I don't believe in murder
Nor anything of its kind.
I also couldn't care less,
You'll be shocked to find.
I don't believe in purpose,
I'd paddle out to sea,
I certainly don't believe in love,
That's fairy tale stuff to me.
I don't believe in God, or God's,
But I don't think we're alone.
I don't believe in good or grace;
We're in this for our own.
I couldn't dream of thinking twice
About this war or that..
The biggest pointless act man found,
Was going tit for tat
Categories:
nihilists, anger, dark, freedom, gothic,
Form: Rhyme
Remember that feeling you used to get,
Like a kid on Christmas Eve.
With all your might, you just couldn't fight,
The excitement of frenzied greed.
Categories:
nihilists, childhood, christmas, evil, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
Zen Nihilism
Zen is a school of Buddhism .
Cessation of sufferings is taught by Buddhism.
Nihilism believes no realism.
At least Buddhism follows some enthusiasm.
Nihilism is based on nothingness.
Buddhism tries to show path of happiness
through wisdom transcending Nirvana, nevertheless.
Both agree concept of existence of God as baseless.
Phenomenon of Nihilism : Secular and atheistic
So Buddhism is considered passively nihilistic.
Nihilists. say, 'Nothing to be considered realistic.
Buddhists say, 'Right and Wrong are two characteristics .
Love, wisdom and purity are concept of Buddhist.
Nihilists don’t believe in moral code on continuity.
Nihilists obey only nothingness as extreme entity.
Buddhists choose midway approach eternity.
Categories:
nihilists, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
A blemish dawns the red sky
Violent blush stains and bleeds on high
Plop, plop, puddles of ichor and flesh
Metallic aroma inhaled fresh
We're bathed in the violence
Like of group of lost nihilists
Through the night, watching it ignite
Nothing could absolve our spite
Categories:
nihilists, anger, death, hate, horror,
Form: Rhyme
my latest anti CCP turtle poem--
CCP Turtles Grassing Line
China’s virtual hotline
Report online remarks
Slander Communist Party history
Crack down “bygone nihilists”
Party’s 100th centenary July
Grass line allows society report
Netizens “twist” Party’s history
Attack governance policies
Denigrate national heroes
Deny superiority radical socialist nation
Clandestine motivations old nihilistic parodies
Malevolently garbling
Denigrating contradicting Party history
Internet operatives administering people
Devotedly report dangerous info
“Historical nothingness” public doubt distrust
Chinese Communist Party’s earlier dealings
China’s net forcefully censored
Overseas social media networks
Search engines news outlets forbidden
Penances persons conveyed
Netizens prison lawful punishments
Placement content acute
Nation’s leadership procedures antiquity
Legal amendments folks
“Slur smear invade on” memorial
China’s national heroes’ martyrs
Face three years gaol
Categories:
nihilists, abuse, satire, war,
Form: Verse
today is not a day for rumination
cows are ruminants
contemplating the subtleties of grass
nor is it a diary where Whitmanesque
observations are woven into truth
this is just an exercise of thought
as the bright sun fades to rain
feeding the all the stubborn
imperfections of suburban lawns
while, when I am green,
I am moved toward some
semi-sanitary pit to lose it all
and wet and clammy, mewling
start again
today is just a day for ruination
squarely in the camp of nihilists
my life a metaphor for all the
other systems woven round
the earth
a toilet bowl of tempests & chaos
how short sighted are all
the porcelain views
the personal is never universal
nor 'uni' anything
variety is woven through the strands
of everything from DNA to history
why is there only male and female
when no two snowflakes are alike
the rainbow has more colours
than the eye can see
and all of them are beautiful
and everyone has room
within the spectrum
of a fecund life - my life your life
our lives
Categories:
nihilists, allusion, humanity, philosophy, world,
Form: Free verse
FOUR
To obtain it, Laurie with her Dear Life paid,
She did not count the cost, as cowards do,
But gave her Heart, to be re-forged and made,
A Diamond Heart… Pure, Innocent and True…
Into a misericorde, blade meant to end
With Mercy, Dark Ones… Those whose Time has come
Who have made Life a Misery, and bend
The courses of Reality – they hum
Not, nor do cook in their pajamas,
They are Diseased with Hate and Cruelty
Is just another tactic – do their mamas
Pray for them? That’s why she comes!
To nihilists, she brings the coup-de-grace*
And carries the repentant over the floss…
*the coup-de-grace was not only a merciful blow with a dagger, designed to swiftly and painlessly end the life of a suffering knight, who could not be saved, this name was also used for the dagger, itself, which was designed for such a purpose. Another name for the coup-de-grace is 'misericorde'
Categories:
nihilists, appreciation, love, wife,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
You and I we're breathing corpses
Collapsing feelings of underdogs
Bitter realities that enfold our lives
Our hearts keep beating amid the pain
We'd spend summer nights in vain
The smell of the unappologetuc rain
Lullabies for the broken are played
Comfort to the tearful parade
Imagination comes cheap with sorrow
Smoking human bones until you let go
There's an after taste for blood
The plague crawls within the flood
Clean your face from all the pus
Cleansing minds from the fuss
This hell is yours and mine
Survivors who had forgotten how to survive
Together as one we'll wait fo the antichrist to arrive
From beneath the rotten corpses he shall rise
The weak minded will run and hide
From the hideous corrupted fight
He with the bad breath and the one blind eye
Is the master of th defeated and marginalized
Like an ocean of nihilists drowning the conservative kites
Follow the steps of the maleficent mind
Close your eyes and let him devour your insides
The numbness will bring the forgotten smiles
Categories:
nihilists, baseball, dark,
Form: Verse
i am a possibility
of many possibilities
i am a ratio
an indecisive factor
in the rest of what this dimension has to offer
the world is a top
i spin it and predict the probability
that the end will equal the means
or perhaps surpass it
even if i never surpass this muck-up
these broken eardrums
and the inquisition of my empty head exclaiming empty words
and i don't even exist
especially to the solipsists, nihilists
and i no longer give a sh--
i am now officially some lazy apathetic prick
oh i could have been a possibility
but that possibility was so small
that you'd need a magnifying glass
and some tweezers
i am rust, oxified and tearing up
i am crust, the sh-- in the ring on the toilet
i am lust, but never just enough
i am bust
i am a loser without a leash and/or choke chain
Categories:
nihilists, angst, art, introspection, loss,
Form: Free verse