Sightless

Sightless
“There is more than what meets the eye…”
By: Julian Javier
Date: March 30, 2012 @ 2:50AM

Sightless!
I am Sightless!

 

I only feel what is real and unreal…
With perception that’s never bound by what outward appearances may appeal…

 

Never being deceived by what anything seems to be
Never judging by what beguiling eyes might see
Vividly perceiving real beauty from the plain and surreal artistry
Distinctly discerning what’s pretence and what’s reality

 

True sight that is not by the sense of vision
Free from any prejudice constituted by beguiling illusion

 

Infallible discernment gained from the mind and heart alone
Knowledge and Wisdom gained from feeling the unknown

 

Mysteries unravelled from what sight for so long a time has concealed…
Amidst darkness’ cruelty the wisdom of the light has been revealed…

 

That a truth might actually be a lie
That You can’t tell until you try
That nothing is certain; everything is nigh
That nothing is certain; only that one day we die

 

Denying the conclusion brought forth by vision
Welcoming gifts brought forth by non-visual perception

 

Intuition that is nigh undeceivable
Insight that is nigh undeniable
Indubitability that is nigh unmistakable
Integrity that is nigh unbendable

 

Understand and Always Remember these:
There is always more than what seems to be.
Don’t be fooled by what the eyes can only see.
Nothing is certain; Everything is nigh.
The possibilities are endless; it’s limit is sky high!

 

Sightless!
I am Sightless!
Ah! Yes! Indeed, I am sightless!
Filled with insight nonetheless!

 

Because He was sightless they thought Old Homer was worthless. He proved them wrong. Nothing is what it seems.

“The bright light of hope is always waiting for you
at the end of the dark abysmal tunnel
that seems to hopelessly go on forever.”
~ Julian Javier

 

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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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Armageddonism

Armageddonism
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…
Thinking…

 

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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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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