Biography of Samael Wolf
Born in the land of Goshen, I was a wanderer of the wastelands for a time. I searched the nation for another home, only to return to the cursed land of my origin. I am a solitary creature that wishes for something more, something to make me feel like I am home. Those that I have loved are no longer tangible, taken from this plane of existence by fate, cold as it is.
Enough of the bullshit, I am 51 years old, I live alone with my two canine buddies, Charley and Buster. I like humans but after being bitten a few times, I tend to avoid them. I love sex (with humans) but after some 357 liasons, I wonder what I'm doing wrong (considering some of the rave reviews, I should be happily married) .
I am a hardcore Satanist. No, we dont sacrifice people or innocent puppies or kitties (thats just sick and STUPID) . We Dont worship anything (worship is a christian concept, as was slavery) .
I am a devotee of many arcane and obscure doctrines, which means I am a solitary being. Not that I like it so much, but I live with it.
I have a duality of body and spirit, as we all do, to either a greater or lesser extent. Yin, yang, male, female (you get the picture, maybe) .
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Samael Wolf's Works:
Samael Wolf Poems
(I need a) Brunette with a Mission
Everywhere, as far as the eye can see attractive blondes, everywhere it seems
Woman, sweet woman
Quench this eternal thirst my lips long for your river
Booze and poetry
Which came first? the booze or the poet?
Bind me in your passion enthrall me with your wiles take me to your limits better if you have none
The Tears of Man
Is something you never see we cry alone
This is your holiday
Its not mine I tell myself all the time merry may be you
The Rain, The World And Me
a cold october rain is falling tonight all is quiet except for the cars passing
Collections of hurt
Some things I never touch in this house, I try not
Between two worlds
Neither old, or young rich or poor
The times may change but this heart remains the same, the lonely warrior poet.
Error message, reboot! Oh hell, its done it again
A Terrible Drug
When you get high you cant get enough
Too sensitive, too raw
Armor plated heart needed it right from
A question of sacrifices
Sacrifice, spiritual bartering or accepting the lesser evil Would you sacrifice your freedoms for safer streets?
A question of time
When is midlife?
If one lives to 100
then 50 is midpoint
70? then 35 is it
Does age cause spirituality?
If so, then why?
Death comes at any age
or at any time
Why think about death