Category: 1. My Poetry

Satan’s alliteration,
Cogs in a rotting machine.
COGS – The cost of souls traded.
Cheap units of production,
Hostile to God’s creation!
Communist? Capitalist?
Eerie echoes! Sounds of shame!
Families, nations in debt,
Marking Beelzebub’s ledger,
Whispering: The Great Reset.
Whispering: Build Back Better.

© Nullus 2021

No!

No? 

Maybe. 

Maybe is a yes. 

No.

No is a yes.  

Maybe. 

Yes. 

Yes!

© Nullus 2021

By Nullus

 You!  
 
 All dolled up in your fancy suits,
 Mocking our faith and tradition, 
 Sharing ironic hot takes,
 I don’t need your permission!
 
 Fuck you!
  
 You!
 
 Acting like you have power,
 All you do is flail your hands,
 You’re an empty balloon,
 Creating imaginary plans.
 
 Fuck you!
  
 They won’t let you into the club,
 Who are you trying to kid?
 No one cares and you know it,
 Your words are their bid.

 Go fuck yourself!
  
 Real men admit their mistakes,
 It’s our fault these pussies rule,
 We let them tell us what to do.
 Now we’re sick of being played the fool.

 Fuck you!
  
 You haven’t come home with blackened calloused palms that take days to clean.
 Your hands are soft, your body is weak, and your soul is obscene. 

 Shut the fuck up!
 
 Nobody ever gave us handouts; we worked ourselves to the bone. 
 Our legacy is our commitment; we are what we own.
 
 So fuck off!
  
 I want something to believe,
 I want a reason to fight.
 I want to preserve my honor and dignity.
 I want what’s mine by right.
  
 Every day is a battle, 
 Every moment a war.
 You never felt this,
 Because of your rotten core. 

© Nullus 2021

By Nullus

 
 A thin wire pushing deep into the flesh of your bare feet,
 Accountability burning the wavering foundation on which you stand,
 The weight of your ancestors pushing hard with every beat,
 You walk the fragile tightrope divine providence commands.
  
 Screeching souls bellowing from the depths of this damned ravine,
 Their nauseous vomit inducing stench of hypocrisy,
 Milksop man-children playing with pathetic figurines,
 Unprolific spinsters lay in waste without progeny.
  
 Corporate rebels wear patches of global sponsorship,
 Corrupt parasites feeding greasy pigs generously,
 Armies of technocrats constructing lies and censorship,
 Symbols of moralizing filth and degeneracy.
  
 You can attempt to circumvent the inevitable,
 You deny it as you try to focus on the mundane,
 Vicious mark of the beast will never be charitable,
 Your children and your children’s children will suffer your shame!

 The cracked bell of a venerable clocktower strikes hoarse,
 Vibrating echoes of forlorn faith and nobility,
 Zealously denouncing the apostasy of ethnos!
 Salvation through Christ remains the only validity!
  
 You take your final steps across this treacherous passage,
 One thought elevates as you break from this delirium,
 Undaunted disciplined brethren marching in the distance,
 Infinite love and hate restore your equilibrium!

© Nullus 2021

By Nullus

 Among the whispers of a cold winter breeze,
 A solitary recluse with a heavy painful pace,
 Betrays years of repentance rattling his knees,
 Climbs a precipitous road seeking a more sheltered place.
  
 He desperately struggles to capture his breath,
 Clouds of mist reveal the heat of long forgotten passion,
 Seasonal reminder illustrating death,
 His memories have dissolved into obscure abstraction.
  
 A soft thump from above revives his senses,
 Reticent shadows of hope descend from snow-covered trees,
 Momentarily lifting his defenses,
 The hermit detects a tattered parcel in the debris.
  
 Stained wrapping matches the hermit’s weathered coat,
 Both man and parcel secured with the same knotted frayed twine,
 Familiar script written in smeared ink on a damp note,
 Devout prayers to Saint Christopher beseeching the Divine.
  
 He kneels to cradle this forsaken parcel,
 An undelivered wet package of crumbling charity,
 A snow-globe reveals the crystalline sparkle,
 Of misguided orphaned lights seeking sublime certainty. 
  
 Every shake presents a new discovery,
 Time and space encapsulated in stained glass and liquid,
 For a man without children or legacy,
 A simple message of faith and redemption transmitted.
 
 Carefully placing the globe in his satchel,
 The tired hermit continues his solitary journey,
 Heavy the burden, every step a battle,
 A snowstorm grows treacherous with every howling flurry.
  
 Carrying the sound of an infant crying,
 Enveloping cyclones pointing to his destination,
 Will-o'-wisp aspirations for the rising,
 Glimmering vibrant globe of infinite revelation.
  
 Chimney smoke blending into a diamond mist,
 A peaceful reprieve from the surrounding ferocity,
 Small and empty manger embodying bliss,
 Promise of restoration through maternal chastity.
  
 Ponderously setting orb in the manger,
 Fulfillment of promise manifest solitary mime,
 Voice of perfection whispers to the stranger,
 This rare gift of devotion was in your soul all this time.

© Nullus 2020

Thank you Birovius for your valuable advice.

By Nullus

‘_N-▲-N-F_’ by Amalec (ft. ‘An Odd Feeling’ by Nullus)

My Reading:

A rhythmic mechanical hum of cold stale air,
Gnawing at his spirit like a greedy rat,
His ecology gauged by levels of despair,
These miracles of frivolous convenience,
Have made him lazy, flaccid, indifferent, and fat.
 
