Pervasion of Spirit
By Brimstone
With this invocation I call to you, my guardians.
I ask you to bring forth thy presence as one.
Blessed be the first and the last, for they are but one.
From the sacred water salts the earth it has created,
Obliterating its power ever-more, desanctified.
Consecrated water wash over me, anoint me with thy sacred light.
Bless me with the task which I must set in forth to doing, forever more.
Guide my hand, spirit of the sky, as your fiery eye gazes,
Where turns, as fortune, unto the way of destruction and darkness,
Born again is Sol before the world.
Remember me this day, spirit of the sky!
Blessed be thee whom obstructs before me,
Crumble then their will by thy power entropy -
Change upon them by your Will,
Stumbling block, begone!
No more shall you darken my thoughts
Unclean is thy make, fear obscures no more
Within thy shell lurks small darkness
Where awaits thy true love shall be darkness ever-more
Begone from my sight by air, earth, and fire
Embalm this anointing water with thy power
Cross not my path again, begone from my sight
Cross not my path again, begone from my sight
Cross not my path again, begone from my sight
Cross not my path again, begone from my sight
May it be so as to greater Will.
Tempt me not, with thy tricks - begone evermore.
Comments on "Pervasion of Spirit"
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On Sunday, October 22, 2006, NikesRain
(1240) wrote:
this gave me wonderous chills from its deep intensity and tone... beautiful and powerful with a sure smoothness...
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On Sunday, October 22, 2006, Moratha
(17) wrote:
Echo sIo, except that I think it is a lovely invocation.
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On Sunday, October 22, 2006, Aunty Depressant
(423) wrote:
A psalm of the gaurdian spirits..spirit? - no offense intended by the correlation. Just that they are referred to as poetic, so I do not see why this should not be also. Ceremonious, but done with thought and passion.
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On Sunday, October 22, 2006, sIo
(898) wrote:
this is not a disgrace to poetry in any way. it does not spit on 'proper' poetry either. it is a very rare style, that which has been dying since it first arrived.
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On Sunday, October 22, 2006, sIo
(898) wrote:
my only speculation is wordiness. i used to be heavily wordy in my poetry. i still am at times. it's one of my faults. if a reader must spend more time trying to understand the words, rather than the poetry...it's hard to appreciate.