The Hunter

The Hunter
A Chōka About The Hunter Amidst The Nightshade
This came from a dream i had last night…
By: Julian Corvinus Javier
Date: September 17, 2012 @ 8:27AM GMT +8
 

Prowling From Utter Darkness


 

Foreboding winds blow
Sinister and ominous

 

Whistling in the wind
A gale streamed with dread and fear

 

Stalking close by
Keenly observing movements

 

Prowling craftily
In the shadows of nightshade

 

Waiting for the chance
For the right moment to strike

 

The thrill of the hunt
Coursing within his senses

 

Violent intents
Bloodlust riding in the breeze

 

Moving for a kill
Bloodshot eyes burn with hunger
A predator with his prey

 

With vigilance

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Pestilence and Plague

Pestilence and Plague
A narrative about a tumultuous death in Pestilence and Plague
By: Julian Javier
Date Created: May 10, 2011 @ 7:12AM GMT +8
Date Revised: December 29, 2011 @ 10:51AM GMT +8
 

To whom the bell tolls,


 

Stricken by a curse, the land was plagued…
With the misery it brought, no one can be saved…
Death was the deliverance the pestilence hastily paved…

 

In this account, feel the agony it gave…
See what horror these eyes saw in the turmoil it made…
May this deliver the agony it gave before the will to live caved…

 

From the inside, the body burning violently…
The mind and body in intense pain and pure agony…

 

Feeling pain to which no one can endure…
Both physical and mental torture…

 

A nightmare while wide awake and sane…
Understanding the difference between relief and pain…

 

Comfort is what medicine fails to give…
Wishing to die yet still desiring to live…

 

Having no appetite yet starving and famished…
Enduring the final moments of pain and anguish…

 

By the Pestilence, virulently afflicted…
Viability coercively subjugated…
Savagely obliterated…

 

By the Plague, miserably tormented…
Vitality ruthlessly being desecrated…
Climatically devastated…

 

Finally the hour of death…
Struggling to fight for each and every last breath…
Coughing out a horrid substance like of crud…
Through open wounds, leaking drops of crimson blood…

 

Under the sun amidst it’s scorched earth collapsing…
Sprawled on the dirt gasping for air strenuously ailing…
Finally, the moment that has long been found wanting…
Cherishing past memories to the long awaited ending…

 

“Farewell…”

 

All that was left was a foul and lifeless flesh to be undone…
To decompose and decay under the blazing hot mid-day sun…
A vile sight with a putrid stench that is dreadfully disgusting…
Utterly defiled and detestably nauseating…

 

Virally Your's,
The Pestilent One


 

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Helter Skelter

Helter Skelter
A Helter-Skelter of Power
By: Julian Javier
Date: December 10, 2011 @ 1:34AM
 

Eyes wide open with unobstructed vision…
Blood coursing through my veins in hasty progression…
Limbs aided with graceful precision…
Senses dignified with foretelling intuition…

 

Shrouded in a mist of undaunted audacity…
Overwhelmed by a tidal wave of incalculable vitality…
With courage to overcome fear and accept reality…
Navigating the depths of the oceans of sane insanity…

 

Feeling no more pain, no more agony…
A hint of sought for immortality…
Caught in a moment of absolutely elated frenzy…
Burning with rage cradled in tenacity…

 

The mind clear of all distractions…
Comprehending deeper than the deepest of the earth’s vast oceans…
Discerning truth amidst a haze of serpentine delusions…
Unwavering and confident with chosen resolutions…

 

Determined to achieve anything…
Resolved to start from the very beginning…
By all means necessary amidst turmoil persevering…
With enduring demeanor to conclude with a concrete ending…

 

With such said gifts…
An insatiable gaping rift…
A relentless force carrying sanity adrift…

 

Into a whirlpool of discomfort and distress…
Beneath the depths of the seas of madness…

 

A soul fallen…
By sharp gripping talons!
Hastily stolen!

