posted on October 21, 2010 at 5:41 am

before sk suave skin care

after sk suave skin care

baby i am the knight of wands

baby i am the hanged man

well hung and well rid of

baby i am the winged bull

that persian beastly thing whatever song he sing

yeah i guess old lady fortune suddenly appeared in my room

the feeling of cold the smell of some sickly sweet perfume

she says oh steven you handsome old thing

(me : me….? shucks)

steven she says no listen

all this occult malarkey is driving you crazy

i say lady fortune what do you mean

she says my man you are under psychic attack…!

the doors blew open

the curtains moving by themselves

i was living in alexandria

isis appeared to be right next door

i was drowning in ankhs and frankincense

i was a tomb robber i was a room temperature toblerone

i was high on mandrake mixed by my aunt down in melbourne

sitting between the sphinxes paws i was given the third degree

the masons were banging on my psyche

the illuminati were monitoring my monitors

justine love waiting at the aeropuerte

the killer awoke before dawn

a woman taken by the wind

spirits marching in the hall

phantom soldiers at the cenotaph

my ouija board was going beserk

the ichor boiled over

the ambrosia had gone off

the nymphs had sore lymphs

the dryads had been sent by the triads

the night gave way to a gold leaf dawn

i sent rosy cross to get me a christian wolf

things went bad out the back

i was a druid but i couldnt get the staff

i was a wizard coz i weared the star

i pronounced my tantric mantra

i invoked uriel behind me

my priestesses rent the veil

lord is my shepherd i shall not wont

and then

and then it all stopped

alone in my apartment above miracle street

my eyes stinging from the ectoplasmic spray

i dialled some minor devil

666

666

1313

we are unable to take your call right now

please leave a short message and we’ll get back to ya

fuck!

and the all night alchemist on the corner was shut

no henbane without prescription

ok

just another night in the multiverse

just another day on the otherside

there there!

56 Responses to “occult malarkey in spades”

  1. avatar
    Lyra | 21 October 2010 at 6:58 am #

    Scary!!!though I like the concept of the multiverse:)

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    Freddie | 21 October 2010 at 7:05 am #

    Oh my! You’ve got far more onya than minor crummies!
    Slow down, take it easy dude. You can’t take all that malarkey seriously. It’s all in yo head!
    So sit back have a good laugh, take care of yerself
    and make sure you always remember to apply the SK Suave Skin care. ;^)

  3. avatar
    Cecilia | 21 October 2010 at 7:23 am #

    Send divine Kali after your attackers, she will sort them out.

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    dwellingwell | 21 October 2010 at 7:49 am #

    “Our instruments have no way of measuring this feeling”. Good advice to take.Cookie cutter walls of the hamfisted gestell that cuts of the legs and arms as well. It is a multiverse with different angles and visions.Who can claim to arbitrate what is possible from the fertile arms of physus ? My experiences were like lenses.Any particular lense is to taken any one more seriously than the other. Not one lense covers the whole spectrum of reality. “Oh you see in super zoom” No. It is there in the box, but just one way of seeing.Believe it or not. It is there in the box but you must take the lense cap off. But maybe that is not your angle and you won’t like what you see. Fine with me. That epi-stem can’t support full flower from still beginning till final hour

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    dwellingwell | 21 October 2010 at 7:52 am #

    idiotic oversight. It should be : Any particular lense is to be taken more seriously than any other

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    dwellingwell | 21 October 2010 at 8:08 am #

    JEEZ. Stuck in glue. Blew that correction. Such is the blog experience of improv throw-offs. Warts and all mistakes.I don’t like that aspect of it , but this is how it works and I accept that limitation. Not sure what S.K is going on about . Poetic language allows one to hedge their bets. My experience with voodoo was like not believing in water and being thrown into a swimming pool. Like getting prank calls from the collective unconscious and the speaker phone is lodged in your head. But I did finally cut the wires. yeah the wires can be cut and the power shut… Hardly my head space today

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    princey | 21 October 2010 at 8:31 am #

    Ah, it’s the ol’ sk back in fine form, when you write stuff like this, I can tell you’re (kinda) back to the sk we know and love πŸ™‚ The before’n’after shots are a killer!haha

    Hey, why were u up at that crazy time anyway?????
    See ya

  8. avatar
    Jonny Hollywood | 21 October 2010 at 9:46 am #

    I guess that makes two of us, well hung and well rid of…lol

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 October 2010 at 10:16 am #

    it’s like the darkest Reader’s Digest Know Your Word Power ever written!

