Philosophy Grave Poems

Dusky, azure sky looks down
The ochre earth awaits you
Near and dear have a deep frown
On the deathbed, you know too

Time is coming pay no heed
To...

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Something inside me is calling
Some things are caught on thorny thoughts 
Sometimes I radiate and deviate as thoughts linger

I bleed icy dreams
Dark as ink, silent...

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Pakistan is a cemetery..
When a Pakistani becomes rich
his bank accounts are in switzerland..
He invests in Dubai..
He consumes chinese..
He prays in Rome..
He travels to london for...

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Along a quiet river to nowhere were styx lean like broken crosses. The wind is gentle with a sent of quite decay or is that...

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In doom light, I see all that is & 
Ever was, I see all the façades 
Stripped away n callouses 
Tearing away all the love...

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HOLY IS THE NEW FLESH

burning the rights of an ancient Sacrifice 
by ancestors holy and profane 
the offerings of an Intellectual ape 
hairless and Afraid...

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The day is long as my time is short
I walk the course of vengeance with a heavy heart
I see the pillars of flame...?

I see the...

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On forboding...


The rocky cliffs 
Stark against midnight 
Somber and austere.

Darkness sharp cold drifts 
In hollow halls 
In empty rooms with broken windows!

Deep underground...
In the deepest...

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Broken is the mechanical clock 
Broken is the bloody heart 
Broken is the memories of youth 
Broken is the will
Broken as the world turns and...

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Bring on the pain 
       for I have seen my ruin misspent ways.
Bring on the rain 
  ...

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In my blistered ruined mind 
I build odd gods, old! 
They sit in irregular rows,
In a crooked cathedral ,

Like a pantheon of ornate oddities! 
Each...

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The streets are vacant under the mystery rain gently falling as I gaze into the cold blue depth of a fluorescence-lit street

Languishing…

Under blaring lamps, the...

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Dark clouds rise high, gathering overhead 
a throng of gods sit in their silent, 
mysteries.

A black funeral pyre…

Darkly shedding tears, 
rainfalls cold, drifts down alone...

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Under the brittle bright cold moon, ice
cold skies far above clouds fly
the metallic worms bore deeply into my side 

they are made by no one...

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I have collected strange things… 
In this obscure life…

I have placed them in 
Little Black Onyx Boxes old and ornate covered 
inlaid with exotic stones,...

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