Death Howl Poems

  Finding fellow hippies,
  Not yippees,
  Or zippees.
  It's almost as much fun,
  As finding the sun!

  News remains...

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Lurking in the shadows,
Searching for his prey.
The Beast of the Bayou,
Will feast well today.

An unsatiable hunger,
Drives his rabid desire.
With dagger-like teeth,
And eyes lit with fire.

His...

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Mangrove Jack
He might attack
Always lurking 
Never twerking 
Twigs in his hair
His smell everywhere 
Dirt under his nails
His creepiness prevails 
Mangrove Jack
He will be back…...

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-Nous In Malibu-

What is the most invaluable thing in existence and yet inherently toxic to hold? Knowledge. The more you have, the more you desire....

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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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Black Hotel
Immortal fear, 
blind rage appears on black rock… 

How does it rise along on a lonely beach?
…an outcrop of the night!

A black hotel looms...

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A chrome gun glittering 
in the hot sun raise, rays radiating 
like a heliographic rainbow,
drawn from shimmering halos 
of inferno light, hot.

White smoke from a...

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Let me see in deepest night
Let me see all my past pains 
All my deepest regrets 
All my refrains let me 
find my future gains...

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Bicycle bicycle where are you going 
Bicycle bicycle what are you knowing 
Bicycle bicycle where are you flowing
Thoughts are of you drifting though lands of...

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All long the wind swept streets 
vacant windows stare 
like absent eyes of statues 
Shuttered an abandon
standing there 
in their sites 
their hollow façades

Vacant faces...

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-Nip At The Cauldron-

My mind full, like the moon outside. My brethren say; '’Sleep well, worthy adversary.’’ As he ventured forth unto his domain, for...

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Maybe I’ll Go For A Walk
David J Walker

Maybe I’ll go 
	For a walk
Old men think such thoughts
	About 
How to spend time on
A cold December morn

Maybe...

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into the wilderness haunted by ghost-towns 
And ancient bloodstains 
and lost history of scars 
we wander the borderlands 
between the weakening dreams 
and cities a...

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A long dark hall
candles flicker in secret rhythm
stones reek of pale orange fire light
footsteps trail far behind 
and each dying echo wondering 
lost in these...

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Dust
Ashes to ashes
Read as rust fine 
in dust the centuries are lost 
Tomes of history lie in disarray
far away from the terrors of the day...

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