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    Anonymous | 21 October 2010 at 11:40 am #

    I wish I could write that dark. To be strong enough to even think that much in such a short space. I’d have something finished already; but I’d be in therapy probably. It spins in my head just reading it. I apologize if this seems offensive as a comment — it’s meant in awe.

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    . | 21 October 2010 at 11:51 am #

    eyes of the tiamat, whose stares consume my view
    i was a reluctant visitor in your deep, wide blue
    will you spare me now or shall I morph into you
    while you seize another to glorify your doom
    i’m afraid now is forever and midnight is noon
    a wormhole to another dimension, speedily you zoom
    unpredicatable, unchartered, too late or too soon
    i know too well the darkness, madness, and gloom
    spare the innocents, their essence don’t consume
    have mercy and pity, your grace absolute
    let them unfettered meander under a wine white moon
    transdimensional beings looking for nothing, eyes zoom
    when and where, for what purpose, i’ve not a clue
    steve of alexandria, spirit messenger to the fallen few

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    Donna | 21 October 2010 at 12:20 pm #

    Steve, as always,nice headshots. Lay off the malarkey, will you? Room temperature toblerone…aren’t you sweet!

  13. avatar
    Steven Krut | 21 October 2010 at 12:26 pm #

    “the masons were banging on my psyche”

    I hate it when that happens!

  14. avatar
    DavidP | 21 October 2010 at 1:55 pm #

    read chapter 7 of the astral book

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      Anonymous | 22 October 2010 at 12:58 pm #

      David P,
      I think the “See ya soon!” on facebook was directed at Tiare and Marty. And I’m guessing the mask above was a gift from them.
      Hi Steve
      Dxxxo

  15. avatar
    matthew | 21 October 2010 at 2:11 pm #

    THAT was vintage excellence.

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    Lyndall | 21 October 2010 at 3:06 pm #

    Definitely a song in that. Just like in this realm, both good and bad, angels and demons dwell. You bloody well know when you’ve got a bad one or what I should say; if it’s got you. A good friend once told me to repeat: “In the name of Jesus Christ leave me alone” over and over and over in your head for as long as it takes and don’t give in. It’s a battle of energies… an attack of mind, body and spirit…It’s fuck’n exhausting…Victory everytime… Good luck Steve. Lyndallx

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    Anonymous | 21 October 2010 at 3:27 pm #

    Funny thing happened to me today,just by happenchance…..I was driving home and channel surfing my preferred radio stations when I tuned in to Radio National(Australia) just at the “exact” moment that someone introduced “SK talks about his experience”…..or words to that effect.So of course my ears pricked up and I learned a whole new meaning to the phrase “going bush”.I’ll be careful about using that phrase from now on!!!It was a preview of a program called Hindsight that will be broadcast on Sunday 24Oct at 2pm AEST then repeated at 1pm the following Thursday.
    http://www.abc.net.au/rn/hindsight/stories/2010/3042692.htm
    Actually my whole history with theChurchband is based on a lot of happenchances…..one after the other….some kind of magic!Who would I be without my beloved band,they are my life πŸ™‚

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 October 2010 at 6:24 pm #

    The Hash Bean

  19. avatar
    Karen | 21 October 2010 at 6:39 pm #

    LOVED it
    haha at the alchemist was shut
    the killer awoke b4 dawn …love that song this is the end my friend…

    its all codswallop or malarky …… or is it?
    I think it is then…. some weird shit happens and you think is it codswallop? ahh well thats being human I guess.

    Im pisces ,pisces dont get on with virgo…apparently..
    but I love your stuff (Y)

  20. avatar
    hellbound heart | 21 October 2010 at 7:49 pm #

    ephemera gone rancid, perhaps……brilliant, steve…..

    love always…..

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 21 October 2010 at 11:49 pm #

    SK…. hope ur cool with this….

    ****** Peter Koppes new website just launched *********

    Visit at http://www.peterkoppes.com – the site is fantastic- my second favorite place to surf.

    Now if we can only get Marty to shave…last time i saw him, i swear a tiny little hand came out of the left side of his beard, holding a sign which read: ” Have You Seen My Dog ???? Or My Family ???? ”

    AsAlways,
    BrokenToysAndHeros
    Darrin K.

