The black cauldron will burn any exam
that replaces knowledge with a kill.
So much simmers below a silent vow.
You never share all you were taught,
keep close just a bit of that know-how.
Make no mistake, my magic is earned.
Know this, I respect what I have learned.
He plays the chords with his blue depression
still searching for true loves heart expression
Though there is praise for this worlds celebrity
true satisfaction from there will never be
There those extol the merits of your voice
or the fantasy of ones visionary choice
ones merit to run with company so grand
or be courtesan to the leader of the band
Can such a person ever truly see
be freed from the snares of this society
reject philosophy and understanding realize
seek for all the truth and for its prize
The concept of purity can he ever hold
reject the hype that these teachings sold
escape the prison of pride and vanity
the pursuits of the world and its insanity
All of these issues we have had to face
the system is designed for humanities disgrace
liquids full of poison forced ingestion sup
the table of corruption with its broken cup
Oh how the gold of vanity has shined
and its thought adulterated and unrefined
the glitter of those lies have truth polluted
with the leaven of the religions instituted
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Gal 5
19 The works of the flesh are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity and debauchery; 20idolatry and witchcraft; hatred, discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition, dissensions, factions 21 and envy; drunkenness, orgies, and the like. I warn you, as I did before, that those who live like this will not inherit the kingdom of God.
22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. 24 Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires. 25 Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit.
Rev 22
12 “Look, I am coming soon! My reward is with me, and I will give to each person according to what they have done. 13 I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.
14 “Blessed are those who wash their robes, that they may have the right to the tree of life and may go through the gates into the city. 15 Outside are the dogs, those who practice magic arts, the sexually immoral, the murderers, the idolaters and everyone who loves and practices falsehood.
Witchcraft
In wicked league with the devil,
An occultist or an enchantress,
As an old ugly woman works on evil,
Powers of divination in pythoness,
Just an imagination,
Or a harsh reality ?
A myth or a fiction,
Black magic vitality ?
Dark as inside coffin stays the troll,
Candles lit around one browser,
Crystal ball and mysterious scroll,
Her magic wand, the real dowser,
Do you expect fortune and happiness?
Health fame and huge money ?
Adieu to all evil and darkness,
Romantic life sweet as honey ?
Wizardry, sorcery, take them as just words,
Twenty first century you ought to be smart,
Fortune tellers and those tarot cards,
Would you still believe in witchcraft ?
August 17th, 2014
For contest 'ABAB witchcraft poetry' by Alfred Vassallo
When I listen to Eminem I purr at his work,
it perks me up.
I'm then lured to write some words
and create a new verse,
that's rife without purpose.
No clichés are surplus,
and I've no nerves on the surface.
It's just an urge that occurs
wanting me to nurse to life a rhyme
as my digits tingle and fidget for playtime,
ready to mingle, in the meantime my brain feels no limit.
Set out in a stride that flows like the tide under bridges,
with a strive to blow minds and entangle sublime rhymes,
that I interwine between the lines leading in time
to a chorus that I hope to be glorious.
Set with the wind in my sails
and a drive that supplies the hammer and nails,
that wield together a motorised thought weapon,
with a complex that threatens,
to propel me like witchcraft
as I spell to fast
with the sails at full mast,
catching wind that's pushing this raft
and blasting through my mind as I draft
both good and daft rhymes.
Which seem easy and slide through peasy,
thanks to the greasy ease of a motion that doesn't freeze,
but travels at crazy speeds that please me.
It's not the work of a degree,
it just gives critics and plaudits a read
that they can witness
with it's dense intense thickness.
I don't care if it's rubbish
it's not written to be published.
I just like how my left hand smudges the ink,
as there's no time for it to dry as I rapidly think.
I just let it flow
and I know
like the tip of my nose
or the nails on my toes,
that it's simplistic
and explicit,
no need to be drastic
and complicate it.
I just like to glide like a cable car ride
because I'm able that's why.
I just like wordplay and syllables
that prevent the event of me feeling miserable.
It's just a cure that's what it's written for,
just a rhyme to read once and not once more.