The Black Vault

[at1with0]

edit:
I think this is all of the ones I would ever want read by the public


http://www.alphaomegadimension.info/med ... 0-2010.pdf

let me know if the link fails to work









geez where do I start?

I have a group of poems that are recent. I don't usually find myself being prolific but this time I revealed a dozen poems near the end of march. I'll just keep it to three for now. Feel free to post your stuff.

Oh... and looking over these recent poems. I have absolutely no memory of what was written. When I read it now, it seriously might as well been someone else who wrote it. The writings seem as separate from me as people do in a dream.

A revisionist history


a mighty quake strikes the blind legends of this spirit
guiding them to the chalice of strength and fury
holding forever the stance before.

fools reckoning a formulated consumption
always of a life of divinity finally formed
I summon the remnants, sickened by time
my military is empty, the I is forlorn with thoughts of revenge
breaking the towers holding the masters and their keys

clarity is the scorn of man
as the brothers crawl
circulate that which is the “you are.”

he who did bathe in a life so profane
burned and burdened by the great power, your power.

worlds gather, seeing your ways of silence, itself, you
A war of words in my mouth, truth versus lies
the wrath-gods of high, victorious… their principalities .

our golem of you rises again, speaking a mantra
blinded by light, the oldest ash reveals a history
dawning of the senses, discriminating the abyss.

tasting the pleading silence urging speech
turned bitter by the sound of emptiness
conquering the eternal flesh.

bathed by the void, your might exposed you to the greatest impurity
you, evolving, disband the spirits by a rage that lingers
worship not the creator of this
No Minds forever beg of you.

delivered into your scorched hands, consumed by the flames of power
armies find solace in the essence of the throne
the enshrined hindered by their spite

the “it is” when broken laughs, feeding you wine of the lust-god
come by my suffering of meagerness
praising the dismantling of bitter weapons turned on star dust

clinging to their spite, shadows of the father
these empty eyes, for your inside is the outside
bringing to light, this bitterness.

their meekness embracing the enslaver by night
my land of redemption
still all is cursed.
blood drains by the light of the moon
intruding reason, standing in the way of yourself

the gift of pestilence distributed to the sheep
an infected enemy overshadowed by their cowardice
remembering the “I am” divinity despite the venom
the will-fire dies in the skies
perishing beneath this.



You, It, I, Us

Of the becoming, the joining of substance, a knowing;
inhuman of the earth, never thee bound
for he, having disdained his visions
of the praised one who raises a flesh among us,
as you wonder why we suffocate.

return all from our words, inception of worlds
The I, massive in spirit, praises the here and now.
choose water of that which is
these who have hope so, feeling the eternal eyes
watching.

That of principles which are;
you are the sacred, of gods.
the I am sees the hands: influence.
may it bring your being to your being
the powers you release upon worlds again.
They and their claiming of them for all time.

Fleshy humans, of god when the high perish
In the depths of the earth,
unmatched ABSU, bringer of the bliss.

Martyrs, speaking your name, beyond arising;
call heard through merciless ones,
hallowed by the ignorant.
Through trials, you heed dreams of weakened bones
feeding upon flesh.
Seekers are of the ash,
burned as we: a manifesting of contrary people.

Taste of the folly;
praise the lands of fate.
Dwelling in the spoils of ourselves
Who led the dead through hells

your angels fortify the leviathan
soon seething, a being rooted in mortality
through inhuman laws, a pouring of ourselves
into you.




Arcanist Probation


no hope for the vanquished
leery they are of exalted labels, honorifics
the label divides, limits
for they who are broken have a choice
live or die; get up or stay down; grow or shrivel

those who heed the call
who heed their dreams
who heed the signs
who heed the writing on the wall
step forward and take command of yourself
step forward and live up to your potential
step forward and show your strength

exclusive, by invitation only
will you accept, not knowing what’s on the other side of the gate?
not knowing what you’ll find when you look inside yourself?
not knowing what they will find when they see you?
not knowing how limitless you can be?
not knowing whether to get up or stay down?

invitations scattered across the cosmos
clues, twinges, glitches, ordinary only to the unordinary, the contrary
signs both subtle and gross
only those with eyes will see
only those with fingers will touch
only those of mind will know

a character recognition, both symbolic and personal
the symbol who is the person
the person who is the symbol
pointing to a container of utmost divinity
here, all are related through a knowledge considered profane
merely esoteric, merely nameless
one from ten and two from a hundred

not understanding that which is only hinted at
things naturally fall into place, clicking
the honing of tools
seeing, dreaming, feeling, knowing

system of checks and balances
invention balanced by discovery
creation balanced by reason
creation checked by the consensus
escape checked by conviction
lifting checked by gravity
imagination checked by the brutal truth

they are the children
they are the fathers and mothers
they are the tricksters and the teachers
they are wise old hermits and the mad fools living under a bridge
they are warriors and they are cowards
they are everyman

they shout the unintelligible from the rooftops
they howl at the moon and they check its astronomical measurements
yearning for when it casts shadows of trees in the ubiquitous forest
the world’s shadow is where you will find them

