The Eyes of Fire

The Eyes of Fire
“Red like blood… Red like fire…”
By: Julian Javier
Date: August 7, 2011 @ 6:28PM GMT +8

Look into my eyes!

Anxiety... Hatred... Anger... Seething from within... A sinister grin... ...and a desire to kill... A passion to see what is real... ...and what is unreal...
A murderous intent... Seen from the eyes of fire... Red like blood... ...Red like fire... Fierce and violent... ...Filled with hatred and anger...
Eyes that of a cornered fox... ...Eyes that of a hungry wolf... ...Eyes that of a wounded tiger... ...Eyes that burn in hatred and anger... ... Against lies and those who oppress the weak! ... Against those who make the weak suffer!
Eyes that can see through a soul... Eyes that can reveal secrets and lies untold... ...Both good will and transgressions unfold... As if your vain life was retold...
Eyes so deep and limitless... Like the abyss... ...It is bottomless! Glaring through life and death... ...Eyes so fearless!
These are my eyes... I can see through all your filthy lies... Never can you deny your disillusion... ...from these eyes of mine... From these Eyes of Fire!


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A Tanka Poem about Conquest
By: Julian Javier
Date: May 16, 2011 @ 3:44PM GMT +8

Marching to conquer…
Sounds of weapons of warfare…
Deafening my ears…
Putrid stench of rotting flesh…
And wails in pandemonium…


In Flames they Burn


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The Disdained Child

The Disdained Child
The Child of Jealousy and Hate
By: Julian Javier
Date: May 12, 2011 @ 10:47PM GMT +8

I hate you… I hate them… I hate the world…


Sick and tired…
Empty and dried…


A child born of jealousy that became hate…
A bastard that carries a another’s namesake…
One who grew up with everyone’s hate…
The disturbed one hated for his namesake…
The one born of a different mother…
The one born of a different father…


The unwanted… The black sheep…
The scape goat.. The misjudged…


I am angry…
So called siblings hate me…
So called family doesn’t like me…
So called friends always betray me…
So called lovers derogate me…


for all i know, they all want me dead…
for all i know, they all want a platter set with my head…
for all i know, they want to spread my ground guts on a bread…
feed it to dogs which are stray bred…
and wash their hands with my blood that’s crimson red…


fuck it! i don’t care and I won’t argue…
I won’t argue though I immensely hate them too…
I want to strangle them all too till they turn blue…
and massacre them all intently and violently like a rampaging grue…


But i won’t do that…
I can’t do that…
How could i possibly do that…
Their my loved ones, it’s a fact, and i hate that…


Though I hated…


Before i hated…
I tried to love…
Even if I hated…
I still loved…
Though i hated…
I just need to be loved…
Though i hated…
I am just looking for your love…


Why can’t they give me something so simple?
To give love to a brother and family member of their own flesh and blood…
Why can’t they give me something so trivial?
To give love to this friend and lover called me…


Just accept me for who i am that’s all i have asked…
For in your hate all my life i had basked…
For all this time i have seen through you who is masked…
Be with me and accept me, is that too much ask?


Now my mind is split in two…
One says to keep on hating you…
One says to keep on loving you…
My mind is in chaos because of what you showed me and do…


You don’t understand me…
You try to control me…
You stab me behind my back and disdain me…
You can’t even simply respect me being me…


I hate you… i hate them…
i hate myself too… i hate the the world and what you all do…


I am the unaccepted, the unwanted
I am the hate child…


Why? I know.
Because you think our mother loved me more than she did you.
Because you think my father fathered me better than your father who fathered you.
Because you think our father loved me more than he did you.
Because you think my mother mothered me better than your mother who mothered you.
Because you think I’m better than you and you can’t accept it.
Because you can’t stand that I have become a man.
Or maybe because you are just that childish.


You’re wrong from what I see.
You’re spiteful mind is clouded with envy.
They all loved us equally.
You just refused to see.
No one is better than others.
That’s how they see us, our mothers and our fathers.


Though I do some things better than you…
It doesn’t mean that I am better than you…
I have my specialties and you have yours too…


I loved you though you hated me.
I respected you though you always have belittled me.


Don’t worry I don’t hate you completely for what you did to me.
I just hate you that much, so don’t misunderstand me.
Don’t worry I understand you completely.
This hate I feel for thee is nothing compared to the love and respect that I show thee.
It’s not a ruse you see.
Though I hate thee I still love thee.


It’s hard to understand i know.
Let’s reconcile when we meet in hell down below.


