Philosophy Howl Poems

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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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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Ravens dream 
Haunting forever stark
look to the moonlight dark 
house full of midnight
Feeling the magnetic wells
In pools of infinity 
dogs bark defiantly 
out into the...

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Winters night
Here we sit on a cold winters night
The fire burns bright 
we watched as the flames dance 
create illusions of life
Secret dreams and Demons...

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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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Wings black as midnight draw back 
from infernos façade 
Secret devices sharp, 
keen of talons and man-made MAW 
EYES; Scarlet, pumpkin fire orange at the...

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What a work is man 
between his heart and hand 
gives birth to creations art 
imagery cast around like pages 
torn from young gods grimoire
Drifting...

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Dark devices turn deep inside. 
Churning in deep secret places,
Long lost to angel staring eyes. 
Hallow and dark stains seep
Into what is and what will...

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With Blades
I have drawn 
In my restless sleep
I linger in the past
Were my souls 
Dry husks of horrors
Are cast
Each one an image in time
The dead...

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Act Eight, Chapter One. Part Three
                Part of a grander...

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