  22. avatar
    . | 22 October 2010 at 12:45 am #

    The time will come when time will cease
    no rolling mountains, no rivers meet
    the final chapter, one last review
    cracks in my armor, still nothing new
    the gods laugh at me with taunting rebuke
    insignificant atom, what a strange brew!
    enough for them, not enough for you
    tied to the mast, looking for that truth
    promised land, mythological honey due
    why does it elude me, strange but true
    they said it’d get getter, spiritual review
    broken promises, pretentious and few
    messenger, portrayer, the most high god
    punish me and posterity unjustly, quite odd
    why I follow you continually I still don’t know
    guess it’s better to be tormented than left in the cold
    throw me a bone and I’ll run as the wind doth blow
    chasing memory and dimension, high and below
    man, it’s getting old, but the prophets foretold
    suffering and atonement for the strong and bold
    the dust is fading, the sleep awakens the old
    I’m back to where I started, nowhere to go
    hell on earth while I scream as a manic
    inner vessel pitching wildly, I start to panic
    it’ll get better I tell myself with an absolute lie
    it’s the same as it ever was, why do I try
    in a minute I’ll be fine, eyes ahead, soothing sky?
    another eternity like that and I’ll surely die
    how small we are under a sun lit sky

  23. avatar
    bionicanna | 22 October 2010 at 1:57 am #

    haha that first pic caught me off guard
    so did the second one
    i think he’s awake now

  24. avatar
    dwellingwell | 22 October 2010 at 7:11 am #

    there are subtexts here that I am reading. Could be right or wrong on my reading. But one of them here is a mockery of people who believe in this arcane stuff. I do not think SK is plagued by any serious Darkeners.Only 2nd or 3rd rate ones at best. If one becomes immune to flattery and having their ego played, those types are easily cleared. If you take yourself too seriously and are competitive and ego driven, the older you get, the more absurd you become. .Just my 2 cents

  25. avatar
    Therese | 22 October 2010 at 10:57 am #

    Is it a full moon or what’s going on in all that space up there?

    Peace & love
    Therese

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    BigSmilesKate | 22 October 2010 at 11:30 am #

    Hey SK,

    Two bits here – my Dad was born in Alexandria (of Egypt of the Lighthouse and the Library not NSW). And although not a nymph (alas those days are gone)my lymphs are sore and sick which is why they are getting zapped by the the great machine almost daily at the moment – half way through though!

    Careful invoking Uriel – you’ll get far more than you bargained for; that Archangel is made of mighty powerful fiery stuff. I wonder if radiation could be attributed to him/her – actually I like that thought and will think of Uriel this afternoon as I lie beneath the beam.

    Big smiles
    Kate
    xoxo

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      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 22 October 2010 at 11:16 pm #

      Please take care Kate. Because when we see ur smile-it brightens all our days-indeed.

      Darrin K.

  27. avatar
    Wiild Chiild | 22 October 2010 at 11:33 am #

    Love this one sk!

    Wanna come to my halloween party & tell scary stories?

  28. avatar
    Lisa | 22 October 2010 at 12:48 pm #

    Lots going on there Steve. This line is lovely tho – “the night gave way to a gold leaf dawn”.

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    dwellingwell | 22 October 2010 at 2:11 pm #

    That last one was a bit too harsh. My speed metal alcoholic housemate was raging again and has been blowing my sleep out over the past few days. I am moving out of there in a week. Alcohol, more than anything else, has derailed the human race. I wasn’t implying anyone is absurd. I just read some good writing with lots of play and leeway. No way to ascertain anything really. Impossible to comment. I know Derrin should avoid his brothers, but I can not say anything about S.K just based on poetry he posts. Too vague to make any statement about anything in his life based on that. We all suffer from our own situations , ego stuff and from all the suffering and ego stuff from everybody else . So who am I to say. I won’t say. I do believe there are people that practice the dark arts, but they are quite rare. Most people will not move into a haunted house like I did. I was one of the lucky ones I guess.

    • avatar
      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 22 October 2010 at 11:35 pm #

      Its spelled…..DARRIN. So get it right if u plan on using or quoting me in your blog responses…Mr. dweebingwello. LOL !!!!!!

      Have a great weekend !!!

      I love the stuff you write !!!!

      derrin/ opppssss

      Darrin K.

