NEWS: Rise of the Red Raven.

Dear Readers,

 

First of all, I would like to thank all of you who have been enjoying and supporting my poetry blog all this time. In the past few days, I have decided to make changes to my poetry blog for personal and spam reasons.

 

Lately, I have been receiving quite a number of spam comments about some random products ranging from leather bags to computer chips and a bunch of other stuff like that. Thanks to Akismet spam filter, I was able to filter out the spam from going to the pages in my site. Akismet has been doing an excellent job catching these spam for me but it annoys me to see a number of spam from Akismet’s net then deleting them every time I see them. So, I have come to resolve to change the address to buy me some time from these spammers. I know this is a temporary solution to a permanent problem of cyberspace but I also had personal reasons to, so, I went ahead with it.

 

As you can all notice, I have changed the theme of my blog from the funny looking doom shroom background to this spooky somewhat creepy night moon with dark clouds background with the crow perched on a chest header.

 

I have also decided to change it’s name from the old “Cyber Mushroom” (http://cybermushroom.wordpress.com/) to “The Red Raven” (https://crimsoncorvus.wordpress.com/) also to mark my new journey in life. This is to show to everyone my true colours. For, I am like the Crow or the Raven, who, though the most intelligent of all the avian species, is always stereotyped, misjudged, and misunderstood for his appearance. I want everyone to know that for me, even through everyone’s stereotyping and prejudice, my life will go on. I know who I am and I will stay as real as I can for the rest of my life. I don’t care how everyone sees me, whether you find me mysterious, enigmatic, creepy, and the latter, I will not pretend to be someone who I am not just to gain anyone’s acceptance nor anyone’s attention. I am me and no one can change who I am. This is me. Like the Crow, I will perch on tree cawing, I will spread my black wings, and won’t give a damn if I scare the shit out of everyone by doing so. This is my resolve.

 

You might be wondering why “The Crimson Corvus” or “The Red Raven” is the name I chose because obviously there is no species of Crow of Red plumage.

 

Well, my favourite colour is Red so I thought of the idea of the carrion crow having it’s black plumage with its purple iridescence when light strikes it and came up with my own mythological crow, “The Crimson Crow” or “The Red Raven” who has black plumage like any other crow or raven but instead of the purple iridescence effect he has this unique red iridescence. I imagined that since the lot of people find me so different, that this name would be the most appropriate.

 

I hope you will all enjoy the changes I made and I hope you will all continue to support my poetry in this blog site. Thanks again for all your support. I will keep on writing stuff to touch your hearts, make you smile, and even scare you. The old Cyber Mushroom can now rest in peace.
This is The Crimson Corvus A.K.A. The Red Raven now taking over this place. Enjoy!

 

Changes made to blog:
– changed blog name to The Red Raven
– changed blog address to https://crimsoncorvus.wordpress.com/
– changed blog theme to piano black
– changed blog icon to a Crow drawing

 

Sincerely,

 

Julian Corvinus Javier
The Red Raven

 

The Red Raven / Corvus Cremesinus

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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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My Sound

My Sound
A Haiku Poem about what I hear when I place my hands over my ears…
By: Julian Javier
Date: July 12, 2011 @ 3:00AM GMT +8
 

A sound that calms me…
My hands placed over my ears…
Like lava flowing…

 

I hear the sounds of flowing and gently roaring lava...


 

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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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Fields of the Fallen

Fields of the Fallen
Men’s Thirst for Blood and The Grim Reaper’s Symphony
By: Julian Javier
Date: April 22, 2011 @ 1:07AM GMT +8
 

I am the harbinger of death and strife…
I shall take your wife, your kid, and your life…
Without remorse, I shall pillage, plunder, and fight…
In the name of my god, I shall kill everyone against me in sight…

 

For eternal honor and glory…
Bloodshed in these killing fields i will carry…
For people to tell tales of my victory…
Surely, if I kill enough, children will admire me and hear my story…

 

The archangel of death watching over the killing fields…
Watching how men clash their swords and shields…
Blood and life wasted with the swaying of the weapon the warrior wields…
Never wavering in his blood thirsty rampage even if the enemy yields…

 

Chaos, turmoil, panic, violence, anarchy, and discord everywhere…
The stench of blood and death in the air…
A sea of corpses and ember from flames of ruin everywhere…
The screams of the innocent echoing in the air…

 

Warrior and weapon on a killing spree…
Blood flowing in the rivers to the seas…
Genocide was the king’s decree…
Hanging dead mean to withered trees…

 

The Archangel Azrail and his legion endlessly escorting the fallen…
Crossing out names of the deceased from the book of all men…
With a coin to pay, The Ferryman, Charon mans the rudder of the ship of the fallen…
Across the rivers Styx and Acheron, the ship carries the souls of dead men…

 

Grim Bloodshed, Death, and Discord

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Your Kiss

Your Kiss
A Tanka Poem about a lover’s kiss
By: Julian Javier
Date: April 12, 2011 @ 2:34PM GMT+8

Like a summer breeze…
Your kiss gently touched my heart…
Hot and cool at once…
A kiss that my soul longed for…
Giving me deep contentment…

"flowers bloomed in my heart and soul when we kissed..."

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Rush Hour (Part 1: Out for Work)

Rush Hour (Part 1: Out for Work)
A Tanka Poem about Troublesome Traffic
By: Julian Javier
Date: April 11, 2011 @ 10:43AM GMT +8

Early for traffic…
Rush hour mornings, so tragic…
My painful head aches…
Still stuck in this traffic jam…
Praying for red to be green…

Smoggy Mornings...

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