Poetry | June 14, 2022

Notes on Salon de Jade – Satanism

from October 31, 2021

by LOLA

Oh, what the human psyche has done…

The devil always has his tongue in his cheek.

Satan: 

Radical self-expression, 

Or insidious?

Asking: Who is the best at articulation?

What is the flaw of envisioning heaven?

We think back to heaven’s early days…

The floor is silver 

and nothing remains of the rejected angel.

When we say willful destruction, no one claps.

No one likes perfection; no one likes to feel stagnant.

So we invite chaos and desire into our lives again.

Opening up a new kind of hell–why? Because we just got bored.

Sigh, it must be done. What other reasons are there to move forward?

We invite destruction

The holy mother will guide us through the flame–to burn us.

Placing everything on the table, especially what no one wants to see:

Carnal desire and the splinter in our mind

Turning into a mystic riddle.

Goodness and reason walk with us to the gates of Evil (chaos energy).

Though they dare not pass through.

True Goodness must be inclusive–Everything adds to Harmony.

Then all of a sudden, we have to purge-

God gently holding our head.

Then, walking back out to the party, reborn,

Calm and satisfied by all that is boring… for a while.

Rejecting the animal, until once again the beast rears its ugly head.

We try to take sorrow and joy in equal measure.

Invoking the monster within…

Subversion. Lovely subversion.

Often times, we are feeling things that we can’t contextualize.

I sit here feeling like there is some great force of evil that looms all around us.

Some heavy storm cloud, just waiting for a human to get desperate enough.

So desperate that any means to affirm one’s own agency will do.

Evil is often the most attainable form of power to someone feeling weak.

To hold our own inner demons as a child in our arms.

Understanding.

Impetuous.

LOLA is an artist from Chico, California. She has been called a “magnificent gargoyle of presence” by one who ought to know.

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