The gateway,
A door,
Opened not in haste but in invitation,
Swings wide at the adventurer,
Will he enter?
Will he stay but for a moment to peruse the scrolls?
Hangs in the gallery a plethora of paint in binary,
Codes and sigils,
Ideas,
Once intangible,
Abstract,
Became alive with color and were written in art,
Then translated in the arcane,
Coded,
Encrypted,
Not to keep out the wary,
But to invite curiosity,
To nurture adventure,
Will he stay but for a moment to peruse the scrolls?
Disturbed Circles
The arrogance disturbs my circles,
circles that make up my circus,
hoops that make my world,
rings that encircle my power,
power that I don't possess,
lives in those circles,
power of ego,
power of mind,
power of wishes never granted,
power of dreams,
all my own,
and they all want the circles,
I can hear them clamoring outside my chamber,
I know well what lies beyond my circles,
I made the circles my sanctuary,
arrogance stomps my castles,
and moves my hoops,
carefully organized,
mathematically perfect,
moved by carelessness,
moved by heartlessness,
disheveled by ignorance,
arrogance moves my world.
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Samael,
Take your poison breeze and infect my boughs no longer,
Your brand of pretension is an annoyance,
It has cost you your roots,
Do not seek mine to replace them,
Trouble my boughs no longer with your poison,
Depart and find your silence.
Hide behind the dogma not even you believe,
Settle on a trollop or two that suit you best,
Be diverted if it suits you,
Pursue the docile daughters of Chava,
The orchids that take refuge in my boughs,
Will never be susceptible to your deceptions,
Or your poison wind.
My shade will provide shelter for you no longer,
She has grown weary of your weaknesses,
And you have many, both feigned a
Corruption By Digital Means by Aesthene, literature
Literature
Corruption By Digital Means
A photo,
A memory frozen in emulsion on paper,
A memory of something past,
A memory of someone past,
A memory created of electronic impulses,
Impulses of light and energy,
Man has finally corrupted those impulses,
And made them lie.
Now those impulses carry messages for man,
About Man,
And that energy that was once pure,
Now lies.
Predators are deceptive when they hunt,
But the prey know what they are,
Regardless of the predators technique,
Only man lies.
We look for our superiority over beasts,
We are evil,
That is our distinction,
It is man's difference from beasts,
And in no way makes us superior.
A photo,
A memory of
Pragmataeus
I live in the shadow of doubt,
Pragmataeus is his name,
Truth to be sure,
A Demon,
One I fearlessly nurture,
He demands that truth be taken,
To the darkest place,
For examination
Unctuous
How madness from beyond the gates of shadow taunt me.
You torture without irons or implements,
Your brands scar from inside,
An emotional Exeter's Daughter,
A madness from which there is no escape.
The madness caused by a male siren's song.
Your angelic smile draws me closer,
Your feigned patience stays and waits,
But silently inside your plot is to consume,
To steal emotion you can no longer feel.
Not even I, in my darkest hour,
Have sought to prey on that which is sacred,
To trivialize that which should be a gift,
Made insignificant in your eyes,
Disposable,
Laughable,
Oh, you stay,
Oh, how your patience waits,
U
Argument from the Continuum by Aesthene, literature
Literature
Argument from the Continuum
Don't say goodbye just yet
I'm content to hear you breathe.
a simple common task have we in breathing
something we both must do
a simple common thread
the last one we can share
held onto for dear life
until that last moment when the sting of finality is met
Emotions, a maelstrom in my mind
bashing tattered shores of sanity
the maelstrom claims everything
And you want more
words of yours, the source of the maelstrom,
words cyclical, repeating, enforcing ideas.
The storm picks up again.
The wind forcing ideas that don't match words,
actions that don't match character
each of these matched in your breathing,
in