There is a waking darkness within me,
a shadow of myself that knows my name, my face
my innermost insecurities
There are voices whispering about me as I turn from the light
and walk through the gate of Thanatos into the darkness
Δ, the doorway into the present that is always changing
where nothing remains the same
for good or for ill, even in the cold embrace of shadows
in this realm of mist and fog where the only certain thing
is never being the same again
Θ, which can mean so many things...the world and the good spirit,
The sun that futile tries to burn away the night,
the human skull, a warning of death inscribed upon
When I was young, standing upon the plains
where great battles had been fought
I believed the old lie of the Roman Poet Horace,
that "it was sweet and fitting to die for one's country,"
an image of valorous champions and old knights
rising to in my mind.
When the charge of lanc'd cavaliers, upon their
snow white mounts could carry the day
as the shadowed foes all fell before them
light triumphing over the bitter, biting darkness
as the last rays of the sun creep over the horizon
The trumpet played its loud refrain,
a sound that we proudly hailed at the twilight's last gleaming
leading those off to a land stained with blood
where
Each of us carries with us fragments, memories of the past
shards of reality that we dance upon
to weave the stories of our lives that we tell to others
Some of us believing every word,
and others knowing that all truth is fabrication
Weighed down in the sea of despair by guilt
by the pride inside of us, the belief that we are responsible
for all that happens in our lives
and to those of others, wounded or dead
upon the eternal battlefield
The predator stalks among the ranks, unable to be stopped
and all those who claimed to have him declawed
know only the lies of eternity, as
they crumble away to bone-dry dust,
their empty sock
I rise each day and don my mask,
my living ornament, livening my visage
with a touch of tears, flowing from my eyes
because I live, and because tomorrow
I go on, struggling 'gainst the eternal predator
even in my solitude.
And loneliness can make the spaces 'tween the seconds
stretch to unfathomable eternities
the arctic chill sets in, and there is no redemption
only singular destiny towards which Man,
whose hope never grows weary,
is ever running like a madman
Red spider lilies break the monotony of winter's snow
As a wanderer trudges on, towards
Streams of smoke rising in the firmament
The pale and watery moon spreading out h
What use are words, when in a flash
they are borne away by the very currents
of the wind? Fragile things that have
so lost their power, since the twilght
of the Elder age came upon us all.
Leaving 'hind the ones forlorn
trapped forever in the void,
at first with screams tearing forth
from their weary throats
but soon, silence reigns
in the realm where no one hears
What seek you, oh Wanderer, who quests for liminality?
You who know your journey will at last come to an end
without you, as all journeys end. . .in tragedy.
Are you living in the moment, as the quest itself implies
warding off desolation, tears welling in your eyes,
So many things left unsaid at the end of every day
so much unappreciated, little words
and gestures, a gentle look or touch
the things that help us get through
each day of our lives
Inside each a heart of darkness,
in which confusion lies,
so little of ourselves we know
in a world of paradox and pain
liminality
Enshrouded by shadows are we, unable to know
what it is that drives us on
or remember the little kindnesses
done for us, as we drift on through the void
one day to reach the shore
one day to awaken into our true selves
When we too pass out of mem'ry and time,
finally recalling the many moments
in which others helped u
Mach forth from Urd's well, o
shadows of the Einherjar -
Bring forth to fruition the divine plan of the Norns
and the Goddess of Twilight and Dawn
that the Lord of Dark should fall at last
and his throne forever shattered
left a ruin in the wastes of time
But I am divided, my mind filled by the
whispers of the damned, my heart by
the warmth of the Goddess' smile
drawn both by the lure of sweet insanity
and the promise of peace within my soul
for the misama of darkness surrounding me
is also now a part of me, as is the burning light
Once a Watcher, now sealed within the flesh of
a Nephilim, my soul turns black with the hate
onl
Nowhere left to Wander by Zerschmetterte, literature
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Nowhere left to Wander
There's a place for me, somehwhere out
in eternty where I may be sheltered
from the storms of life. . .darkness encircles
ny very world, and there was almost no hope
left for a wretch'd one like me
as I lay broken, staring into the gaping maw
of Hell as it beckoned me to my fate
Once I had thought that someone could
share my burden and raise me from the pit
that I might stand upon the sweet soil of Earth once more,
but now the land grows cold, and
I can see the very shards of my soul
shattered on the ground, my very shield
driven deep into my flesh, as terror washes over me
And what is there for me to feel
when the firelight ha
Lost and alone I wander...my soul and light asunder...there is no more hope for me. They told me that this world is a world of hope, a hope of love and joy, but they were wrong. This world is only a desolate plain where the fallen gather to die...where humans continue to hurt one another. I am a person, a being of the shadows, and my light will reign no more. Is it not enough to people that I live? No, and its not worth it to live any longer...this world holds nothing for me. Whether I live or die, its no one's concern because no one cares...for now...i drift through the ages, wandering and hoping that i will meet my doom
The myth of security by Zerschmetterte, literature
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The myth of security
Long ago, in a speech symbolizing the ideology of the American people, President John F. Kennedy called for "a world of law and free choice, banishing the world of war and coercion." In these turbulent times, we need to keep in mind those words of wisdom, in a time when it seems that our freedoms are being threatened, not only by terrorism in all its forms, but also by the newfound tyranny of the government over the people of America. In the days since September 11, 2001, we have seen horrible atrocities committed by terrorists, by the people, and by the governments of nations who merely claim to fight terrorism as a ploy to cover up their vi
The Lost Struggle of Eternity
In eternity there lies a world,
a world of lost dreams and forgotten desires,
a world of no hope and a world of fears,
a world that that into my soul is seared.
