Counter-Currents
Michael Triegel, Deus Absconditus, 2013 (detail)
472 words
We Are Alone
for Chris Telford
We are alone. Nature, the Old Gods, our
Beloved Ancestors have left us far
Behind and far below. Get used to it,
Folks. We’re on our own. Deal with it. Commit
Yourself to this and to the folk that you’re
Part of, here and now. No more ancestors
But ones we ourselves might become before
We pass the bright torch we received unlit.
We are alone.
No one’s coming to help anyone or
Anything, no matter how we treasure
The Folk Ways, the Old Gods. The past’s unfit
To serve the present; we must take the bit,
Raise folk who only seek our future. For
We are alone.
* * *
Victoriam Sola Fide
Time will not hold us accountable, we
Have not hesitated, have not condemned
A future to darkened dawns. History
Will show that we have fought through the night, and
We have never given up for lack of
Hope. Nor shall we ever. We do not grow
Weary or lose our heart. We have enough
Faith, which gives enough inner light to show
What lies beyond the lies this blackened world
Says must be so. We would never, and will
Never, acquiesce to what has come hurled
At us, dressed as truths, to break us until
We lose our sense of what each day to be
Will be. Victoriam sola fide.
* * *
Coming Upon a Gate
An old picket gate: its wooden slats half
Rotted, stands straight with determination
But blocks nothing except some buttercups
And bittersweet nightshade. There was a path
On which this gate sat. One that direction
Was not the purpose of — it wandered up
And down these hills, between the far flung farms
And furrowed fields that filled this place. Meadows
Have reclaimed it all now. The farms are gone.
The fields are fenceless. Still, there is a charm
And beauty here, as far as wildness goes—
And a sense that what once was here moved on
Past the traces of itself that we find,
Leaving only the picket gate behind.
* * *
The Song of the Cowards
The idea that you can somehow remain
aloof from and superior to the struggle . . . — George Orwell
We’re not cowards; we’ve figured it’s best to
Pretend like we just lump along and do
Nothing, even though we believe in what
We think is worth committing to. We’re not
Able to, though, we’re not people like you.
We’re people who have jobs, have lives and who
Have to be so careful. What with taboo
And social conditioning, things get fraught.
We’re not cowards.
Being doxed, being outed, would unglue
Our place in the world; people misconstrue
Everything. We have families. White men ought
To fight for things, but for right now we’ve thought
That discretion’s best. We can’t commit, though
We’re not cowards.
7 comments
Yes, just us, no one else, ourselves alone! But if we are to be soldiers in this battle we will need some ‘spiritual’ sustenance. The lyrics of ‘Our Voice is Stronger’ from WN band Bound for Glory are inspirational:
“And to those who fell before me
that gave their lives
for the ones they love
I gain my strength
from their spirits
as I look to the gods above.”
We are in accord! We have always looked up towards the gods, but it is the spirits of our own who give us the needed spiritual sustenance now–those who fell before us, give us strength to pass the flame, a flame we received after it had long gone cold. We have reignited it ourselves, for our future, we lead our own way now.
Some compelling images and ideas, my favourite lines are from the last part of ‘We Are Alone’
The past’s unfit
To serve the present; we must take the bit,
Raise folk who only seek our future. For
We are alone.
This seems to epitomize the Faustian spirit of Aryan mankind.
Thank you, I am honored that you see that in my work.
Poetry is so powerful & ‘The Song of the Cowards’ really hits the mark! I wrote something in a similar vein last year after hearing so many excuses from people as to why they couldn’t risk doing anything and called it ‘I wasn’t a coward’. It is set in the not too distant future and the narrator is explaining his lack of action.
‘I wasn’t a coward.
I would have done more for the cause, but I didn’t because I might have lost my job/career/social positions/friends/family/girlfriend/pension/money/house.
So I did nothing, well next to nothing and hung on to my possessions/lifestyle/friends/family/money etc
And then I lost it all anyway – they took it all away from me merely because I was white.
But I wasn’t a coward.’
Thank you. I like that piece of yours too–particularly the penultimate line. Words to the unwise, and the cowardly: Take heed! We are.
If any of these poems of Juleigh’s inspire you to do more for The Cause – which they should – then I cannot recommend highly enough the following article by Jef Costello ‘How to live life as a dissident’
https://counter-currents.com/2017/10/how-to-live-as-a-dissident/
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