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Main Hall / Re: Real Life uses for a Philosophy Degree
« on: November 17, 2007, 08:51:28 AM »
You could get a teaching degree, and turn around and teach the same things back to more students?

Poetry / Re: Poets
« on: November 15, 2007, 01:49:19 PM »
I watch the birds of opal bright,
as they dance the graceless form of blowing.
You're delight of trying, but formless in ideal.
A formless string to words; aha!
Blessed, and wained of meeting ends of end.


11 = 1 = 0
The man of indulgence,
and drinking of the dragonfly wisp;
hued of the yellow of paper.
Not a formless bird; but an Eagle!
And in his dance is the capture of blowing.

12 = 2 = 1
Gather greater of yellowed hues;
a shimmer to the dark you would so hold of all words,
and all forms to your poet's graceless ink.
I carry here of the sacred wand and white scent!
And I carry grace of swallows.

13 = 3 = 2
A camel's back holds well of High;
white formed white of Lady Luna!
So let loose your arrow, gatekeeper,
and release your hounds of war.
Guidance will be but of my one and alone weapon!

14 = 4 = 3
Of escape, you move shallow;
shallow away of pity to self.
I see of the beholder to sea, and hold vision of past to come of me.
On the backs of Cranes and Swans, I've come;
and of your route to leave I've kept!

15 = 5 = 4
Clad of red in scarlet will be my form;
robe of hood and fire!
Gifted upon my back of the hand by Aries,
I stand of the seer to the Frat Owl.
And I scent my field of geranium.

16 = 6 = 5
Guidance of winged beasts I have of flight!
The sparrow swallow crow and crane.
And of the bird's mind sight,
I carry to field of me preparations;
Yes! Being here my crown of choice.

17 = 7 = 6
Shatter upon stone of lovers;
I call upon your sword!
For no doubt you would fall of masculine ideals,
that such form of earth and fire; air and water; steel!
But of the magpie is my only choice to steal.

18 = 8 = 7
And upon my chest I shall bear no armour;
but the beauty of the Egyptian lotus.
And here you shall see me;
My weapon of Guidance, chariot of birds, dress of Aries;
crowned of preparation and scented of geranium.

19 = 9 = 8
Of boot I shall wear not cloth;
the Yellow Serpent!
Tail to the Lion, and keeper of disciplines.
And through them I call upon;

20 = 10 = 9
Upon the field where be here amassed my foundation;
surpassed of your ideal and musted writings.
But I should make not of insult to have assumption;
you will not hold valiant of all.
And to my valiance; of my side lay Sister and Virgin!

21 = 20 = 10
Forget not of though bold Eagle, sister virgin!
For of is talons, he carries of your arms;
an Amethyst Sceptre,
and the blessings of father Jupiter,
in a gown of violet.

Check! Check I call, my dear poet,
as though this a game of chess.
I've come of war calls to spirits; and I have chosen my arms.
Choices numbered of eleven;
the second eleven are of your fancy.


Abdiel Teth

Poetry / Re: Poets
« on: November 14, 2007, 06:33:40 PM »
Hold fast, shieldmaidan;
grasp the coarse main of the satin pearl mustang
and keep strait your line.
Shine among the dark of gatekeepers;
crows, and ravens, and man alone weepers.

Without blind light; what blind dark,
would men cower in fear of?
Oppression comes not of dark, nor to light.
Be not a fool, shieldmaidan. Shine!
And live ever in the hallow of these keepers,
distance to their sleepers,
hiding eternity away in dusk.

But carry not shield, sword, or spear;
you need not defend or harm.
Only appear; free from fear.
Persevere!; never banish, nor disappear from this frontier,
with a gone grace, or once single tear,
all duality breaks, and seeps;
leaked of the sphere.

Abdiel Teth

Poetry / Re: Poets
« on: November 14, 2007, 01:12:19 PM »
Your rhythm and rhyme of poets gone;
common of both mice to men.
But questions; made of sacrifice,
giving way of poet's meaning
to save grace to rhyme and rhythm?

