occult poetry
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Time has a way of gifting its victories, like sunlit garden kisses, sweet with finally, finally, after an age-long dance of longing. Time, make me Virgil. See me toil in the soil of words, black with the wet of lands that shallow hands will never know, ever. Key holder, astral pirate, bring me Keats bones, let me converse with Claudel, how she held the… Read more
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Pass through into night, as the moon rests on the azure blue petals of flowers that open to greet you. Oh, isn’t it you?Master of Thebes, who walks amongst the living, speaking strange enchantments into the hearts of men still unknowing. Khepri turns the globe, glowing smooth up the howling East. Pleasure, joy rapture in… Read more
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Clock my magick eyesthat have dared to dream new realms, those open desertswhere my lion’s paw steps with ease. I’ve come to claim my demons, to lay within the night,knowing it was nevermine to quit but love, and love again in will’s embrace. Fashioning rituals with heavy perfume, bringing the sense to dance in the astral circle, moving clear through the rules you keep. See my… Read more
C.L.Lloyd 