POEMS
(Part of the Holy Days Tarot Project)

By Blackearthfire




Atu XVI-The Devil
(written after reading Liber A'ash  and meditation upon Atu XVI )
 
It is you who truly created us
 
Through seed rectified
 
in the crucible of a drunken, wanton whore
 
Though the ignorant laugh and call
 
you horrible names
 
but their folly is great
 
you are no sheep
 
that bleats
 
Oh, my god impale
 
upon your mighty horns
 
make them bleed and fill
 
the cup for communion
 
but woe to thee that drink from it
 
how awful a combination
 
is the blood of saints and fools
 
tell me--is there a difference?
 
you are the lord of creation
 
manifestation-great leaper upon
 
hills and over streams
 
wisdom ancient beyond time
 
lies within your center eye
 
those who worship you are fools
 
those who deny you
 
worse yet
 
a cold distant planet rules
 
your time
 
for though scapegoat to some
 
to me you are the true savior
 
of mankind-liberator
 
and within your flames burn
 
knowledge and the
 
spark of creativity
 
without which we could never
 
climb the tree
 
or descend the wondrous depths beneath
 
you are beauty and splendor
 
and without you
 
BABALON would know no beast
 
the magician a hanged man
 
your eye is that of the universe
 
and blessed are those who see
 
and cursed are the wretched blind
 
who walk in ignorance
 
of what they might discover
 
if they looked into the
 
heart of the beast
 
who bears the crown of Cain
 
call out to the lord of matter
 
he who takes air mixing it with water
 
and bathing it in fire
 
stealer of secrets
 
and usurper of power
 
serpent slithering into Eve
 
Oh Pan, On Devil, Oh Hadit
 
Destroy the destroyer
 
and set your children free
   




Atu VI-The Lovers
   
(Written after reading Liber LXV cap. II & meditating upon Atu VI)
   
In vastness of space
 
shines a single star
 
for the fleet footed
 
mercury to leap across
 
pulling together to unify
 
two faces of our existence
 
separate yet connected
 
placed side by side
 
wedding the hermit and his veiled bride
 
as the fool he lept
 
as magician he tricked
 
as emporer he ruled
 
as hierophant he prayed
 
so she too took roles
 
to play
 
as priestess she invoked
 
as empress she created
 
as justice with sword
 
she separated
 
now she is the hidden bride
 
a black queen to the white king
 
riding upon the wings of a great red eagle
 
descending great heights to deliver her
 
at the gates of the temple
 
where once she lived
 
resplendent in her pale yellow gown
 
shining like gold against
 
the indigo sky
 
in her hand a jade cup
 
engraved with raven
 
perched atop skull
 
in the distance
 
a great roar is heard
 
like that of a wild beast
 
and arriving it does from the east
 
a great lion of white
 
his mane aflame
 
upon his back is the king in black
 
covered with scarlet robe
 
descending his mount he strides forth
 
to his bride
 
clutching in his hands a coiled serpent
 
entwined about a large brass egg
 
reaching they clasp
 
and arm in arm
 
into the temple lead
     




Atu XI-Lust
 
(Written after reading Liber Stellae Rubeae & meditating upon Atu XI)
   
Oh wanton mistress
 
of the crimson dawn
 
wrap your hair
 
in flaming tendrils around me
 
consume the serpent
 
and like a charmer of snakes
 
draw forth its venom
 
oh creatress who legs spread wide
 
on the crevice of the abyss
 
become drunk upon its venom
 
secret seed stolen
 
for your pleasure
 
open wider still your cup of abominations
 
and let me, like a great lion
 
with tongues of flickering flame
 
lap up its contents
 
and strike like a cobra
 
deep into your essence
 
spiraling through you
 
in waves of debauchery
 
in ebb and flow
 
before shooting beyond
 
your body and surrounding
 
you in a fountain of swirling colors
 
which fade to black
 
before emenating in rays of icy silver
 
flecked with spectral blue