their acknowledgement can direct thy path
watershed moment

they are tangible
they are here and now
they hide in plain sight
they do out of necessity
they do out of whim

out of discord among them, diversities grew
motives from the selfish to the selfless
their connection bled
only with clarity seeing them as one
frivolousness of purpose degenerates things to their atomic form
once whole, now estranged, split

they divided themselves
they conquered themselves

lost and scattered they are
hidden as gems in the sand; hidden from each other
isolated
hiding from themselves, lying to themselves
a defense against the great fear of unleashing themselves without inhibition
without regret

from one there are two
from two there are ten
from ten there are hundreds

the two reflect each other
an infinite sequence of nested mirrors
polishing each other, preparing

the ten are neophyte to zelator
to lord of the portal to Adeptus Exemptus
to Ipsissimus.

the hundreds are one
the one is hundreds
a multitude forming their own consensus to unleash creation

those of arcane force gather
the ocean becomes the drops
the drops become the ocean
immortal rites opening the gates
rising through the spheres.




Redemption through Summoning



You stand before us, listless and afraid
Witness our assemblage, the assuming of forms you may apprehend
Know our presence and choose thy path

We, unassuaged by your demands, have made the decision
Choosing to be the woven tapestry that is all that is
Your demands mean nothing to us.

Our benefit in your world is circumstantial, as is our detriment
For you are not worthy of the divine kiss
While your world succumbs to corrosion.

Our intelligence stirs, as we watch you crawl while you destroy yourselves
You call our name, weeping, despite your ignorance of whose name you cry
human, deceived by the shadow the light of dawn creates
seeping into your being.

We give you gifts lost upon you, shameful waste
knowledge dies in a cauldron of caustic lies, your discernment impaired
by your shallow, interjected meaning.

The truth eclipses your understanding, limited by a simplistic mode of seeing
the change we have brought upon you shall potently transmute all you see
as we redeem your worthless lives.

While you cling to us, the divine consortium disavows you once more
as your race searches for refuge within the symbols, empty they are.

Love the mind as yourself for, in truth, it is.
Mind the love for, in truth, it is.
We are the living, breathing truth; the final truth
finally have we arrived, aligning the spheres.

Clarity of the conduit offers a new hope
but you still don’t see all that is to be seen.
the veil separating the dream from the lucid dream
wrought confusion for uncountable years.

Within the slumbering mass thou shalt respond to our call,
reforming your world after a deadly schism
We wait in utter silence for the winds to sweep through your land,
watching you suffer.

through our eyes there is clarity
through our eyes there is peace
through our eyes there is bliss
through our eyes there is love.
Through eyes behind the soul,
You finally see what is.

Our kiss, our gifts, ending the listless fear
as you see the clues.

[at1with0]

damn this board polls don't seem to work.

[chiselray]

my form was invalid..

i'll do a manual vote for the turquoise

[at1with0]

cool thx for weighing in

[chiselray]

Martyrs, speaking your name, beyond arising;
call heard through merciless ones,
hallowed by the ignorant.
Through trials, you heed dreams of weakened bones
feeding upon flesh.
Seekers are of the ash,
burned as we: a manifesting of contrary people.

just had some thoughtsssssss...

Its all grand...the silver lining is all true,but what generation will see it ...
life seems so simple if you love all the mess that comes along with it...there is never darkness ,not even in the darkest of places,only will there be bludgeoning horror ,but there will never be gone the narratives that make life grand above the horror.
Once alight ,all that can hurt the innocent is themselves...

[at1with0]

just had some thoughtsssssss...

Its all grand...the silver lining is all true,but what generation will see it ...
life seems so simple if you love all the mess that comes along with it...there is never darkness ,not even in the darkest of places,only will there be bludgeoning horror ,but there will never be gone the narratives that make life grand above the horror.
Once alight ,all that can hurt the innocent is themselves...

Interesting.

[at1with0]

lies: shadow of the light-truth


eyes apprehend armies blowing flames upon the face of sin: man
hastily judged by the light underneath the waters
a festering truth driving mortals mad with terror

among my brothers I stand waiting,
slaying the prayer of demands
their worldly ways engender ire
impeding the being’s growth

discord among the gods
you are fastened to a dying animal

of “this is” you were seeded from the god-force.

celebrating the pleasures of flesh
draining the spirit-gods of their animus.

[bionic]

At1!!!

I do NOT know how I missed this stuff until just now.

Great..really GREAT stuff!!

Dang!

cool



I love how you've used color to represent transition (how chakra-like)..too cool..good stuff

yah know..the last two stanzas seem prophetic..you say you were inan altered state while writing this?

Make me wonder..I mean it's spot on stuff (it feels like it is)..yah can feel that..sooo..well..it has a nostrodamas, a see'r kinda feel..channeling..sorta?..inspired, at least?

At1, have you been known to 'speak in tongues' on occasion?

[bionic]

That three Musketeers saying comes to mind, sorta..
"One for all and all for one"

except it goes...
'one is all and all is one'

[chiselray]

yeah i agree bionic...they are line for line indulging..

I pretty much liked all of em..