Losing Grip

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A Murder of Poems

Dear Readers,


For better navigation, I have decided to make a table of contents for my poetry. I especially coded this for all of you who appreciate my poetry. In this table you can view each and every one of my poems in one single click on each title. I have categorised my poetry as well so you could check out the genre one by one to suit your taste in poetry. For those who are looking for Japanese Haiku, Tanka, and Chōka style poems, I have included indications on which ones are of the Japanese Haiku, Tanka, and Chōka style. The order of the listings are from recent to previous from top to bottom. You can treat this as a “Thank You” for your support for my literature. I will update this sticky post every time I make a new one. I will make this a sticky post so every time you view my site you can see this table immediately on top all other posts. Enjoy reading!!!




Julian Javier
The Red Raven


The Red Raven’s Poetry

The Red Raven’s Poetry

Sentimentals Romantics Darkness Anger Special
The Clown Portrait My Love, My Lady… The Hunter (Japanese Chōka Style) The Eyes of Fire Sirang Plaka
(Tagalog Poem/No Translation)
Sightless Allow Me The Forlorn Heart The Disdained Child The Lurker
(Japanese Haiku Style)
Sea Shell Sounds
(Japanese Haiku Style)
Just the Two of Us Pestilence and Plague Against You ~ Corvinus ~ Chapter 1: The Turning
My Sound
(Japanese Haiku Style)
One Who Makes You Smile Helter Skelter To the Slanderer! Part-2 The Northern Territory
Plea Perfect For You Fallen To the Slanderer! Part-1 Wishing Happy Birthday
(Japanese Tanka Style)
Blocked A Walk Under City Lights A False Hope A Writer’s Weapon Ruth’s Birthday Letter
As The Rain Arrives
(Japanese Tanka Style)
Your Kiss
(Japanese Tanka Style)
A Sudden Rush
(Japanese Chōka Style)
Eto sa inyo!
(Tagalog Poem/No Translation)
Treating Women…
Fire Water
(Japanese Tanka Style)
That Star, My Senses… Dragon Breath The Protector
Rainy Days
(Japanese Haiku Style)
The Summer Wind Behind the Walls of Madness
(Latin Poem/With English Translation)
The Sniper
Rice I’ll Catch You Helpless
(Japanese Tanka Style)
Mr.Gymkhana Man
Cherry Blossom Bliss
(Japanese Tanka Style)
Thoughts… The Red Raven’s Song
(Official Blog Poem)
Distinct and Vivid
(Japanese Tanka Style)
The Man that I’ve Become An Unkindness of Ravens
(Japanese Haiku Style)
Rush Hour Part-1
(Japanese Tanka Style)
Beyond Silent Wars The Light Amidst My Darkness
Summer Sakura
(Japanese Haiku Style)
Above Fading Nothing
Summer Nights
(Japanese Haiku Style)
The One and Only One Into The Gallows I Walk
Summer Shower
(Japanese Haiku Style)
The Prayer of Endurance Loot the Corpse
Mountain Dew
(Japanese Tanka Style)
Always in a Dream
(Spanish Poem/With English Translation)
The Exile
I Just Wanna RocknRoll I Dream of a Woman
(Italian Poem/With English Translation)
A Broken Soul
The Musician My Heart… Conquest
(Japanese Tanka Style)
Writing… Long Time, No See… The Undying
Lamental Block Together in a Dream The Streets of Pain
(Japanese Chōka Style)
Perfect… Chronicle of a Suicide
In My Dreams Famine
(Japanese Tanka Style)
Archangel Azrael
(Japanese Chōka Style)
Fields of the Fallen
The Dark


Ideology of Chaos, Discord, and Malice; A Path to Self-Destruction
By: Julian Javier
Date: April 21, 2011 @ 4:35AM GMT +8

Graft and corruption…
Money for wars instead of children’s education…
The weak and the poor always subject to oppression…
A message brought by the emissaries of destruction disguised to cause dissension…


Democracy and justice cast into oblivion…
Bloodshed due to indifference, false belief, and religion…
The unjust conducting the symphony of destruction…
Omnicide using weapons of mass destruction…


Chaos, anarchy, and democide…
Love and understanding cast aside…
Worldwide turmoil, panic, and depression side by side…
Fear, hate, anger, the desire to kill, and suffering all inside!


Innate human greed and blood lust…
Gossip, betrayal, and mistrust…
A sea of blood creeping on the surface of earth’s crust…
To kill a brother is a must!