  30. avatar
    neptune | 22 October 2010 at 2:39 pm #

    I had two ouiji boards and through them both away immediately … after 1st use. Seriously. Evidently I can channel pretty good, but it scared the hail outta me.

  31. avatar
    neptune | 22 October 2010 at 2:41 pm #

    through? dwell, you aren’t the only one funny fingers…. It must be the spooky blog doing it.

  32. avatar
    Karen | 22 October 2010 at 9:28 pm #

    lol neptune funny fingers ha ha

    well that made me laugh
    no more posts yet
    I must fly

  33. avatar
    Karen | 22 October 2010 at 9:34 pm #

    my wings failed or hailed? lol hail neptune ( or hell?)

  34. avatar
    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 22 October 2010 at 11:32 pm #

    SK-

    Have a great show with those wild ‘GB3″ boys 2maro night. Cant wait for the cd to make it here- in Chicago. If it was sent by pidgeon-than Fuck-im never gonna get it….damn flying rats !!!!!

    Anyways-

    Have a great show-Be Safe, Healthy, And full of positive energy !!!!

    AsAlways,
    BrokenToysAndHeros
    Darrin K.

  35. avatar
    Ryan | 23 October 2010 at 1:17 am #

    great!!! back in fine form!

    re: the pics – jeez, are you still on about that youth-ening device???

    • avatar
      Wiild Chiild | 24 October 2010 at 8:05 pm #

      Youth Worshipper…

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    dwellingwell | 23 October 2010 at 5:45 am #

    Neptune, I am never through. Just pass me by if you think I post too much. Or they can just not post it if I go over a limit. “Spooky blog” ? Hardly. That was a piss take. There is no indication of having actually dealt with that stuff. I don’t believe it.

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    Jasperina | 23 October 2010 at 8:07 am #

    Happened to hear you in another universe speaking with Jonno and Danno. Smiled a big smile at the sound of your radio voice. GB3 at the Vanguard tonight…am taking a pal along. It’ll be her baptism to anything even remotely associated with the Church

  38. avatar
    M E M | 23 October 2010 at 10:36 am #

    sounds familiar…

  39. avatar
    isolde | 23 October 2010 at 4:19 pm #

    work it baby

  40. avatar
    Lyndall | 23 October 2010 at 5:32 pm #

    Hey Steve
    Read your blog once again – today it speaks differently. That’s what I’ve always loved about your lyrics / writing. Love the random images and multiple interpretations depending on head space. Longevity to you and your works of art. Lyndall x

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    andy | 24 October 2010 at 1:33 am #

    psychic attack eh?
    take care steve you ‘n i both know such things are very real….
    negativity can be focused and directed.
    perhaps thse new musings with the druids will help stave such things off!

    just checked-out the new O2 academy in birmingham…dunno what dave thinks
    but i reckon you ‘n the boys could draw a fair crowd there.
    bests,
    andy.

  42. avatar
    lente | 24 October 2010 at 1:43 am #

    see you in hyperborea my white freckled ego

  43. avatar
    bc | 24 October 2010 at 8:31 am #

    it’s like your high again…
    1313

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    plumlady | 25 October 2010 at 10:59 am #

    Loved this! I think lines like this were what initially drew me to The Church’s lyrics…..I don’t find them to be “dark”; just otherworldy. You speak as thought you’ve experimented with more than just drugs when you write about such things. Are you sure you’re not a druid, pagan, witch, alchemist……….

  45. avatar
    lily was here | 29 October 2010 at 8:11 pm #

    Ha! when a Toblerone melts, all that is left is … nuts?

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    dwellingwell | 31 October 2010 at 4:44 pm #

    There are only compressed nuts in a Toblerone bar .They are made in the Alps where the Hyperboreans dwell . The rarefied air crushes the nuts just right. They have weathered the elements like Gandalf going down with the Balrog.You could never even get a sliver of one with your styrafoam spoon.Too hardened, too small, impossible to find.And then, you have to know what your looking for ? How will that ever happen with an off the shelf cosmology and without an authentic relation towards things ? Unlikely you could muster up the Flame to directly (in the same space) melt one. Your Flame must burn at equal or greater temperature level, otherwise the Toblerone bar would certainly melt you. You must know what your biting into before getting out the embalming Jar.Hip susser sans suchness


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