A False Hope

A False Hope…
A poem about finite infinity…
By: Julian Corvinus Javier
Date: October 5, 2011 @ 7:19PM GMT +8

I guess it’s now over…
… if not near end…
I’m again mindful and sober…
From this day of ecstasy…
…drunk with pseudo infinite power…
… if not near end…
It’s almost over…

 

I am dead if not dying…
Within myself hardly breathing…
Clarity decimating…
Within myself sanity’s grip is losing…

 

Must have energy…
Must gain more sanity…
From the fumes of insanity…
… that slowly corrupts me…

 

Take my life…
And give me your overflowing vitality…
Your sought for finite infinity…

 

Take my heart…
Just bring me happiness…
Lift me up from this overwhelming sadness…

 

Take my soul…
And bring me soundness…
Take me away from this forlorn madness…

 

Set to forget…
What false power has set…
Within self doubt I am again beset…
My life caught amidst insanity’s net…

 

Transient power depleting…
Slowly fleeting…
Slowly fading…
Into thin air dissipating…
All is but a lucid dream…
A dance with the devil both deadly and fulfilling…

 

My death fast approaching me…
The Red Raven awaits me…

 

The Raven awaits me...


 

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The Northern Territory

The Northern Territory
A Poem about Australia’s Under Appreciated Northern Territory
By: Julian Javier
Date: May 5, 2011 @ 8:45AM GMT +8
 

Somber yet full of wonder…
I am the Northern Territory who lies over yonder…
“Who am I?” They all ponder…
“What can I offer?” they all wonder…

 

Darwin is my main city and I have many places that seem boring but sure are lovely…
Here are some places where you can see some of my beauty…
Kakadu, Arnhem Land, & Litchfield National Park are to the north of my territory…
Uluru, Kata-Tjuta, & Tenant Creek are to the south; add these to your itinerary…

 

Isolated and solitary…
I am located at the top most of the country…
It’s a little sad here now, I wish you could come here and visit me…
For only a few care and recognize me and I am very lonely…

 

Because of Tracy’s heartless madness…
It has been 43 years of this lonely and dreary sadness…
On a whim, she left 45,000 of my people homeless…
And 65 of my people died on a whim of her frenzied madness…

 

With their hearts filled with sorrow and dread…
They all left me forlorn and to other places they fled…
My heart was rend asunder while it slowly bled…
And cannot be mended by any thread…

 

Neglected by everyone else but my people across the land…
I was many times destroyed by chaos or disaster at a scale that is grand…
But yet here I am and I still stand…
I always stood up even though I was unbuilt by fate’s hands…

 

Destroyed and rebuilt due to chaos and disaster…
A place both lovely and sad but filled with wonder…
Visit me me and experience the wonders I offer…
I am the Northern Territory located over yonder…

 

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Archangel Azrael

Archangel Azrael
The Archangel of Death; The Grim Reaper
by: Julian Javier
Date: April 25, 2011 @ 1:48AM GMT+8
 

Laid to rest, bedridden, dying…
Your soul’s time is fast approaching…
With your last efforts to keep on breathing…
Flashing before your eyes is your life in the land of the living…

 

In his black book of life and death…
Where every record of your life from your first till your last breath…
Where all men’s names and deeds are kept…
For today’s bidding your name is all that’s left…

 

Now, He with wings of black is before you standing…
Waiting to escort your soul to its final place of resting…
Question is, will you be in the land of wailing and eternal suffering?
or will you be in the land of milk and honey forever hearing angels singing?

 

To escort you to your rightful place, forlorn or uplifting, is a must…
There will be no return, in these words you can trust…
Judgement shall be passed to both the righteous and the unjust…
There will be no exceptions, in these words you can trust…

"Judgement shall be passed to both the righteous and the unjust..."

“In your final hours… in the afterlife…
There is only black or white, yes or no, upward or downward…
There is no gray area, there is no maybe, there is no middle…
Heaven or Hell… That’s all there is to it…
Always remember that judgement shall be passed to both the righteous and the unjust…”
– Julian Javier on Life, Death, and the Afterlife

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