Philosophy Horror Poems

I see a forgotten house. 
I hear the cry of a rook. 
I feel the moonbeams in a still Brook.
I know the coming wind rising...

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A turn of key looking into eternity 
A twist of soul a hard shard of light 
Splashing onto a dark shore

A spray of mist, as...

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casting away all pieces and parts 
of an existence full of casual talk 
of board rooms full of rage
lost bodies in burning classrooms

full of philosophy...

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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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Space n Time
Out of place

Things are out of grace

Nothing has rhyme or reason anymore 
Losing all trace

Out of our time within our space
Everything is sublime...

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Tangled in dark thoughts
ominous imagination 
n oiled parts 
dark arts
cryptic mechanization 

things strange insane deranged 
feeling it all slipping away
falling in & out of me
of...

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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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Here at the heart of the darkest day 
Darkest light at noonday and midnight 
The shadows show the holes to a different realm 

A different...

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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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I can feel this heartbeat, gentle rhythm deep 
under my feet, I can feel the blood seep… 

I keep it clean, I can feel the...

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Hot the lost lovers rage 
Walk within pantheons of gilded brigades
The passions roar as idolized lost sages
Of some immense meaning 
In supernatural things 
Without rhythms...

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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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a procession

shadowed ravens watch 
depressive day turns
the winds bring Frost 

Skelton branches clutch 

Ghosts dance after the fall 
The procession crawls 
To the point of...

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What is born in the thermals of a barren land
A spiral of destruction sublime

(I feel its power seeping into the ground)

Across the seas, it comes...

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Darkest heart a ruddy black 
Dried blood and static
Blackest of black eyes roll in empty space
The darkest night in deepest oblivion 
Of volcanic hell frozen...

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