He trudges along a useless destination,
Mimicking the movements of others at his side,
These lurking suspicions of alienation,
This relentless humming hammering at his mind,
In some obscure cubicle where he feels no pride.
 
Monitors hypnotize reminders of his guilt,
Any attempt to question is harshly rebuffed,
In a civilization his forefathers built,
Pushing him deeper into capitulation,
Rising from his workspace jail he proclaims, enough!
 
Vigorous zeal encapsulated in one word,
Ignoring their vile vitriolic exchanges,
He’s transcending the evil, ugly and absurd,
Purging this stigma and finally going free.
As this journey for his identity rages.
 
Every awakening requires clarity,
Confidence of the transparent and explicit,
Loving one’s people unapologetically,
Invigorating his body, healing his soul,
He’s found his family within his bio-spirit.

© Nullus 2020

By Nullus

Disclaimer: This poem and video are not meant to endorse violence of any kind. The message is a call to stand against aggressive extreme Leftist anti-white terror before it’s too late. The song is a creative interpretation of ‘The Times They Are A Changin” by Bob Dylan.

My Reading:

Listen up my brothers,
In the lands that you own,
Open your windows to see
How the weeds have grown.
It’s time to wake up,
For you to stop being a drone.
If your Folk to you are worth savin’,
Then you better start reapin’,
Or they’ll break every bone.
For these times they are a-comin'.
 
Warriors and poets,
Hone your axes and swords.
Burnish your visor,
One chance to stop the hordes.
And don’t draw too soon,
For the list has been made,
It’s now telling us who
That it’s blamin’.
For they will lose now,
Feel the wrath of our blade.
For these times they are a-comin'.
 
Come generals, veterans,
Your time is at hand.
Don’t stand with the invader,
Time to make your last stand.
For he who sits back,
Will be he who is damned.
The battle outside ragin’,
Will soon take your daughters,
And all your sons slammed.
For these times they are a-comin'.
 
All mothers and fathers,
This is your land.
There’s no place to hide,
You need to understand
That this immoral plague,
Will always expand.
Our traditions rapidly fadin’.
For the love of your children,
This evil you withstand.
For these times they are a-comin'.
 
The line has been drawn,
The die has been cast,
They think they won,
But their time has passed,
We have just begun,
New statues to cast,
The order is rapidly risin’.
These cowards will run,
Will soon be surpassed,
For these times they are a-comin'.

By Nullus

My Reading:

Get off your knees and stand before the tempest,
Abandon all fears and cast away your shame,
Clearly pronounce that you are not embarrassed,
Make them see that you will never play their game!

Cowards, traitors, trespassers, meddlers beware!
We will put an end to this vicious syndrome,
Correcting the world you left in disrepair,
We must secure the existence of our home!

The time has come for us to carry this flame!
It is now our charge to preserve its beauty,
Hold steady in this sinister hurricane,
Determination is your solemn duty!

You are the sons and daughters of destiny!
There is nothing for which you need to atone,
Proclaim your pride unapologetically,
Always remember that you are not alone!

© Nullus 2020

By Nullus

My Reading:

Furious currents tearing stalk from stem,
Whispers of a tempting melodic hiss,
Languidly descending without acumen,
A gentle petal provides fleeting bliss.
  
Dimly lit pathways under murky stars,
Wintertide chills invite the next full moon,
A crumbling statue displaying old scars,
Blades twist and tumble to impending doom.
  
Childlike chuckles have long departed,
Replaced with graffiti,rubbish and drugs,
A testament to the disregarded,
Ruins stand vigil among thieves and thugs.
  
It started with protests calling for hate,
Destroying the old established order,
Admired heroes to defile and denigrate,
Fecklessness is never given quarter.

This park stands as a tragic testament,
Your cowardly inaction is to blame,
Decrepit monument passes judgment,
An inscription bears your family name. 

© Nullus 2020

By Nullus

My Reading:

Turmoil amid rumors and fears,
Stocking up with supplies,
We close our doors,
We shut our windows,
We sharpen our ears.
Viral transmission!
The virus of trepidations!
Viral superstitions!
Infecting our beloved nations!
Behind our walls we sit in gloom,
Like Constantinople,
Awaiting our doom.
Our nations besieged,
Invaders at the gates,
Our Sacraments received,
It slowly infiltrates.
Snippets of invasions and wars,
Cunning innuendos,
Wuhan knocking on our doors.
A virus is spreading!
A virus of fear!
A virus is trending,
And there is only one profiteer.
 
Spinning intricate narratives,
Invading our spaces,
Spreading deceit,
Ripping us apart,
Squabbling relatives.
Morbid creations!
Iniquitous regulations!
Toxic vaccinations?
With Satanic identifications!
Etched on the official header,
Insufferable slogan,
Building back better!
Demagoguery,
Incessant trickery,
Standardized blasphemy,
Contagious misery.
A manufactured threat,
Arrogating virtue,
An undistinguished reset.
Economies decline,
Terrorizing tasks,
Horrific redesign,
Symbolized by nauseating masks.
 
As parasites attempt to smother,
Songs on a balcony,
Prayers of support,
Harmonious vibes,
Sung to one another.
Sounds of unity.
Preserving our identity.
No ambiguity!
Rebuilding our continuity!
Many of us may pass away,
These waters uncharted,
More will likely stay.
Through these pains we heal,
Hollow quarrels to mend,
A charitable meal,
Visiting an old friend.
Our compassion must remain strong,
Protecting our people,
A simple truth: We belong!
We are one and the same!
These are the stations, 
Meant for us to reclaim!
The creed of lasting implications. 

© Nullus 2020