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Ominous Lord Spoonblade
Wednesday, June 11th, 2003, 10:12 PM
I wrote this poem about two years ago, and lately I've been revising all my old writing. I wouldn't say this is the finalized version, not at all, but here it is...

(Currently untitled)

The violent Heart will find no rest;
Nor after it's final beat shall it cease
This vicious ache incased under it's victim's chest

How ironic;

That what should give life drowns this body
In a blaze of burning red blood-
Internal chaos born by it's tryst with marbled, calloused skin,
Longing to turn on itself and set free the boiling flood

Imprisoned;

In twisting, turning vines of stone and ice;
A constant rythym determined only in the purpose to wear away,
Whilst the cacophonous melody echoes throughout the vessel.
And after All...

The blood but hardens to clay.

Tryggvi
Thursday, June 12th, 2003, 01:46 AM
Lovely, I like it - it has much depth and makes one ponder. :)

cosmocreator
Thursday, June 12th, 2003, 07:50 PM
I'll see if I can find any of the poems I wrote. If I can, I'll post them. I usually write things then throw them out or sometimes give them away.

Ominous Lord Spoonblade
Thursday, June 12th, 2003, 08:41 PM
Thank you Thorburn :)

cosmocreator
Thursday, June 12th, 2003, 10:09 PM
This is the only one I could find. There was another I was hoping to find but it may be lost forever. I've altered this one slightly from the original. It was written probably about 7-8 years ago.


Two Hearts As One

Two red roses for a love so deep
Two white roses for pure hearts in God's keep
The path I followed led to you
A love made in Heaven, always true
A love like yours, forever cherish
For you are the fountain on which I flourish
Without you, I can not go on
For your love is what I long
Though we've only met, we're never apart,
for every day, you're in my heart
and every day, my love grows stronger
now that we're apart no longer
Two hearts as one
What wondrous thing has just begun?
Let your word flow like a river,
and whisper to me those words that last forever
I dreamed a dream, for you to be mine
will you be my valentine?

Ominous Lord Spoonblade
Friday, June 13th, 2003, 12:50 AM
Are you a hopeless romantic? :D

cosmocreator
Friday, June 13th, 2003, 07:31 AM
Originally posted by Vanessa
Are you a hopeless romantic? :D

I am. I really am.

That poem was actually written for a dj at a radio station in Montreal. I used to email her and she would talk to me over the air waves. On Valentines Day, I delivered in person that poem with roses to her at the station. She read the poem over the air.

cosmocreator
Friday, June 13th, 2003, 08:24 AM
Blossom



A chance encounter, a sprouting forth,
a taking root, and striving forward
to celestrial heights, proclaim the course.
Greatness forever calling, onward! ONWARD!

Too much sun will wilt the leaves
Too much rain will rot the root
Carefully nurtured of all its needs
beautifully flowering, none would moot.

Here in lies the allegorical truth;
cherishing togetherness, never let die;
faithfully wed to the promise of youth.
Blossom is an expression of you and I.

cosmocreator
Friday, June 13th, 2003, 08:26 AM
Forever and Always



If you could think,
of all things that are to be,
two hearts, apart, yet inseparably link’d
...Forever and always, you and me.

If you could hear the song
of love birds sitting atop a tree.
Baby birds feelin’ they belong.
... Forever and always, you and me.

If you could see waves caressing the shore,
and the rhythms of the sea,
under starry moon lit night wore
... Forever and always, you and me.

If you could taste the vivacity of life’s sweetness,
and in your hands, the key,
to unlimited wonders of greatness
... Forever and always, you and me.

If you could feel the powerful river of evermore,
flowing through the veins of ye...
having to feel the pain or sorrow of broken hearts nevermore
... Forever and always, you and me.

If you could smell the fragrance of fresh roses,
and you let it carry you alee
to sense what this one man proposes.
... Forever and always, you and me.

cosmocreator
Friday, June 13th, 2003, 08:28 AM
On This Winter’s Day



Another year passes, day after day
These words are written, feel there’s something to say
They come from the heart
A longing for something to start
A coming together, two beget one
Beautifully enduring ordainment begun
Bonds of love, not to be broken
Truth of the soul, like these words rhythmically spoken
If the intent in this truth to be known
It is the reason of this missive you are shown
On this winter’s day of St. Valentine
Will you be mine?

Lone Wolf
Saturday, June 14th, 2003, 01:09 AM
Hails all,

I'm new to Pantheon Europa as I usually do StormFront but PE was suggested to me. I'm glad to see some poetry, I write myself, mainly hopeless romantic poems, here is a favourite of my own, third of a series to one beautiful Aryan girl.

