Death Metal Poetry E-Book

Mike Koontz

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

Death Metal Poetry Volume One Whispers of the World is not your fluffy fun poetry and lovesick RnB writing, this is the beauty and life-loving visceral message of death metal, just without the shredding music.

So start reading, and bang that head.

Death metal poetry volume I is a straight-punch view of contemporary life on Earth, socially responsible, fact-based, and never shy.

Read it, hate it, love it but this is us, the human race.

Once you have finished reading this short and whimsical poetry book, be inspired to do life a little bit better, instead of remaining just another mindless homo sapiens that takes pride in the gluttony of polluting, destroying, and consuming our world away.

Leseprobe

Mike Koontz

Death Metal Poetry

Volume One Whispers of the World

First published by BookRix 2023

Copyright © 2023 by Mike Koontz

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the publisher. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission.

This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

Mike Koontz asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

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This journey would not have been possible without the void-less world, and you.To my mountain goddess that sits right next to the sea and Ginnungagap.

Contents

Preface

Chapter 1

Moments from the wilderness

The Sunfilled Garden

The void-less world

Who pays more

Oh this world, so wonderful

Like small demons

Why I wrote this book.

They ask me why

Like the sun, I endless stay

The flesh of kings

Our orphaned Earth

Blisters maggots, open wounds

Stab the goose

Food & sustainability is all about science.

Flooded gates and midnight light

Now we drown

Some will say, Earth still reigns

With strength & smile

This temporary one mistake, of Mother Earth

The price we paid

Brick by brick

Bloody rare on their plate

Of oil and beast

Slow we die

A song of crows at midnight dawn

Like beef cattle

The repeating world

The dragon’s breath

Choice and outcome

The Raven Danced

Entangled Atoms

Beyond the river, of daytimes realm

My fingers traced your redolence

Moments from the wilderness

My blood is Norse

Thank you.

About the Author

Preface

The age of the Anthropocene is the age of scientific discoveries, potential, and hope. And equal measures of growing human blindness. All wrapped up into a maelstrom of human beauty and planetary destruction.

Chapter 1

Why I love death metal, and why it speaks with the richness of the subtle and earthly beauty of our planet’s landscape.

Life is an endless canvas of soft and hard, varied in its raw and softly spoken whispers. Inside of that endless change and variation it gladly gives room for differing tastes in music, and my kind is metal.

As such I have never been surprised that most people that find something pleasant in my writing quite often consider it an absurd contradiction that I so happily consume grinding death metal of various shades.

Well, to me music like Cradle of Filth, Decapitated, and Netherbird is the hymn of life itself.

It is part of nature’s raw and honest palette that makes life so rich and endlessly beautiful.

I am the ‘civilized pagan’ that goes to war with the weights in the gym while enjoying the subdued siren song of the northern realms.

Death metal calls with the same vital expression of life itself, and it speaks to the same canvas of earthly, boundless colors and emotions.

It is a raw and vibrant voice that speaks of our journey’s complete scope with the beauty and visceral life force of life itself.

Death metal is a vibrant breath and raging free, like the ocean, and the wind it is an emotional and changing song of organic beauty.

Steeped with the blood and heart of nature’s whispers.

Death metal is the ancient pagan that is buried deep in the soil of the ever-tree, where it transforms and evolves, endlessly becoming something new that clings towards the skyward stars with each sunrise and calling bird, it is the living past that makes out with the changing future, alive and vital soaring with the howl of wolves.

It is the ebb and sea, and the serene of the visceral winter at its darkest point and snowy white, the muddy spring, the dull and muted pale northern tones, the white-tailed eagle and the lynx that is so shy yet fierce.

At night, life speaks with old wisdom and relentless vigor, fully there, yet not always apparent.

Death metal is often spoken of as a Scandinavian flavor. In truth, I think that the same poetry of life that nature’s raw and subtle beauty creates each passing day in new but connected variations is very much the same natural whispers that are death metal in every shape and form.

And that is why death metal walks hand in hand with nature and life because these things are all the calling of the Earth and it is the unspoken joy of the changing universe.

Enjoy.

Moments from the wilderness

Far beyond the river old

deep within

the mountainside, a northern

realm

Sweet called Hel

hands move

soundless slow

like set inside

a dream obscure.

Through

our grass

filled

meadows

shimmering

steadfast born

of sunrise dew

which for a moment

drawn out

stubborn

hang, and latch

onto skin and fingers

like finely threaded

mirror droplets

of rain

now

caught, held possessed

In air that freezes

until the moment

When

this

light

of vivid, burning

solstices sun

flare with fury

Mild and gentle,

warmth and passion

break

the hold

Against

their will,

they soon

release

Tumbledown

and

slowly fall as time now

Flows

Rushing forward

Here

they leave

their home

of

tall

And

drooping grass

colored flowers

wildly

swaying

Lost behind,

their own

tomorrow

red and black

trajectory

Now

The cues

of life, take charge

leads and pull

all life down

towards

the

cold

hard changing ground

with a splash

of sails

Sudden filled

with snow

and ice

Piercing mad

the ground now shakes and

Clearly tremble

beneath your feet,

Things cascade

of rock and soil

and trees of yore that crawl and draw

inching closer

Our serpent stirs

beneath

the sky

White feathered clouds

the shape of

ravens

Black-eyed stare