 

Engulfed in a deep trench of dreadful madness…
An empty husk…
walking…
talking….
yet dead and lifeless…

 

Caught in the apogee of interim blithe…
Amidst the shelter of madness’ light…
Intoxicated within insanity’s frenzied plight…

 

Smuggled deep into the eternal depths of harassing torment…
Sentient to the subject of the coming, lasting, and dreadful lament…
Amidst the most scenic and momentous of fate’s events…

 

Knowing what the chosen endeavor begets…
Conquering what lies ahead before it was beset…
Accepting fate before it was painstakingly set…
Never harboring any sort of grievous regret…

 

A Dark Rift Awaits


 

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Fallen

Fallen
A Tragic Story…
By: Julian Corvinus Javier
Date: October 24, 2011 @ 4:53PM GMT +8
 

Stricken down smitten…
A soul torn to utter ruin…

 

Kicked out to rejection…
Never again to find redemption…

 

Betrayed but marked as the betrayer…
Condemned to be damned forever…

 

Cast out to chaos…
Banished to be lost…

 

Exiled to pure darkness…
Destined to be devoured by the crazed madness…

 

Never again to find peace…
Forever never ever to be at ease…

 

Hauling too heavy a burden…
Amidst the plains of torment…

 

With limbs crippled and broken…
Struggling to stand back up and walk again…
With wings black and broken…
Striving to be able to fly again…

 

Always hoping and constantly praying…
That it’s all but a dream that’s slowly fleeting…
To soon wake up with black wings spread wide through the skies soaring…
Glimpses of light and hope inkling while slowly dissipating…

 

With life unending yet inside slowly dying…
Bound to the land of the living…
Amidst pain, turmoil, and constant suffering…
Hoping and praying for a saviour that’s never coming…

 

The Fallen


 

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A Sudden Rush

A Sudden Rush
An Unorthodox Choka Poem of a Euphoric Torment…
A Story of a Soul who found an Interim Happiness, Slowly Fading Away…
By: Julian Corvinus Javier
Date: October 1, 2011 @ 8:16PM GMT +8
 

Rushing through my veins…
A torrent of vehemence…

 

My pain dissipates…
A renewed vigour once more…

 

Keeping me alive…
In the moment of pure bliss…

 

And within myself…
Fusing with my ebb and flow…
Swarming my senses…
A deluge of ideas…
A frenzied influx of thoughts…

 

My spirit reveals…
What I can’t see through the haze…
Clear moments, so ecstatic…
My soul slowly oozing out…
Every drop of life within…

 

Through all provisions…
Moments of infinity…
All vain facades..
And interim nirvana…
I’m flourishing through torment…

 

Calmly I’m fading…
Converging with euphoria…
Through life’s destined end…

 


 

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Dragon Breath

Dragon Breath
Inside the Mind of an Addicted Fiend…
By: Julian Corvinus Javier
Date: September 20, 2011 @ 5:57PM GMT +8
 

Each pass of the dragon’s fire…
Burns to fulfil my heart and body’s hunger and desire…

 

Breathing in, inhaling in its fumes…
Slowly inhaling in its energizing doom…
I feel no more loom…
… no more gloom…

 

Moments of clarity…
… suddenly abounds in my psyche…
Setting me free…
… from the chains that bind me…

 

My soul energized…
… fully revitalized…

 

I feel like I’m again fully alive…
I feel like I will forever survive…
Never again will I feel so tired…
Never have I felt so alive…

 

Creeping down… melting…
Slowly dissipating…

 

Suddenly, I feel no more toil…
Feeling deprived of my lingering turmoil…

 

Like the Red Raven has chosen to recall…
…and unearth me from Mother Earth’s heavy and rich soil…

 

It’s a soul corrosive poison…
That works like a magical healing potion…
Giving me back my life again…
… alive in constant motion…
Re-animating me by means of coercion…

 

Hastening my life to the time of my death…
Reviving is the fiery dragon’s incinerating breath…
Caving in on my chest…
Is my sanity’s behest…

 

Resurrecting my slowly dying life’s pace…
Staring at Lord Death’s face…

 

From the top of his head down to the floor…
Knocking on Lord Death’s door…

 

The Corrupted Souls


 

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Post Murum Insania

Post Murum Insania (Behind the Walls of Madness)
My First Latin Poem…
By: Julian Corvinus Javier
Date: September 19, 2011 @ 12:57PM GMT +8

Original Latin:
Post murum insania…
I manantem cruore fluens lente…
Pugnare enim mens sana…
Virtus infinita versus obiectum immobilis…
Chaos sparsa…
Cum fractis animis…
Cum fractis cordis…
Pulsans ad ostium mortis…
Est somnium inaccessus…
Post murum insania…

 

Translated English:
Behind the walls of madness…
My blood drips flowing slowly…
Fighting for my sanity…
An unstoppable force crashing towards an immovable object…
Chaos scatters…
With broken minds…
With broken hearts…
Knocking on death’s doorway…
Unreachable is the dream…
Behind the walls of madness…

 

Madness

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