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HAPPY BIRTHDAY[GM]GENESIS

Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years

Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres!

A year of infinite love unwearying ---

No circling seasons, but perennial spring!

A year of triumph trampling through defeat,

The first made holy and the last made sweet

By this same love; a year of wealth and woe,

Joy, poverty, health, sickness --- all one glow

In the pure light that filled our firmament

Of supreme silence and unbarred extent,

Wherein one sacrament was ours, one Lord,

One resurrection, one recurrent chord,

One incarnation, one descending dove,

All these being one, and that one being Love!

You sent your spirit into tunes; my soul

Yearned in a thousand melodies to enscroll

Its happiness: I left no flower unplucked

That might have graced your garland. I induct

Tragedy, comedy, farce, fable, song,

Each longing a little, each a little long,

But each aspiring only to express

Your excellence and my unworthiness ---

Nay! but my worthiness, since I was sense

And spirit too of that same excellence.

So thus we solved the earth's revolving riddle:

I could write verse, and you could play the fiddle,

While, as for love, the sun went through the signs,

And not a star but told him how love twines

A wreath for every decanate, degree,

Minute and second, linked eternally

In chains of flowers that never fading are,

Each one as sempiternal as a star.

Let me go back to your last birthday. Then

I was already your one man of men

Appointed to complete you, and fulfil

From everlasting the eternal will.

We lay within the flood of crimson light

In my own balcony that August night,

And conjuring the aright and the averse

Created yet another universe.

We worked together; dance and rite and spell

Arousing heaven and constraining hell.

We lived together; every hour of rest

Was honied from your tiger-lily breast.

We --- oh what lingering doubt or fear betrayed

My life to fate! --- we parted. Was I afraid?

I was afraid, afraid to live my love,

Afraid you played the serpent, I the dove,

Afraid of what I know not. I am glad

Of all the shame and wretchedness I had,

Since those six weeks have taught me not to doubt you,

And also that I cannot live without you.

Then I came back to you; black treasons rear

Their heads, blind hates, deaf agonies of fear,

Cruelty, cowardice, falsehood, broken pledges,

The temple soiled with senseless sacrileges,

Sickness and poverty, a thousand evils,

Concerted malice of a million devils; ---

You never swerved; your high-pooped galleon

Went marvellously, majestically on

Full-sailed, while every other braver bark

Drove on the rocks, or foundered in the dark.

Then Easter, and the days of all delight!

God's sun lit noontide and his moon midnight,

While above all, true centre of our world,

True source of light, our great love passion-pearled

Gave all its life and splendour to the sea

Above whose tides stood our stability.

Then sudden and fierce, no monitory moan,

Smote the mad mischief of the great cyclone.

How far below us all its fury rolled!

How vainly sulphur tries to tarnish gold!

We lived together: all its malice meant

Nothing but freedom of a continent!

It was the forest and the river that knew

The fact that one and one do not make two.

We worked, we walked, we slept, we were at ease,

We cried, we quarrelled; all the rocks and trees

For twenty miles could tell how lovers played,

And we could count a kiss for every glade.

Worry, starvation, illness and distress?

Each moment was a mine of happiness.

Then we grew tired of being country mice,

Came up to Paris, lived our sacrifice

There, giving holy berries to the moon,

July's thanksgiving for the joys of June.

And you are gone away --- and how shall I

Make August sing the raptures of July?

And you are gone away --- what evil star

Makes you so competent and popular?

How have I raised this harpy-hag of Hell's

Malice --- that you are wanted somewhere else?

I wish you were like me a man forbid,

Banned, outcast, nice society well rid

Of the pair of us --- then who would interfere

With us? --- my darling, you would now be here!

But no! we must fight on, win through, succeed,

Earn the grudged praise that never comes to meed,

Lash dogs to kennel, trample snakes, put bit

In the mule-mouths that have such need of it,

Until the world there's so much to forgive in

Becomes a little possible to live in.

God alone knows if battle or surrender

Be the true courage; either has its splendour.

But since we chose the first, God aid the right,

And damn me if I fail you in the fight!

God join again the ways that lie apart,

And bless the love of loyal heart to heart!

God keep us every hour in every thought,

And bring the vessel of our love to port!

These are my birthday wishes. Dawn's at hand,

And you're an exile in a lonely land.

But what were magic if it could not give

My thought enough vitality to live?

Do not then dream this night has been a loss!

All night I have hung, a god, upon the cross;

All night I have offered incense at the shrine;

All night you have been unutterably mine,

Miner in the memory of the first wild hour

When my rough grasp tore the unwilling flower

From your closed garden, mine in every mood,

In every tense, in every attitude,

In every possibility, still mine

While the sun's pomp and pageant, sign to sign,

Stately proceeded, mine not only so

In the glamour of memory and austral glow

Of ardour, but by image of my brow

Stronger than sense, you are even here and now

Miner, utterly mine, my sister and my wife,

Mother of my children, mistress of my life!

O wild swan winging through the morning mist!

The thousand thousand kisses that we kissed,

The infinite device our love devised

If by some chance its truth might be surprised,

Are these all past? Are these to come? Believe me,

There is no parting; they can never leave me.

I have built you up into my heart and brain

So fast that we can never part again.

Why should I sing you these fantastic psalms

When all the time I have you in my arms?

Why? 'tis the murmur of our love that swells

Earth's dithyrambs and ocean's oracles.

But this is dawn; my soul shall make its nest

Where your sighs swing from rapture into rest

Love's thurible, your tiger-lily breast.

- Aleister Crowley

Happy Birthday to you!

Happy Birthday to you!

Happy Birthday to Jorge~

Happy Birthday to you!

Enjoy your 20th's Birthday. Enjoy, Have fun, Birthday Sex, $$$$, study, and WISH YOU THE BEST BIRTHDAY!!!.

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First of all: LOL

Second: Happy Birthday Genesis, have fun and good luck with whatever you're up to!



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