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Ken Poirot

Ken Poirot, born on October 11, 1971, is a renowned author known for his unique literary style and profound social insights. His works have won the hearts of readers with their distinctive perspective and deep understanding of society. more

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“All that was ordered and stable is shaken. The Æon of Wonders is come. Like locusts shall they gather themselves together, the servants of the Star and the Snake, and they shall eat up everything that is upon the earth. For why? Because the Lord of Righteousness delighteth in them. (16:6)”

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Book:Visions & Voices: Aleister Crowley's Enochian Visions with Astrological & Qabalistic Commentary
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“Soft warbles echo notes that rise and drown, In the waltz of the breeze through rusty leaves, From the highest tree bough, upon its crown, Drifting regards resound with tuneful ease, As the dust of autumn sweeps on it’s vale, A mockingbird sings in the sun’s lulled glow, Ballads for time as it spins a new tale, Drama in its pose and flair in its flow, So charms the songster with hundreds of tunes; For vast spread wings behold more than their share, The countless dawns and passing many moons Have guided its flights with no sight to spare; Yet new trails await with new sights to see, Each recount sung with unflawed mimicry.”

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Author:Marie Helen Abramyan
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“When you say 'I want to fit in,' you are essentially volunteering yourself as a victim, and when the thing you want to fit in with is 'society' - well, as 'society' is just another word for government, you're basically begging the government to control you and use you as it wishes for its nefarious purposes, which can be pretty damn nefarious, if 'nefarious' means what I believe it does.”

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Book:King Dork Approximately
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“Dear Amnesiac, Yes, your pyramids were raised Roughly up at right angles To exert out loud and bright in the jungle And obscure in darkness the jungle around— And how many years is it you're living In fear of the darkness there created? You’ve your back to the door and the four corners You’re standing in a room with walls and a floor But just the same as any other You’ve stood in in pictures or places before. Alien in your place of birth, you pound An outraged fist into your palm, but are Too over-tired and too much adrift, Not at home, grown absent in an absent world. So— your steam engine roared Across space and the four seasons, And from conductors’ hands unloaded Its surplus even to the farthest hamlet. Yes, your transportations have taken you Beyond the known horizon, but not any Nearer to infinity, nor to eternity. That is the moon double-paned in the window-glass But could just as well be another bulb reflected. Afloat, nowhere, a ghost you have become You having from many hands vanished. Your mind will not stop wandering, and all over These carnival streets is too much noise for hearing. You have withdrawn from this; are living in fear. You fear death and the chances of death So far removed you live from dying... And waking up you find the day is there, Existing, all-ready, you can only enter— And looking to the night you see a frontier that's Cold, empty, like it's a world you've never known. You've become stuck in the middle of it, without any Sense of the horizons, and are all the time crying Too furious for the ruin of your world. But every thing in ruin must first be made: A wildfire only burns, transforms The wood, and passes. It is not a collapse. Too anxious you’re striving to build a new day— Every morning only awaits your being born.”

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Book:The Windswept Verses
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