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A.leistial R.ealm

Hello From Behind the Veil

Welcome to my spot in the Universe, the garden of delights

Introduction unnecessary

Yet complementary

Drifting toward the Island

Waters lightening

Fade from onyx to azul

Jasper mountains rise from the plane

Formed in the sphere

Floating on endless waves

Pulsating with the heartbeat of the Sun

*

Venture further to find what may lie beyond

The golden horizon

You may imagine

*

Enjoy if you will

Treasures await the seeking eye

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The Locals

They all come here

For one reason or another

Usually it is to drink and be merry

They sit and they talk

To strangers and friends

Anyone who will listen 

Really 

They are sometimes old and then

They are startled

Like someone being too high

They cannot keep up with all the chatter

And wish for better days

Back when things were simpler

And more quiet

Although we are just talking about IPAs

They want a good beer

Something domestic

Something plain

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Mechanical Waters

I sit nestled in the Mountains Listening

To the traffic of the highway 

Echoing off the rocky elevations

Like waves of an ocean

The consistency ebbs like static

Always rolling

Always there

Small definitions growing larger if listened to

For a while.

In and out, with a sense of humanity to it

Also something mechanical about it

Still with an organic brevity

Far enough away, individuality can be lost

And only the totality observed

It's in the stillness of listening that the singular sounds

Can be heard 

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Above the sounds of waves lapping against

The Red Walls of stone

The birds are singing 

Unperterbed by the modern sonic landscape

That is slowly affecting their habitat

Life 

10.26.16

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All Liber Al Liberal

Aim of the Alien Alias Shakespeare:

To shake his spear of wisdom

This divining rod

The pen to the paper

The time to the space

Alleyway to the Abbey All Full of Ale

Spirit of Dionysus

Al liber

Liberty rings the bell of truth

Node nodal nod to the root

The Kernel of truth

On the cobbed cog in the wheel of time

Space being Wheeled

Into existence

Through time

It slipped

A wag of the tip of a hat to you

(From out my ass)

#shakespeare #wheel of time

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The Wheel of God is 42

4.20 x 10¹

That's All We Know

Now

Ya No

1 0

I O

IOU NO THING

AO

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Filthy Lucifer

Your Life, your Lie.F, your Leaf in the Great Book of Time & Space Matters more to You than anyone else.

YourSelf, YourSelves, YourCells.

Are you a House Divided?

Or United do you Stand?

In Oneness with your cell; your crypt, your cage, your temple, your grave?

To Cast the Die is to Live.

Throw the Dice to be Quartered in a Nickel of Time.

Shackled in their shekels, those thieves stole the world from under history’s nose.

The nose knows?

Can you smell the lies? They are everywhere - carried in the air, buried in the ground, ringing in the church bells. Hell, Hell, Hell; we’re all damned by default.

Default on the Payment; the Credit’s run out. Defer, Confer, Conjure up a Soln.

Brew a ConCockShun to douse the non-believers.

Witches must burn to pay for the burden of truths that lie beyond this illusory trap.

It’s not about the Time; it’s about the MONEY.

Follow the money.