Should not control of technique,
have labeled upon death in arrogance;
"Shackles and Chains",
written to your brow of the blood spoken word
that soaks of your written red hand,
in mention of forms and frailty?

No! A blow between the buckle, of knuckle;
nor low or too high. No!

Love comes not to mind of broken memory,
but light;
and light of progression and possession to dying stars.
Trapped in dark of "Shackles and Chains",
and bourn to scent of musk and cellar;
members to girth hold no recognition to light of love or word;
only the despair of self deceiving thought.
Void; put of passing.

And life of passing;
void to rhythm and rhyme of poets gone.

Abdiel Teth

Poetry / Re: Poets
« on: November 14, 2007, 12:08:01 PM »
A virgin child,
bearing of temporate ideals and words,
holds shamless limbs to uncertain space.
Claws ravage, of savage constancy;
though numb thumbs of the children always caress.

Should language have sight;
a space of still motion and moving light;
then what foundation here,
does sight describe love by words?
Ask the virgin child.

Abdiel Teth

Library Board / Lon Milo DuQuette
« on: November 13, 2007, 08:57:33 PM »
He should hold some eBooks on the library.

Poetry / Virgin Women
« on: November 13, 2007, 08:48:18 PM »
These widowed rivers can bare no weight to man;
ironclad, and bourn of sword. Present arms.
But of women vulnerable, and bare,
mother water caresses nude to cold; and lingers.
Helpless, though worst of being alone.

These shunned mountains stand banished to man;
accepting only grace to dancers, queer and formless.
Untouched and unconcealed,
women walk virgin to father foundation.
Helpless, though worst of being alone.

Men of war shun not defenseless virgins,
for their bounty of ass has payment to ideals;
animalistic, and unprepossessing.

Savage touched, and clothed of misery,
women of once grace to mother water,
and once weight of father foundation,
stand alone banished,
and widowed.

Abdiel Teth

Poetry / Poets
« on: November 13, 2007, 08:21:59 PM »
Poets are men of numbers;
words hold the light to rhythm,
bleak to the vision of dactylonomy.

Poets are men of God; a blight,
belonging of the order of tongues, nothing said.
Nothing said in beauty, until mathematicians pen.

Poets are men made in death.

Abdiel Teth

Poetry / Comforting towards Bethleham
« on: November 13, 2007, 08:10:36 PM »
Comforting towards bethleham,
beneath the shade of the tree.

The breasts of a Lioness, nature with a young mothers love.
The winds gather themselves up together, beneath the Star of David.
The Wolf and Sparrow; the Serpent of Smoke.

Worst is my posture.

Abdiel Teth

Magick / Re: Thoth Tarot
« on: November 13, 2007, 07:53:26 PM »
I don't know if i misread the post but for a vivid detail of each card meaning, artwork etc.

Get the "Book of Thoth", it goes along w/ the tarot.
Yes, thank you. I have read this. This book is the mentioned Equinox Volume III, No. V.

Thank you very much, Kichara. I am very pleased to know this website is in existence, and I will view it just as soon as time necessitates.

Magick / Re: Thoth Tarot
« on: November 13, 2007, 04:22:07 PM »
Yes, certainly.
I will see if I can't find that work of DuQuette's.
Thank you for the reference.

Theories, Articles, and Philosophy / Re: Reaction to energy
« on: November 13, 2007, 04:14:46 PM »

Theories, Articles, and Philosophy / Re: Reaction to energy
« on: November 13, 2007, 04:10:41 PM »
If not for the science of finding your answer of sneezing, a cleaning for the women would be appreciated to her own right, I'd be assured.

Theories, Articles, and Philosophy / Re: Reaction to energy
« on: November 13, 2007, 04:05:33 PM »
Must have missed the dust comment.
Take a damp rag to the room; clean.
Then a second attempt?

Theories, Articles, and Philosophy / Re: Reaction to energy
« on: November 13, 2007, 04:02:34 PM »
A simple spelling mistake, corrected, I assure you.

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