The Invocation
Riding midnight tides
In the red lights of the night
Observing dark rights,
Under the midnight crescent
She dances with the witches,
To blood pumping beats
And the rhythm of sweet dreams,
Invoking spirits
Invite intoxication,
To raise the goddess of lust,
Riding midnight tides
With the dark dance of desire,
Invoking gnosis,
What does the summoning call?
Her deep desires fulfilled.
-Hunter Coch
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Whose Hand
”Whose hand?” in the dark,
”Whose hand?” with a simple touch,
”Whose hand?” gives pleasure.
Whose hand explores in the night?
Mystery brings excitement.
-Hunter Coch
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Life in the Alley
Within silent streets
And deserted dark allies,
Lies the empty hearts
Of the degenerate streets
Seeking consumption of life.
-Hunter Coch
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White Light
A heart falls apart,
Shattered on the southern sun.
The light ends at night,
To be born again, white light.
But yet the stars never end.
-Hunter Coch
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Claws of Water
Icy wretched pain
Radiating from within,
Why does it persists?
With the glow of agony
Claws of water tear the eyes.
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White Fire
Look into your soul
And the pitch of selfishness
Reeking jealousy.
Find hidden fire within
And let white light burn it free.
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No Way
In search for the road,
Seeking a destination.
Lost in wilderness,
A state of desolation.
In the forest of be-ing.
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Be
What’s life
But a dream,
To be lived to its fullest
By the living dead.
Live your potential,
Become.
Become what your soul screams for.
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Climax
Desire becomes
Lust.
Hedonistic passions
Climax in the night.
What joy women’s bosoms bring,
What pleasures blossom below.
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Red Rage
Deep anxiety,
She holds with an iron grip,
With
Dust,
Rust,
And nails.
I escape into the night,
But she returns with red rage.
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The Nature of Night
When the sun goes down
And most of the land dreams deep
There are those that wake,
Some in pleasures deep embrace,
Others alone in torment.
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That Scent
That Scent
That scent left drifting
In the darkness of delights,
With moans and seeded
Dreams and secret desires
Blossoming.
Sharp,
Sweet fragrance.
That scent swims with life
Among the sheets and bodies.
A nude dance of flesh,
Wandering hands,
Silken lips,
Desires living bouquet.
That scent pleasure cast,
A sea of swimming perfumes
Onto the bodies fulfilled
Falling in dreamless slumber,
That scent,
Is of dreams,
Fulfilled.
-Hunter Coch
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Held to Dirt
Dreams of death haunt me,
I see my children weeping.
Looking from the grave,
I long to kiss away tears,
Though forever held to dirt.
-Hunter Coch
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The Beast 2
She weeps terrors tears
From a benevolent guise.
Manipulator!
Heart of hate and burning greed,
Liar of spirit and deed.
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The Beast
Betrayal, deceit,
The heart of the beast above.
Rage and denial,
Spews from her foul acrid mouth.
She sits in the smog, alone.
-Hunter Coch
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Torn
With a deep embrace
Barriers torn asunder,
With a deep embrace
The woven threads of destiny
Rework into new patterns.
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Paint and Poem
Desire is an
Awakening of the soul,
Evidence of life.
Summoned by the serafim
Desire is the dark muse.
Desire is death
A last grasp at living life,
A voice from beyond.
Desire is dementia,
A forgetful waking dream.
Desire calls out
To the artists and dreamers,
Divine seduction.
Like the Sirens of myth, but
Feeding on paint and poem.
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Permission, Three Tanka
She lies on her back
Nude on the hardwood floors.
Sexual freedom.
She holds herself, rubbing deep
In pulsating perfection.
She lies on her back
Nude, I long for the release,
Her Command, her wish.
I’m bound by her dominance,
Freedom will come with a word.
She lies on her back
Nude on the cold hard floors.
With her word I come.
Tearing into her body,
Her flesh will never forget.
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Harbor
The boat sits at rest
In the calm, empty harbor.
A woman drink deep
From the skies gift of a dusk
That brands the soul forever.
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Thunder and Stone
Thunder and water,
Pounding surf and sitting stone,
But the rock still stands,
Against angry rising tides,
Perfect balance, harmony.
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The Sky
The sky is ablaze,
And an alien world burns
With indigo flame.
What was forest, now desert.
What was desert, now is glass.
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Thunder and Stone
Thunder and water,
Pounding surf and sitting stone,
But the rock still stands,
Against angry rising tides,
Perfect balance, harmony.
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Lost, Three Tanka
1.
Despair rips across
Thoughts and vivid dreams of life,
Opening the mind
To visions of hopelessness
And paths that lead into fog.
2.
Lost in grey water
That floats silent through the streets
Touching broken hearts,
Breathing life into dark thoughts,
And a future of white pain.
3.
Pale is the autumn
At the dawn of October,
Atop rain-soaked streets
Full with the wandering lost,
All they see is a warm home.
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Touch
A gentle touch brings
A budding flower to bloom.
A finger’s soft glide,
She moans in the morning haze.
Her soul fills with ecstasy.
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