Waka

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No Way

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In search for the road,
Seeking a destination.
Lost in wilderness,
A state of desolation.
In the forest of be-ing.

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Way of the Drifter

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He’s got pale blue eyes
And a sly crooked smile.
His heart burns with rage,
For the world has done him wrong.
He walks upon dunes,
Wind and sand,
      His face weathered.
Always on the hunt,
He seeks to reap his vengeance.
None are left but ghosts
In a sea of empty death.
Few dare cross his path.
He is destroyer of men,
Lone Saint of killers.
Judicator of the lost
Walking the dark road of dusk.

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Part of the Drifter series


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Be

What’s life
      But a dream,
To be lived to its fullest
By the living dead.

Live your potential,
      Become.
Become what your soul screams for.

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Climax

Desire becomes
Lust.
      Hedonistic passions
Climax in the night.

What joy women’s bosoms bring,
What pleasures blossom below.

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Red Rage

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Deep anxiety,
She holds with an iron grip,
With
      Dust,
            Rust,
                  And nails.
I escape into the night,
But she returns with red rage.

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The Nature of Night

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When the sun goes down
And most of the land dreams deep
There are those that wake,
Some in pleasures deep embrace,
Others alone in torment.

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That Scent

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That Scent

That scent left drifting
In the darkness of delights,
With moans and seeded
Dreams and secret desires
Blossoming.
      Sharp,
             Sweet fragrance.

That scent swims with life
Among the sheets and bodies.
A nude dance of flesh,
      Wandering hands,
             Silken lips,
Desires living bouquet.

That scent pleasure cast,
A sea of swimming perfumes
Onto the bodies fulfilled
Falling in dreamless slumber,
      That scent,
             Is of dreams,
                     Fulfilled.

-Hunter Coch

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Intimacy

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To the sleepless nights,
Unrepentant secret sins,
And the joys of flesh.

I sing to the ancient stars
Of intimacies virtues.

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Intimacy

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To the sleepless nights,
Unrepentant secret sins,
And the joys of flesh.

I sing to the ancient stars
Of intimacies virtues.

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Two

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Ruptured desire
Spilt upon the bedroom floor.
With a rage of lust
Fueled by the scent of sex
  And
A light in the eye,
Inhibitions fall
To the ground with two
Bodies following entwined.

-Hunter Coch

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