Frator Sirius
In the Hellenic Thelemic Tradition one is encouraged to follow his own personal Path, his True Will - as Aleister Crowley put it. Each one of us then, at a certain point, dedicates himself to a specific Deity in order to gain Knowledge and Conversation with his Daimonion, his Higher Genius or "Holy Guardian Angel". No matter what the image though, there is a certain point when it dawns upon us that in reality everything is but a veil of the Lady. Call her Babalon, Athena, Hecate, or Nyx: she has a million names and none, veils of Her Glory!
These poems are fruits of my own Communion with Her, through my devotion to Her. I hope that they will inflame your spirit and uplift your heart, so that She may drink the wine of your soul and be intoxicated, blessing you with Her Ecstasy!
Words Fail
My Goddess, my Love,
how I love Thee!
Thee that are Everywhere and Nowhere! Thee, thee I Love!
My blasphemous thoughts and my adulterous deeds are just garments
of this love, this love that burns me up, consumes me and
destroys me!
Yea, destroy me! Pierce me with your fierce gaze, full of love,
and hate and every God-forsaken feeling!
Who Art Thou? What are Thou? None shall tell...
Only this burning Love exists, but it will not exist for long...
My Love, my love!
In the burning Night I seek You, under the cold stars, only to
find out that you are with me, nay, that Thou Art me!
I Embrace you, and my arms are Full of Nothingness.
And the tears of Blood run deep into the Earth...
Curse you! This mortal soul burns with your name! The pain: so
extreme. The joy: so ultimate!
Ah! These are only the words of a drunken madman! Mad for and
from your Love!
Mad am I, with your Vision, with your sweetness that I can
nowhere find!
Yet when I tremble, sweetness is in my heart... I tremble in your
presence, my Love...
This sweetness from a promise no-more, from a promise nowhere
found... So bitter to the taste!
Your smell pierces my nostrils like steel blades. My brain is
smitten down... But this cannot quench my thirst, my Love-hunger!
Thou knowest! Ah! You have known all along...
My Lady... Ah, the words fail...
An Ode to Babalon
(In collaboration with Frator Musigetes)
My beloved Queen
of Babalon! Your barbaric stare burns my Eyes!
As I look into your eyes, I see my death. Yet with my dying
breath I know that I have conquered you…
Yet I am the fallen One… Dead but live in you…
Ah! My death pangs are just the echo of your kisses!
Drive deep your sword my Mistress, until I am no more…
Oh burned Sea of Inspiration! So loud with your Serpent tongue!
Yet your tail coils around the universe!
Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice, for your kisses drop poison in
men’s heart!
Your 3 fingers yell to our race!
And the thunder, the storm, the echo, endlessly shouts!
Woe is me, for I am nothing, but still have your honeyed name on
my lips of bitterness.
Iaessa, Iassana, Iaea!
Your name is Silence
Your name is Voice unheard…
Fire in my heart, Breath in my mouth, Sparkle of light in my dark
eyes…
And my blood a drop in the forest of the blessed….
Erototropia
Beloved Harlot
of the Beast myself! Myself is no more as I ride you, Whore of my
darkest soul…
Your twin Pillars of Ecstasy united under my blasphemous tongue!
Rejoice and be Not!
My spear of the Sun baths into your Scarlet Nature, and your
Sword of Selene pierces the metal of my innermost Sanctum.
Ah! Ecstasy! Ecstasy!
My soul cries your Name; yet Naught is heard…
The blasphemers cry endless cries!
But I have no Tongue to cry the rapture of my Self no more, under
this sapphire stare!
Sapphire, and Smaragdine, and Ruby: the dark gem that is my soul
set in the midst of your Breast of Immortality!
We are One! We are None!
The stars are no more! Darkness with no-light!
I dance the dance of the Kabiri, eternal dance in the search of
my soul no-where found…
Kiss me once more! Kiss me eternally, oh my soul ecstatic Mate!
A! A! A!
Death Pangs
(In collaboration with Frator Musigetes)
Ah! Sweet
swirlings of Intolerable Darkness… Embrace of Poisonous Lips
and Nature of Pain!
Pain and Pleasure: Two rivers, one boat! And the boat eternally
flows unto the Sea of Forgotten Names.
Penetrate the Inmost! Thus may you come to the Source of
Nothingness!
Penetrate! Withdraw! Be Naught as Names are No More and the
Silence unbroken.
Dance with soft feet upon the dust that was you; it is just the
whispers of the sea as it engulfs the sweet earth…
Rejoice! Die! Is not this the road
without terminus?
Sail! Sail on the Sea of unfathomable Loneliness, while your Name
is just the wind on the sail of Black…
And the sea is Sorrow,
The spirits are Strife!
Touch the human Body with your tongue of Fire!
Eternity! Infinity! Perfection!
You tease us with your painful barbed chains of Pleasure!
To Be, Zoe! Thanatos!
The Chain of the Circles and Triangles!
Tolerate no more!
For the time of Relief Begot us! The eon revolves, the eon
alters…
PAN comes into the majesty of Pigs! A cry of Silence comes into
my lips… And the plague of her existence is known to the
Cosmos…
