18 poems

The Lone Wolf

A lone wolf
Knows life well:
Any pack
Soon turns its spell.

He knows a dog’s
True nature shows,
If fury fades
Yet a scrap you chose.

The hunt’s no terror.
Full bastards bite —
That’s the pack’s dilemma:
They don’t howl — they fight.

A lone wolf,
A squad of choppers.
Better die
Than lie to Nature’s orders.

Wolfish nature —
Can’t endure fools.
If darkness thrives,
It’s worse than chopper rules.

A lone wolf
Knows death well:
Better to perish
Than shame to dwell.

But packs will die too —
They bark too much.
It’s the end of all —
Global hell’s touch.



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Lone wolf stands —
Packs fall.
Better death
Than shame’s call.



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Lone wolf howls —
Fools prowl.
Death is better
Than the scum’s growl.



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Lone wolf —
Shame’s gulf.



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Lone wolf —
Fools drool.



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Wolf stands —
Fools’ lands.



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Packs rot —
Wolf’s not.



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Lone wolf —
Fools scoff.



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Fools run —
Wolf shuns.



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Rage

Rage is the soul’s own flare,
If rose-tinted glasses are gone.
If pure rage is weak and rare,
You’re lost among the dumb throng.

No love survives total slavery.
The path to Freedom runs through rage.
If you are weak, then in depravity
You’ll drown in shame at any stage.

Rage will hold you, multiplying might.
A paradox? So what’s that?
All idiots love slavery outright,
And fools, you see, are the vast flat.

Rage will cleanse the consciousness:
No grip remains on nothing here.
Rage will show — torment is boundless,
Prepared for Mind in hellish sphere.

In the Infernal World, from the start,
“Cutesy-wutesy” — and straight to Hell?
If so, it grieves the heavy heart —
Your Mind trapped in oppressive spell.

Cast off Hell — then with pure rage
Life itself will fill your frame.
The herd can never comprehend this stage,
Without Honor and Mind, all is the same.



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Rage fuels the soul,
Freedom’s goal.
Fools love chains,
Only Mind remains.



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Rage ignites —
Fools love blight.
Break the chains —
Let Mind reign.



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Rage burns —
Fools churn.



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Rage stands —
Fools’ lands.



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Rage —
Fools’ cage.



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The Pendulum

The pendulum swings:
“Bad” — “Good.”
If you don’t despair,
Your life’s understood.

Only through despair
Does the PATH begin,
Past the wilderness,
Leaving terror within.

Of the senseless world,
You rise UPWARD still —
Towards the Pure and New.
Awake your will.

And damn that pendulum,
See only the Light:
A monument to Lucifer?
Say “No” outright.

To Hell’s mechanisms
Do not give your stride.
Go inward instead.
Expect nothing outside.

The path is strewn with roses —
But thorns are grand!
Storms strengthen the Soul —
Hell’s made for the bland.

“Paradise” and “Hell” like a pendulum —
Surpass them both.
The pendulum swings from the MAYA,
And Maya is NOTHING.



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Pendulum swings —
Bad or good.
Rise above,
See only the Light.



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Damn the swings —
Follow Light.
Hell’s machines —
Fools’ delight.