It is a world where darkness and light do clash,
where the eternal struggle is fought,
Where eternity exists as a grim reality,
A battle that cannot be won, and must never be lost.
It is a struggle of the beings of time,
for life and death, for hope and loss,
truth and deception, darkness and light,
as souls are ever lost into the depths of eternity.
Darkness rises from the gulf, from evil's watery grave,
Seeking to slay first the weak, then
Is there truly a just war? by Zerschmetterte, literature
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Is there truly a just war?
Is there truly such a thing as a just war? In the many centuries since the beginning of civilization, this has been a topic of hot debate among the people of the world, as nation clashed with nation in an inevitably bloody armed conflict that shattered the fragile peace in the region. True, in the modern world there are other ways to attempt to solve international problems, but as Margaret Thatcher, a former Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, stated: "We had sanctions because the United Nations resolution prescribed that we have a period of sanctions and you have to give them a chance to.... Sanctions you know don't usually work." The inci
The Struggle for Definition by Zerschmetterte, literature
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The Struggle for Definition
"The struggle for definition is veritably the struggle for life itself." If one were to think upon this thesis for but a moment, one would soon realize, with the vast array of historical evidence, and evidence in the world today, that it is true. People throughout history have sought to define others as inferiors, so that others may be enslaved to a "superior" race, subjugated by the iron heel of society, or simply exterminated. This has been demonstrated countless times in the past, and has brought about the rise and fall of rulers, the shameful rape of nations around the world, as even the country of America and its leadership indulge in th
A Tribute to my Love by Zerschmetterte, literature
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A Tribute to my Love
Of all that ever was, and is, and ever shall be,
Of truth and light, love and lust and life,
Of the stars in the sky, the rainbows in the heavens,
Powers of Earth and sky, wind and sea
All the things that ever were, of all of beauty fair,
Of the orbs of light that are your eyes,
those pools of blackness deep and searching
Of the stars in the sky, and the lives bound in time,
Of all that can be seen, or touched by your
gentle gaze,
Of all the world, and the sky
Of the depths of love, of boundless passion
and desire,
Of all that you have ever done in life,
Surely I could stand even heaven's fire,
If I could just see you, my love
Dissolution and Despair by Zerschmetterte, literature
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Dissolution and Despair
I...becoming one with the light of eternity,
joining with the primordial soup of the stars,
seeking my doom, my long lost affinity,
seizing my power from the dark Templars.
Who am I, but the darkness, the all highest?
Father of battles, who had slayeth Goliath,
I am the lone wolf who trembles at night,
for i am fordoomed to have all things me fight
Melting away after thousands of years,
My worshippers gone, along my seers,
Waning away from mine lack of love,
I fall to this earth, from Asgard above
Was I a trickster, that you had me condemned
And chained me to granite, by the serpent's fang?
Was i but a trophy to be gutted and ki
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Day and night, sun and moon simply passed me by, and it was not until the day of a great thunderstorm that I began to think about poetry again. How easy it is to get caught up in the mundane details of life! To leave yourself with nothing, drowning yourself in activity to ward away the pain inside.
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