*

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08.03.18 0724

AINSKY

#thoth #aleistia

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Cut to the Deck

One for the god of Chaos

One for the god of Order

One for the god of Light

One for the god of Dark

One for the god of Space

One for the god of Time

Ask to See

So Will It Be

For You and Me

Upon This Tree

#tarot #timelord #treeoflife #aleistia

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ASK

Automate the Autonomous Author

AinSKy

ASK me ANY THING

#ainsky

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The Mid-Line Crisis

May We Slip and Stand within the Space

Between the Darkness and the Light

This Fixed Spot Not to Find

Look and Miss It

Grasp and Lose It

Lust and Lie Lie Lie

In the Dirt of Our Deminds

Dire Demand for Disguise if Demons we Defy and Damn to their Demise

Look Unto the Skies

High High High

So Do We Rise

-AINSKY

#aleistia

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Bruit

A whisper had been stirring

the Town in its sleep

A voice bruited tidings of

Times bringing change

A great change for the People

Yet foreboding, as if

One could not imagine

What was truly to come

*

These things in the Night

They heard, but never saw

Things that flew overhead

Dipping into shadows

As the shadows they themselves

must have been

Their voices carried

Within & throughout

the entire Land

As one, the penetrating whisper

Singing of the fortunes

Spoken only in Legends

They were the harbingers of mystery

*

The people published what they thought they had heard

Mostly agreeing it sounded absurd

Yet hoping & wishing for it to be true

They went & they prayed in their dusty church pews

*

The God of churches

Merely laughed at their pleas

“’Tis not I who would bestow

such change upon the land

Of mortals, especially,

but most of all man.

You would do yourselves service

to make a new prayer; a prayer

worthy of another god’s ears.

The god who sends whispering messengers

that spread the rumor of imminent change

could be few other that the

Dark God of Chaos & Complexity

To him you must pray.

Go to the mountains or to a dark place

Cast your closed eyes upon the void.

He will hear you then,

for He listens within the shadows of

Stillness.

The Stillness provides a background

for all He creates

And Order acts as scattered tools,

strewn across his project to be

Chosen at random, an aid to his craft.

*

I am not the God you seek.

I care not for transformation or change.

I do not think to provide revolutions

for the masses or evolution to

matters of thought.

You all pray to me in the churches

& that is why I live.

I survive on the fervent worship

of my followers; I hear your

needs & desires, and am nourished by them.

You offer your prayers in exchange

for aid, but never have I helped you.

I am the God of churches,

and I exist to be exalted.

Go now and seek the God who waits.”

*

The people had heard

Only bits of what had been pronounced

by the lord whom they worshiped,

for the truth was deafening & quieted in their minds.

They did, however hear what they must do.

*

So, they dispersed

In groups, pairs, and singles,

Walking slowly towards whose places

often sought for solitude.

The mountain that loomed over

the town was one place,

While some chose the graveyard

outside their pew-filled sanctuary.

Others retreated unto their own homes

To sit in their own darkness,

undisturbed by the world.

*

When all the townsfolk were settled

in their respective places

The shadowy messengers

recommenced their song;

*

“Oh we, oh we, dark messengers be;

We travel the world spreading mystery!

Never before could you all have seen

what you will behold waking from this dream.”

*

And on and on they carried

their wistful notes & misty verses

upon the clouds in the twilight

as the people settled into

their positions for prayer.

*

One thing they remembered,

That silence was key

so they turned off their voices

& listened.

*

The singing faded

until not a sound could be heard

all over the town’s surrounding landscape

Lay a shroud of stillness

A tremor, a trembling

without & within

The roots & the branches,

the rocks & the leaves,

the flooring beneath the penitents’ knees

He was here or he was arriving

they could not be sure

but his presence grew closer

until it settled in their bones

*

Silence

*

The world held its breath,

at least the world inside the town,

for in this moment, the town was all

that existed - one inside it

would have been unable to think of any other place to be.

*

Stillness

*

And then...

*

A voice like thunder

Never received by human ear before

(at least not in this town,

or by any who were yet alive)

Reverberated through, punctured,

and saturated

the existence of all who were listening

*

The darkness itself the Voice

seemed to be

Profound & encompassing enough

to appear as a time of day

or a natural state of atmosphere

It could have been mist, or color,

or the molecules that comprise

those slightly-tangible essences

*

And it spoke

not only to the people,

but also to the land & to existence:

*

“You call upon me in your silence

and your waiting

for you have received the proclamations

I sent with my heralds of the night.

You wish to witness the birthing of

that which I have foretold in whispers.

You wish to live in the new realm

I am introducing;

You wish to undergo the great change

I present to you,

Yet, you do not understand

You want that which has not fully been

revealed &

You are not prepared

Only in this night have you begun to consider

my existence

After it was mentioned by your

common church god.

A good fellow he is, giving credit

where it is due, if only this once.

But, it has been to him whom you

have cast your petitions all these years.