“Birds Of Two Feathers”

M-L (3)


I am to remain quiet, I must.
At last the intermission is over.
On the tip of my tongue those words
Still are but to repeat them, an awful
Mistake. I must fight it, somehow
Distract myself from your radiance,
How will I do it? Our first act was
Less difficult, our lines rehe****d but
Never knowing each other’s. I almost
Fear to hear the same again but fear more
To hear it different. The brand of your
Image, initials on my brain never healed,
No scab ever formed. With others it simply
Bled more, profusely. Stained my clothes
But was invisible to all, except those that
Knew, a small number.
The gossip of those, in whom I trusted, drove
Us apart, revealed my writings, deepest thoughts,
Dreams, but at least we share a [painful] friendship
Again and I still believe I hear you heart talk
To mine.
Oh, I’m lost in your eyes, your fragrance, your wit,
Your smile is a beautiful dawn, unmatched.
With the early birds, I rise to sing my song but
you’re deaf to it. You never see the beauty of the
nest we’d share if fate was kinder.

My nicer side revealed!

Racial Regards,
Lone Wolf,
14/88

Freya
Tuesday, June 17th, 2003, 02:29 PM
I cant write poems lol, I tried to write RAC-lyrics once, that went 'ok' but thats all I`m able too lol

Ominous Lord Spoonblade
Tuesday, December 23rd, 2003, 08:53 PM
I wrote another poem. Oh boy! lol I figure I should write as much dorky teenage poetry as possible before I turn twenty!


Motivated by desire
The word that rhymes too well with fire
Burning up the world outside us

There's a flame for me
And ten for you
A flame for him
A flame for her too

Tell me not to speak in metaphors
Show me how to be coherent
I will become it.
How beautiful to be redundant

It's not the fire to love;
It's the burn.
Now I can say that it's your turn

What a lovely little rhyme
It sounds so perfect, it sounds so cheap;
Just like the love we feel
And the lives we lead

Wow! I'm just like you.
Wow! You're just like me.
It's disgusting,
There's nothing more nasty.

Lollipops and bubblegum
I prefer whiskey over rum.
Lollipops and bubblegum
It's what I use to make you-

Some girls do,
Some girls don't.
You know I do,
But let's play won't

One more stanza, one more drink
Don't dare to stop and think.
Let it run, it just flows.
It goes and goes and goes-
Until the blood runs from your nose

Until the blood's between your toes
But it still goes and goes
And goes.

Caught red-handed
Red-footed too?!
"What the hell is wrong with you!?"

They scream it, they sing it
Maybe play it on the radio.
But some ears are just for show,
And some hearts just don't know;
They just don't glow

Anything can sound good
If the words rhyme,
If you say them right on time,
And if it's what they want to hear-
You can pour the poison in their ear.

And after that,
Can you still fear?
Oops, I mean hear.
You and I could never fear.

What results when love
Needs a motive
Just another resource (sort of)
Take as much as you can.
Is this poem about a man?

Let's just call him Stan
Because I can,
I will, I always can
Call a man Stan

With the lollipops
And the bubblegum
Again with the bubblegum
Candy for fun

He won't care if he's Stan
Or if he's not
Time to pick the name I want
Blowing bubbles, or blowing Stan
Just because I can

Show me how to be coherent
I will become it.
How beautiful to be redundant.
How beautiful to be redundant.
How beautiful to be redundant.

How fucking redundant to be beautiful.

Oh let's be modest;
Play it cool
And I'll pretend I
Don't want to bubblegum you

And you'll act as if
You don't want to lollipop me
Is it because I'm so silly?
Really?
Really?
Really?

cosmocreator
Tuesday, December 23rd, 2003, 09:53 PM
G, Vanessa. A littel psychotic, paranoia and erotic. Perhaps I should make it melodic.

Ominous Lord Spoonblade
Tuesday, December 23rd, 2003, 10:22 PM
G, Vanessa. A littel psychotic, paranoia and erotic. Perhaps I should make it melodic.

Hahahaha! Good one ;-)

Hellenic Eagle
Tuesday, December 23rd, 2003, 10:24 PM
I havent written any poems, but i ll try to write one now:



This Skadi forum is online
it always bans those out of line

People meet here and share their views
they hate mestizos, nigs and Jews

But why the hate, you may so ask
"to save our race" it is our task

but in this race there seems to be
subracial conflicts there to see

will there be some future time
for Europeans to live just fine?

will Europe seize to so exist
will there be on this world some peace?

who knows, not i for sure
the seasons of the year are four

(i just wrote that)

Fennomanic Perkele Finjävel
Saturday, April 17th, 2004, 02:51 AM
I´m very intresting to receive any information about Scott Stedeford
/Day of the Sword/Break the Sword and of course his releationship to Aryan Republic Army (ARA). I´m not sure but in my knowledge he´s now ”serving” life sentence (?) for ARA´s 22 bank robberiers that tried to build The Order-like revolutionary army in mid-nineties. I have looked for Scott´s jail addresses but haven´t found any…I would be very thankful if somebody could give his recent address. I would like to make an interview about him that would be published in internet…maybe first in HERE! In my opinion, Scott Stedeford – regadless his Christian Identity beliefs – is one of the most important, dedicated, artistic, intelligent and bravest young racialist activist in today. DAY OF THE SWORD – PREPARE FOR WARFARE – NO ENEMIES SPARED!!!