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"Higher"
Carry me higher still, higher unto that realm where angels fear to tread.
Deep within the self, mine highest will.
Kneel before the Divine, commune, then break bread.
Far across celestial shores - in that land where all are but One, dancing hand in hand upon crystalline floors.
Humbly we bow beneath that One; shining bright as the golden sun.
D.E. Bauguess (7/4/2012)
"Babalon"
To thine own self be true, in all things new
And old; stand fast beside the one and only you.
Sift through the ashes and retrieve those embers
Of life before they grow cold.
Diving ever deeper into the darkened abyss, chasing
Those troubling, bloody dreams - exploring a
God-forsaken world amiss. Listen, my dear, to
The moth's dying screams.
High above the candle's flickering flame; dances
That golden lady, immaculate and divine.
Sweet as honey in her holy name -
Babalon! Thou sweet and sinful lover of mine.
David "Pendunabo II" Bauguess
(7/4/2013)
* Anyone familiar with "Thelema" might recognize the name & theme of this piece.*
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BEAUTIFUL
You are the compassion harbored in your heart,
The kindness you practice which through
The barriers of a dreadful calloused life.
Beautiful...
You are the unconditional love that you give. A
Deep love which radiates an embracing warmth,
So caring, so special from you to me.
Beautiful...
You are in every possible way to me, so much,
Joy and hope you've brought into my life. A new lease on life you've given me--one
That includes you by my side eternally.
Here is another one.
Darkened Corridors
Take a walk if you dare, within the
Darkened chambers of your twisted
Mind; tell me - what do you think
You'll find?
Deep within the darkened corridors of
Your demented mind you sit wrapped
In darkness cold and alone.
With every step, every turn, another
Demon is manifested from the depths
Of your darkened and troubled mind;
Sitting enwrapped in illusions.
Trapped by your own delusions, there is
No escape - all that you know, all that you
Hold, built upon lies, will always fade away.
Chasing something which you can never have,
Something you know nothing about - eternally
Damned as you wander, obsequiously through
The darkened corridors of your demented mind.
Yet another:
This Battlefield of Life
Within this oft-confusing, chaotic and melancholy
World, often cruel and unforgiving, ambient darkness
Ever threatening to overwhelm and consume.
It's in these darkest moments, that I am able to
See the most lurid of lights, and in the heaviest of
Silence, that I am able to hear the most beautiful
And soothing voice.
As the Beloved stretches forth His hand to
Firmly take hold of mine. Softly He whispers
Into my ear, tender and subtle words of
Encouragement.
Clinging to His arm as a small apprehensive
Child, I am safely encompassed within the
Tranquil radiance of His love.
In this I am given the strength and courage to
Stand defiantly, in the face of adversity, to walk, intrepidly through this battlefield of
Life.
Well that is a few of the many. I love you very very much. You are my number 1, my all, my everything, my rock. Thank you for being a part of my life.
Zahra