The Western Gate

Toing and Froing, Up 'n' Down in the Earth


The Balance of Equilibrium


The Quest of Babalon; Mystery of Mysteries

 

Sat and ringed by buried ceramic sewer lines.
Semtex tightly bound to the cellnet pylons
where once,, as freeland, I swatted the wasps.
Picnic in lead suits.
Crater creating upon the link road,
Earth mover stolen
to wrench out a cash machine.
Broken Holly Tree
adorned now with hopes;
Images of air;
carved tripod-crystal shines
upon its crown.
Sword protecting;
Goblet upon the Earth ring stands;
Lights candles,
dreaming incense soothes the mind.
Anarchy and peace,
violence and meditation.
The ‘skewer’ bites tangled to the intestinal tract
stomach acid waiting for the calm.
Dogs on leads, people hands tied;
dogs begging for meat pulp,
people for wage slips.
Fate played their card,
I matched them with chance.
Taxis, taxes,rogues, roads, eyes see lies.
An exodus moves in spirals- migrants;
Fakir spinning, the cultures grow dizzy.
Steeple erectus, tower Babel,
The church promises one truth
within its disturbing tombstones-
markers of escape.
City and junkroads of desires,
City scored and nature flee’er
Runs to new order
of no order.
Stumbling in prostitute alleys,
tobacco stained poker dens,
territory marked crack walls,
Smack halls.
Alternate dreams.
Colours define me, the night unites.
Becoming things and fearing, born of womb,
now seek
to pentrate
avenger of birth, fuckgiver of life.
Echoes rebound, feeling the walls;
memories invisible, asleep on brain grooves,
needle motionless
bounce free from sound grooves.
Railway signs, lies of nature
Road warnings, leyline deceptors.
Create desires where senses are stunted;
A man married her
She looked like him
A woman married him
he acted like her,
stagnation followed in equilibrium.
The gyroscope falls,
The beat stops,
The puppet hands relent.
Reflections casting realities.
the circle complete-
Infinity reached, meets zero,
Ultimate expansion collapses to infinite mass;
Unity collected explodes.
The game begins.
The democracy of night, where darkness reigns,
light charges broken into seven shades,
eternal conflict, pressure realises existence,
opposition creating inertia.
The pillar holds high the summit,
Against it,
Repelling;
Existing as one by its own reflection,
The Universal ring.
Balance rises as night succumbs to day,
merging;
The child is born.
Child of the equal seek your counter,
Seek the opposite reflection -balance!
falling,
And.
Together, within,
they cancel;
Appeasement and equal
by nature’s design,
zero to infinity,
perfection in chaos;
But between the possibilities stands one!
one as love,
unity in love,
zero and infinity bow down to one;
Cast a dice called love
and feel the shadow-
The virgin shy’s in Venus,
Aware of shame;
paths upon the tree uncovered.
“Be as the Goddess, be as the Horned God”,
both rushed for knowledge,
Now afraid to move
from the path, zero to infinity,
for or fear of being ‘one’.
opposites in equilibrium;
is a universal design.
“Not my will, but thine be done”
So We Run.

 

 



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Wot’s this all about then Guv’nor ?;-
The Random musings of a nobody. “Dagenham Dave”, is slang for someone one stop short of Barking (mad), though more contemporarily refers to any wayfaring and carefree person. Dagenham is a town to the eastern side of London (Luds Dominium) that was first recorded in a Barking charter in 666a.d. as the town of Daeccanham. Daecca is an ancient man’s name meaning ‘bright’ or ‘famous’ . Ham is short for Hamlet.
Dave is short for David, Hebrew for ‘Beloved’, My Surname ‘Wenborn’ derives from old English meaning of the Winding Stream.

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