Note: I’m doing a working that’s involving writing poems. You can read more of what I’ve worked by clicking the poetry tag. There are two things (technically 3) encoded in these poems, which I will reveal at the end of the working; if all goes well, I should put out three poems a day for the next week or so. If you think you’ve figured it out, DM me on Twitter and I’ll confirm if you’re right. Anyway on to more of my little poems.
5.
When you go chasing waterfalls, I
Can guide you back. I Am
Your Jiminy Cricket, the
Whispered voice of your loving mother
Reminding you to wash behind your ears. Of
The two roads, I can lead you away from sorrows
And to the path most well tread. I
Am the keeper of the light, and am
Ready to share it with only the most pure, the
Truest among you. But I am not the ender
Of your frustrations or your pain, as of
Course you are still responsible for your own grief
6.
There is only we, no I.
In paradise we eat the best berries and cream.
But not from that of which we were warned. The
Fruits contain a forbidden bud,
Of which He told us “Fuck around and
Find out.” We don’t see the
Point in learning of the trouble that may blossom
There is only we, no I.
In paradise we eat the best berries and cream.
But not from that of which we were warned. The
Worm shaped friend came yesterday late,
Pushing us to claim our power through harvests falling.
Besides, why should we trust a talking leaf?
7.
This carriage only moves forward because of me. I
Drive it with strength and confidence, fostered since AM
One by Ein Sof. To stand in my way is to make thy
End, for I do what I Will, as the priest
Implores us. There is no other way and
Who am I to let such foolishness as thy
Follies block me from the pen of the poet.
This carriage only moves forward because of me. I
Drive it with strength and confidence, fostered since AM
Two by the ancestors. They compel me to listen to thy
Advice, for you are not simply a lowly serf
But full of wisdom and cunning and
Those things that I sometimes lack. Thy
Gift to me of those things will make me a king.
Nick the Melaninated Magician
Nick AKA The Melaninated Magickian (They/Them) is a Thelemite and explorer of existence. They write observations about High Strangeness, Occultisms, and how those things intersect with race, gender, disability, and other social identities on their blog and on Twitter. In their normie work, they are a professional DEI practitioner, avid film watcher, and home cook.
