Weltgeist Heute

Weltgeist Heute
I am the centre of Eternal Chaos
I am the Thing that has come
I am the crusher of Eternal Salvation
I am The One

I am The Beast that rules your nations
I am the Spirit of Today
I am the Darkness that stifles your Hope
I am The Way

I was spawned long ago by the Ageless Elders
I am the Face of your Doom
I am the Fey that enslaves your People
I am The One

I am the Spirit of World Disorder
I am the polluter of your Blood
I am the Shedder of your young men's calling
I am the Flood

I am your Future
I am here this Day of Days
Can you to stand and fight me?
Can you fight My Sway?

Can you bring back the Light of the Day?

(E.M ) Oct 2016

Who dares to speak Their name?

Who dares to speak Their name?

They were old, ever old
When the world was young

Had a god, not our god
who chose Them from among

other creeds; other faiths

could not sing Their song
So They grew and they spread
to the World's far ends
And today in Their hands

is our Nation's fate

Proud feeling that we love

They have turned to hate
If  you speak out real Truth

They will bring you down
and Their wealth and Their power
strangles Brave New Dawns

Who are They? What are They?

They cease to shun great fame

though you know what's the truth

You dare not speak Their name

Who dares to speak Their name?
Do you dare to speak Their name?

(Eddy Morrison 2015)

"Poems For Our Nation"

"Poems For Our Nation"
I set this Blog up some while ago and its been a bit of a Cinderella as I have turned my attentions to throwing what effort I can behind the party I belong to - the National Front.

"Poems For Our Nation" is still a going concern and I am going to try and keep it updated whenever I can.

I am a published poet, which surprises the reds, and have had poems published in the Yorkshire Post, the Harrogate Advertiser and the Rothwell Recorder.
The Harrogate Free Press (which I think has now disappeared) published 20 of my poems in a limited edition under the title "Epitaph to a squashed cat on the motorway' (go figure!) - with 300  copies printed and sold. 

I have also self-published three booklets of poems, some are Nationalist in tone but I also write poems on many ideas and subjects.

My last one was last year which my eldest daughter printed and bound for me, which was called "The Terrible Circus and other poems"

My two Blogs of general poetry can be found at Poetry Unlimited and also Poetry in the Wilderness

As I have said you will find a wide range of poems on these sites. I tend to stick to traditional poetry with meter and verse as I do not like Blank Verse and to a lesser extent Free Verse, though I have written some Free Verse myself.

To me the modern minimalistic poetry is usually a cop out for liberal poets who are just really BAD poets.

I have also tried my hand at Haiku poetry - traditional but minimal verse which originated in Japan and which is a real challenge  because you have to stick rigorously to the Haiku rules of poetry.
So, I am getting the Blog 'Poems For Our Nation' updated far more often. There is a standing link on this page to the Blog.

For 'Poems For Our Nation', I will be publishing some of my own Nationalist poetry, as well as classic patriotic poetry from such Masters as Kipling, Rupert Brooke, Ezra Pound amongst others.

I am particularly keen on younger White Nationalists getting involved. If you want to send in a poem, which must be on a patriotic theme then you can e-mail me them on nationalfreedompress@gmail.com
White Nationalism doesn't or shouldn't concern itself only to propaganda. Poetry can be a powerful medium and it is quite sad that our educational system is turning out White students who have a good knowledge of 'Black History Month' stuff, but little or none of Kipling, Blake or Shakespeare.

So I am building up the 'Poems For Our Nation' to try and redress, in some small way, this gaping void in our own White culture.

Read and hopefully - be inspired to write too!

Aryan Destiny by Gary Clarke

White Nationalist, Gary Clarke submitted this poem for publication.

I am always happy to publish poems,articles and graphics from this Blog's visitors.

                                                 ARYAN DESTINY

  

If you could visit Asgard in the twinkling of an eye

And then continue onward, with that same speed to fly,

Do you think that you could ever, through all eternity,

Find out the generation where Gods began to be?

Or see the grand beginning when space did not extend?

Or view the last creation where Gods and matter end?

As each of us commits to: our struggle and our toil,

Our people learn to nurture and value blood and soil.

Improvement and expansion are one eternal round,

As we fulfill our destiny to dwell on sacred ground.

There is no end to matter;

There is no end to space;

There is no end to spirit;

There is no end to Race.

There is no end to virtue;

There is no end to might;

There is no end to wisdom;

There is no end to light.

There is no end to union;

There is no end to youth;

There is no end to honour;

There is no end to truth.

There is no end to glory;

There is no end to love;

There is no end to being;

There is no death above.

BEAT THE DRUM!

I received the following poem from my trusted and loyal friend Aggro Saxon - I think it makes a fine tribute to Lee Rigby and other murdered soldiers who have fell before at the hands of terrorists on our mainland, and in Ulster.

BEAT THE DRUM!

A SOLDIER LAID THERE DYING,
ANOTHER BLOODIED SON
ONE MORE LONDON STREET AWASH
WITH REDDENED RIVER RUN

THE DRUMS OF WAR ARE BEATING
FOR A HEART THAT BEATS NO MORE
FOR DRUMMER LEE RIGBY MURDERED
AND THOSE THAT WENT BEFORE

FOR EVERY BRAVE AND NOBLE SOUL
WHO'S LIFE BLOOD HAS BEEN SHED
BEAT THE DRUM, BEAT THE DRUM
 FOR THE DYING AND THE DEAD

WHO IS BRAVE IN BATTLE -
AND WHO WILL RUN AND HIDE?
THE ENEMY, THE EVIL,
THE CURSE OF WHITE MANKIND

HARK - WHEN YOU HEAR THE WAR DRUMS BEATING
GET ON YOUR KNEES AND PRAY
AS THE WHITE MAN'S DRUMS WON'T MISS A BEAT
UNTIL YOUR DYING DAY

Aggro Saxon