A desire to destroy and rebuild burns…
Moral lessons in each of the events that no one learns…
A never ending cycle of war and peace taking turns…
Armageddon as the prophets have discerned…


A world covered in blood, flames, and darkness…
Where everyone is consumed by power and madness…
Where the just are depressed with grief and sadness…
A wonderful world of Chaos, Discord, and Malice…


Satan is sitting pretty in his throne and he’s smiling…


All ye have been blindly faithful and loyal to me.
So, I shall reward all of thee!
Never ending pain and suffering that you wish awaits thee!
Bwahahahahahahaha!!! (Sinister Evil Laugh)


"We are so excite of Armageddon! We love to see destruction! hahaha"

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Against You!

Against You!
A letter against hypocrisy and injustice
By: Julian Javier
Date: March 12, 2011 @ 12:32AM GMT +8

Straight to the point, I don’t like you.
For you are a selfish hypocrite who only thinks of only you.
You’re own filthy, disgusting, oppressive you.
You who is like a green stinky and muddy swamp-like bayou.

I hate your foolish pride and prejudice.
I hate your blatant corruption.
I hate your injustice and malice.
I tremble at your unjustly deeds with indignation.

Don’t tell me not to do what I do.
For I am no hypocrite unlike you.
You who does good deeds to one only when that one is in front of you.
Deep inside it’s just that cheap backstabbing that you always do.

I’ll smoke and drink liquor in front of you and your family.
Without second thought, I’ll say fuck you any time daily.
For i am not bound to your disgustingly idiotic hypocrisy.
I am real and I think freely while you are a fake, two-faced, backstabbing, and a selfish sissy.

You judge people by your first impression and their outward color.
You don’t have real pride nor you have real honor.
You being an oppressor only goes to show that you are nothing but a weak pretender.
I will take pride and joy in striking you down with all ardor, shred you to bits, and tear you asunder..

Your words are always masked so you could allure.
Little do they know that you’re bickering tongue spits out only pure manure.

You are a disgusting rat in a stinky sewer.
Oh how I wish someone would stab you with a barbecue skewer

You look at people with malice and with a disgusted leer.
I’d rather puke at you than chat with you and drink beer.

I bet that crazed beggar can give you a heart attack with a crazy leer.
Unlike you, at least that crazed beggar is real and can deliver a somewhat funny jeer.

I hate you for you ridicule and oppress the meek.
I hate you for you are corrupt and take advantage of the weak.

I hate you for you are selfish and unjust.
I hate you for you are a backstabbing snake who deserves no trust.

I hate you for you are like a deer with no musk.
Most of all I hate you for you are a disguising hypocrite in a fake and empty husk.

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To the Slanderer!

A Message to that Puny Little Slanderer
By: Julian Javier
Date: March 8, 2011 @ 2:15PM GMT +8

I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes

I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes

This one is dedicated to the slanderous commenter yesterday with the email address of and the IPs of and you know who you are.
I marked your slanderous words as spam sucker!
By the way thank you for making me notice that comments here in my blog are automatically approved. haha t(^_^t) now i will never again be victimized by likes of you!
You don’t have any idea what happened so shut the fuck up and bug off and read this so you can be educated you stupid idiot monkey!

To the filthy puny little slanderer:

Sure! Sure!
Blame it all on me!
Disgust me and Hate me!
Spread more bad gossip about me!
Use your filthy bickering tongue and spit on me!

You think you are wise.
Go and spread your filthy lies!
Patch up the truth and take sides!
People who love me will know where the truth resides!

You say the truths I always deny…
Ask anyone I know here and see if there is truth in your shameful lie!

I know I still have my son whom I so still dearly love!
I know I once had a wife whom I once loved!

She disrespected me for a lot of times…
She even disrespected my one and only mother in my lifetime!

My mother who is 65 years old who only showed compassion and concern…
A mother who tried to teach us the ways of a partnership but she refused to learn…

I even came to a decision to leave my mother living on a separate house all alone…
Only to suffice my once wife’s desire to stand-alone!
I disregarded thinking how old my mom was for this wife’s desire to have a home…
with only the three of us me, her, and my son alone!

At first I was happy that we came to a compromise…
I thought the decision I made was truly wise…

but then her and mom met again on the road’s steps…
and in front of me she lacked to show the appropriate respect!

She did not talk until my mom called her thrice…
She did not even look my mom in the eyes!
In my mind at least show my mom respect and be polite…
at least give her back the smile she gave you under the bright sunny light!

Even after that lack of respect…
I was still willing to forgive her in retrospect…

But then what got me was she was trying to avoid our son…
trying to avoid our son from his loving grandmom!

Is it right to say to your husband’s loving mother not to come to her grandson’s birthday?
Is it right to say to your husband’s loving mother to bug off and stay away?
You think the news never came to me?
You think my mom reported that to me?
I ain’t deaf, neither blind, and definitely not a mute
It was a friend who shared that text message that showed me the truth.
Is that right in any way?
Fuck you! That definitely ain’t right in any way!