In vain, I must say,

While I have waited.

Stirring, creating, changing the world

before your very eyes.

Only to be forgotten,

Save only for the witches,

with whom I remain in lasting communion.

I do not rely on the praises of mortals

to find purpose in my work

I am thankful to those kind witches, though,

who have provided & maintained

comforting voids in which

I find solace for creation & rest.

I fault you not for your ignorance

regarding my place in the world

for I am rarely found, unless

being looked for.

The God you know sits in the light,

Seeking comfort within warm congregation.

To him it is natural you would have gravitated,

for most things are made plain when

Viewed in the light.

I am referred to

as a Dark God,

for I

create all the mysteries &

the unknowns

in the universe.

I bring darkness & in it hope

for a new dawn to emerge.

I create change & disruption

To break people free from their chains

of ritual & tradition.

I provide new paths

Never tread upon before

To be explored by those

Who seek that which they do not know

And within that, enlightenment.

These things are those of which my couriers

breathed into the air,

those mutterings in the air that

led to your supplication & your listening.

This is what I provide to the world

Often unnoticed by mortals

While continuously changing their lives.

You want this,

you all do & you always have,

That firm place that sits between

comfort & pain -

I employ it where it fits to spur your

rigorous behavior & action

You all, set in your sleepy, fixed ways,

jumping at the first shadowy murmur

I sent your way.

You ache for the change, the revolution,

Yet you build your habits & your rituals,

your well-lit churches in which to

house your selfish god.

You avoid the darkness & the quiet

& tread not on the unknown paths

where only the witches will go

Bound & secured by your fears,

the lot of you are, like children

clutching their blankets

against imaginary monsters

And for this I cannot fault you.

Perhaps I can bestow a thought

of comfort to your now-troubled minds:

A bit of me lives forever inside each of you.

You can see me in the pupil of your eye,

You can feel me when your mind is perplexed,

You can recognize me in the mysteries

that comprise your body - the intricacies

of your nervous system, your brain functions,

your memories.

You can hear me in the screams of your

nightmares as you face your greatest threats

I am with you always

I am what keeps life interesting.

So, yes, I have heard your silence & your listening

I thank you for the sacrifice of words &  understanding

I am honored by your raw ignorance

& your willingness to commune with me.

If you truly want the changes I bring,

then shroud yourselves with the

dark cloak of courage -

it is fueled by your fear

allowing you to be strengthened

& no longer defeated by that which is unknown.”

*

The earth was quiet

& the night rolled over the landscape

The Dark God of Chaos & Complexity

had finished his speech

and seemed to have faded

back into the tremors of the dark

Or was that him all along

in the darkness & and night

that implacable chill that sets the weary

on edge & sends shivers down spines.

*

The townspeople arose from their rigid postures & headed towards their beds, sedated & slightly curious as to what had just taken place. Surely, if it had been anything, they would be reading about it in the morning paper, so no use trying to sort it all out in the middle of the night. Yes, a hot cup of tea & a good night’s sleep should set all aright by sunrise. 

*

A lullaby whispered in the trees,

full of words never uttered by human mouths

It cradled & rocked the town into a dream.

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Trickster of Light

These Lines, These Words

What is it that I AM deeply

This stirring up inside me

A wheeling, welling, whirling

Tossed about in Tropic state

Of Mind

*

Dispersion of the Forces

Break up the Vanguards

Get off Track

This Wheel Stops for Nothing

Changing of Gears

Babes in arms sprung from the socket

Rotation, Rotation, Click, Click on the Sprocket

Let’s get the Hell out to Dodge this Bullet

Who’s got the Trigger? Who’s gunna pull it?

*

It’s stuffy around here

Can you see me in your Sunrise?

Casting Shadows of Light

Upon the Walls you are building

In the Air

*

Tis an illusion

A trick of the Lens

Through which You See

**** U.C. ****

L. ********* Y.

**** I.D. ****

**** I.T. ****

#aleistia

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AINSKY

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Southern Sol

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Ghost Sun Rising

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