Religious Suicide Poems

Break The Mirror

Beyond this life we know so well,
Lies a mystery we cannot quell,
Near-death and hypnosis reveal,
A continuity beyond our mortal veil.

But who are we,...

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Angel of the Hollow Eyes 
of dark devices and secret lies 
of stone façades as shadowed fly

Mechanical things turn deep inside 
broken and cruel 
each...

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Of paper and Ink
Warriors of words written in a land
Of Blood and broken toys
Jet black things
Set ice plains and caviar
Standing long into the starry night
Eyes...

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There it sits…
in the dark corner a hollow thing bony arms skeletal

Is it grinning 
There sitting closer in shadow even in Light.
Black Eyes staring. 

Things...

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Scared N Holy 
in profane 
they entertain Secret societies 
sacred and arcane 
built of complex biology 
with gears in bone crystal blood-borne Hues.

Jewels turn upon...

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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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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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My head spins as the noise from the crash echoes in my head. I sit up in some kind of terminal with strange trains bound...

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Lost in a sea of pain 
Lost to the doors of a Secret Night
Far, far from the shores
of hallow be thy name
searching for the Sacred...

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On site of this forgotten Babylon
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in this annihilated place
What strange creature’s kin
to inhuman race
Dwell deep in antediluvian hells 
Uncanny...

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WINTERS HOUSE 
Black, bare in despair 
alone to nowhere 
On a corner crossroads to everywhere
Sits a house half-forgotten 
a house full of itself and memories
Dark...

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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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Reborn here now without baggage,                    ...

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...streets; shotguns and ink.
the shotgun cracks the night,
locked within
the seed of death, dark.
the streets are frozen in space...
barren in time.
the wind causes the leaves to...

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The past dreaming 
of the future 
Burnt out at last
Light pulsing into the cathode ray tubes 
the wires of difference machines 
process seconds, data, imagery...

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