You can’t blame me for I did not lack in forgiveness
I forgave but she still was so relentless

I forgave a hundred times
until my mercy was put to the edge of the line.

I know i made mistakes in the past
I ain’t perfect but surely I am not the same as the person whom you possibly knew in the past.

I tremble with indignation at every injustice
I do not fear your words of hate and malice

You are a filthy little rat!
You smell like shit stuck on a dead man’s gut!
To me you are a small stinky little snot!

I am angry at her and to all of you who spread slanderous gossips against me!
But still I shall forgive you and forget all this if you only say sorry.
Fuck you and burn in your “Hell” that you always preach in your church if you don’t want to!
I ain’t forcing you!
Unlike in your religion who force people to believe in all of you!
force belief that can’t even be seen in the likes of you!
I can never be compared to your filthy clan and specially you!


I’ll burn you tied up inside your house when I meet you!

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I Don’t Wanna Change the World
By: Ozzy Osbourne

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A Writer’s Weapon

A Writer’s Weapon
An Outcry
By: Julian Javier
Date: February 27, 2011 @ 9:45PM GMT +8

My pen is more mightier than any knife, any blade, or any sword!
The words that come from it are sharper than any edge of any sharpened sword!

The pen is the weapon of my choice.
It shall be the medium of my unheard voice.

I shall make use of my weapon and continue to whet its edge.
Today, I make you this solemn pledge.

I shall take aim and strike at those people with words that do not match their deeds!
To those hypocrites who take advantage of the hopes of those in need!
To those people feeling important with unimportant words and mindless deeds!

In parchment or in paper.
At any given point in time, be it in January till December.
Be it using the keys of typewriters or of computers.
Even if I write in the dark in many of those ungodly hours.

My words shall be a weapon!
To spark the fire of the oppressed and wake their hearts to a liberating rebellion!
My words shall be louder than the growl of a mighty lion!
So loud that it’ll be far reaching, that it’ll reach the edge of this universe that is infinite and unending.

There shall be hardship and there shall be difficulty, with all that, I shall definitely agree.
As long as they have faith, hope, love, and stay with me through all the hardships and all the difficulties,
Let me say, that with my words I shall guide the weak and the oppressed to their sovereign victory.

With my pen, I shall bring forth justice and aid in defending those who are oppressed.
To give hope and light to those who are depressed.
To give strength to those who are weak.
To give boldness to those who are meek.
With a great feeling of love and continuous efforts to help those in need.

For I cannot just stand in silence and neglect.
While I watch those oppressors oppress those people whom I wish to protect.

My pen is more mightier than any knife, any blade, or any sword!
The words that come from it are sharper than any edge of any sharpened sword!

Pen of the Old Days

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o kayo kayo jan! mga taong mahilig mag husga ng kapwa! mga ipokrito! eto sa inyo!

o kayo kayo jan! mga taong mahilig mag husga ng kapwa! mga ipokrito! eto sa inyo!
By: Julian Javier A.K.A. The Cyber Mushroom
Date: September 18, 2009 @ 2:56PM

Ganito ang ipopost ko,
wala ako itatago sa inyo!
tikman niyo ang tunay na ako!
tikman niyo ang tama ng deretsahang salita!
walang kaplastikan!
walang ka ipokritohan!
dederetsohin ko kayo!

ang ipokrito kapatid ng mga mahilig mag husga ng kapwa!
tawagin niyo na akong bastos at demonyo,
pero ako,
totoo akong tao!
hindi ako plastik!
galit ako sa mga ipokritong tulad niyo!

Oh, sure!

I am a piece of shit in this world full of shit…
it ain’t hard to fucking tell it naman e…
sige given…
but still…
you have no right to god damn judge me!

Huwag niyo akong ikukumpara sa ibang mga tao…
at yung mga taong sinasabi mo…
pati ikaw…
may mga tinatagong pa ring baho!
Walang taong perpekto, tanga!
Kahit yang mga clergy niyo…
pastor sa simbahan niyo…
pari na pinangungumpisalan niyo…
mga mataas na tao na nirerespeto niyo ng todo…
kahit magulang mo…
yang tatay mo…
yang nanay mo…
yang mga taong nag palaki sayo…
na pagka taas taas ng tingin mo…
may mga tinatagong pa ring baho!
wala nang buhay na santo ngayon!

wag mo rin sabihin na…
isa kang buhay na santo,
dahil kahit si san pedro…
na pinakasikat sa mga santo…
at pinaka matapat na disipolo ni hesu kristo…
marunong din magkamali!

Uulitin ko…

baka sakaling ‘di mo naintindihan…

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