Category Archives: Dark

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Occult Tarots

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The night sky reveals the hidden truth:
That all is one in the darkest of hours.
And with the coming of light
arrives the beacon of hope.
Therefore, despair not from the howling wind.
Lo, it is but a messenger of glad tidings

by Mensur Gjonbalaj
October 24, 2014

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The Devil’s Music

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The Devil’s Music

You got me in deep

You got me deep in a sleep

Deep, deep in the night

Ain’t nothing here, ain’t no light

Jus’ a man sitting around without a clue

Listening to the Devil playin’ his blues

Casting me under a spell

Bringing me down into hell

Shaking me up all around

With his guitar and that electric sound

I’ve been shook up all night long

Hearing the words to his song

You got me so deep in a sleep

I can’t drink, I can’t eat

It ain’t an easy rest

But life ain’t no trifling test

It’s been some time now

Since my heart’s been void of light

Just waiting on the night

To come back and restore my sight

The Devil’s got me by the ears

Playing rockabilly tunes of fear

He got me in way too deep

Giving me no way to ever fall asleep

So, if I die before I wake

Don’t promise the Devil my soul to take

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj

May 2, 2013

Song of Death

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Song of Death

Deep beneath the rolling winds
Comes gently sparkling diamond beds
A maiden cries a song and sings
That life is sweet and perilous
The shadow of her weeping cry
Sheds hallow tears across the sky
The night is dark, she wonders why
As she hums the chant of an old lullaby:

Do di dum, dum di do
Eh, ee ah, ah ah ah ah, ah ee ah
Ah eh, ee ah, ah ah ah ha ha he
Ti, ti ti da, da da dum, di di da
Ho, ho ho ha, ah, ho ho ha

La da da da da di di da
Ih ih ee ee ee ah ah
Va va va va vava vum
Eh eh eh eh ee ee ah
Se se se se di di da da da

And so she finds that to her fall
Comes echoing a violent call
That summons her down onto her knees
As the night begins to fade to light
When demons come to seize her out of sight
With her dies the horrors of an obscure lore
A song of death, one that she’ll sing no more

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj
April 21, 2013

Time Willows Away

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Time Willows Away

Day to day
The clock ticks
Time willows away
Bursting flicks
Abysmal ventures
Demons glaringly censure
Wreaking havoc
Upon the innocent

Flashing forward
The Oppressor sings
The songs of the coward
Crying, ‘let freedom ring’
But the law calls for
Death to free-spirited lives
Heaven asks to die free or
Live within the hives of thievish knives

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj
April 15, 2013

Boo to Buddha by Aleister Crowley

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Boo to Buddha

So it is eighteen years,
Helena, since we met!
A season so endears,
Nor you nor I forget
The fresh young faces that once clove
In that most fiery dawn of love.

We wandered to and fro,
Who knew not how to woo,
Those eighteen years ago,
Sweetheart, when I and you
Exchanged high vows in heaven’s sight
That scarce survived a summer’s night.

What scourge smote from the stars
What madness from the moon?
That night we broke the bars
Was quintessential June,
When you and I beneath the trees
Bartered our bold virginities.

Eighteen -years, months, or hours?
Time is a tyrant’s toy!
Eternal are the flowers!
We are but girl and boy
Yet -since love leapt as swift to-night
As it had never left the light!

For fiercer from the South
Still flames your cruel hair,
And Trojan Helen’s mouth
Still not so ripe and rare
As Helena’s -nor love nor youth
So leaps with lust or thrills with truth.

Helena, still we hold
Flesh firmer, still we mix
Black hair with hair as gold.
Life has but served to fix
Our hearts; love lingers on the tongue,
And who loves once is always young.

The stars are still the same;
The changeful moon endures;
Come without fear or shame,
And draw my mouth to yours!
Youth fails, however flesh be fain;
Manhood and womanhood attain.

Life is a string of pearls,
And you the first I strung.
You left -first flower of girls! –
Life lyric on my tongue,
An indefatigable dance,
An inexhaustible romance!

Blush of love’s dawn, bright bud
That bloomed for my delight,
First blossom of my blood,
Burn in that blood to-night!
Helena, Helena, fiercely fresh,
Your flesh flies fervent to my flesh.

What sage can dare impugn
Man’s immortality?
Our godhead swims, immune
From death and destiny.
Ignored the bubble in the flow
Of love eighteen short years ago!

Time -I embrace all time
As my arm rings your waist.
Space -you surpass, sublime,
As, taking me, we taste
Omnipotence, sense slaying sense,
Soul slaying soul, omniscience.

by Aleister Crowley

April 2013

At the Gates of Dawn

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Part I in a series of long fairy tale poems I wrote on one of the most captivating figures in folklore.

At the Gates of Dawn

Once upon a time, not too long ago
In a village that sat adjacent to a mountain
Lived a people modest and humble.
Crowded and small, the village was barricaded by a wall.
The stone wall had saved the village many a time
From the travesties of medieval life.
Threats were thwarted from the valiant Teutonic Knights of the Old Order –
Warriors of God, pious beasts that preyed on the flesh of the unholy
A couple of miles west of the village ran the River Weser,
Serving as a natural sentinel of the fortuitous population.
Calamity had not befallen the village until one strange day it grew.
A horde of plague-ridden rats had invaded the village,
Ravaging the food-supply and infecting the once-prosperous villagers with the plague.
Days after the takeover the village had finally given up.
The fright against these tiny monsters proved fruitless.
On the dawn of the first Monday of that fateful October
The Mayor convened an assembly of village elders
Where he called upon the villagers to center the village square.
Here he exclaimed that he was willing to pay half of village’s treasury
In gold and silver to the first man to get rid of the rats,
The pestilent creatures that have brought the peaceful village to the cusp of starvation.
A great deal of villagers had spoken of migration,
Something the wealthy Mayor was not willing to risk.
The sun had set, and no one had yet found a way to help the village.
The following dawn a the village guards heard a knock on the wall.
Ringing the bell tower the Mayor had awoken, along with most of the villagers.
The Mayor climbed the stairs of the wall to see who had knocked so early.
Standing majestically in front of the gate was a young man
Dressed in a pied robe with red and black stockings and a cap with a dangling feather.
In his hands he held a flute.
The Mayor called at him, asking him what he could do for him.
Looking up at the Mayor, the man replies,
“I have come to cleanse this village of plague.
Of course, for the price you had promised.”
Jovial, the Mayor accepted the help of the man and allowed him into the village,
And so entered a Piper at the Gates of Dawn,
Seeking to help the villagers in exchange for gold and silver
The Piper picked up his flute and started playing.

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj
April 10, 2013

Pan’s Flute

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Pan’s Flute

Come, come with me
To a far away land
Close to the sweet blue sea
Encompassed with white glittery sand
Come to peace, come to joy
Leave your family, leave your home
Enter a life bedazzled by a toy
Perfected with each blow, a smooth tone

Follow me into the hill
Do not fear nature’s wrath
No doom awaits the Piper’s will
A master of the devil’s craft
He seeks to enlighten those with reason
Charming melodies synthesizing the sounds in your mind
Shifting the moods like the changing seasons
The intellect knows no limit in the bounties it may find

Carry on, come along
Open up your ears to the words of my song
I know a way to ease the feeling of pain
Raising you back on your feet once again
Come through the bustling grove
Open your eyes to the new mode
Keep on going, desert me not
For now I’m here, and I’m all you got

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj
April 10, 2013