White Biocentrism

This poem is a tribute to the MacMullen family, living and working with me on the Alliance's West Virginia campus: Donny Mac is a true-blue White man inside and out schooled in racial pride, of this there is no doubt, wise word and pure action cousin to daily Cosmotheist deed spurring Whole ignition...

Eyes closed trail-edge I touch a humming leaf, then the tree and coaxed by cryptic signals scale destiny beyond the crawling wall of sight and sound misting past and present, vault thoughts lightning cast in air-pooled, flash-flood preview of where rune-rooted life is going, what avenue forges onwar...

The beach by bare boy feet seems curiously boring except for the sheer joy of a parent-free kid mystery exploring, urged to toe-kick or poke with sticks by a teasy tide any secret sand pile, aided and abetted by one pirate eye in cloud-island sky, silently spotting for a pearl-seeking mind where for...

From an article in The Best of Attack! and National Vanguard tabloid titled "Why The West Will Go Under" by Dr. William Pierce: "The right-wingers see the value of the West in its outward forms: its governments, its economic systems, its lifestyles. When these are broken up--when the ship of State g...

On cool green ground listen, eyes closed not for sound but sense-- a deeper-down feeling rarely known, rarer exposed yet if and when found sifts core-intense like water streaming into itself in lemming-leaps off a shale-edge shelf, wavy trees shadow-facing a mirror creek or phoenix wind tinting infi...

Each and every oh-so-wonderful day a lumbering oaf waddles a woodsy way past grassy paths trimmed by him two inches in height (and twice-a-week inspected by bare eye and candlelight) to a lime-green willow for shade and pillowy crop of well-washed rock to hum and place toe and thumb on top. Five une...

This was written by a POW using the pen name of Ryan Cavallius; it's his tribute to the men and women of the National Alliance: A consciousness is growing from a kernel oh so small, mental recognitions of a strong ancestral call. Within our veins waxes and wanes the inner force of blood which summon...

Hello and welcome from West Virginia. I was born and raised in the Midwest,
mostly in and around the liberal cesspool of Cleveland. It's difficult to find a
human among the voodoodoo vermin, but they're there

Nine realms leaf-link sacred Eurocosmic chain from sire Asgard's crown down to Hel's grave domain. Nine days and nights vein-sight runic rain siphoned from Mimir's tears to Midgard plain by Wotan One-Eye, Geri, Freki and ravens two who ponder life 'til death then begin anew. Like the High One, fate-...

Will bills get paid? The food run out? That's for Mom and Dad to worry about. I have a chipped tooth; got sick on candy corn; my Band-Aid fell off--cut my thumb on a dumb acorn. Scraped both knees climbing a tall tree in the dark attempting to escape the grape lava vampire shark. Weekdays are long, ...