The writings of Hunter Coch

Waka

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The Invocation

Riding midnight tides

In the red lights of the night

Observing dark rights,

Under the midnight crescent

She dances with the witches,

To blood pumping beats

And the rhythm of sweet dreams,

Invoking spirits

Invite intoxication,

To raise the goddess of lust,

Riding midnight tides

With the dark dance of desire,

Invoking gnosis,

What does the summoning call?

Her deep desires fulfilled.

-Hunter Coch

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Whose Hand

”Whose hand?” in the dark,

”Whose hand?” with a simple touch,

”Whose hand?” gives pleasure.

Whose hand explores in the night?

Mystery brings excitement.

-Hunter Coch


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Life in the Alley

Within silent streets
And deserted dark allies,
Lies the empty hearts
Of the degenerate streets
Seeking consumption of life.

-Hunter Coch

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White Light

A heart falls apart,
Shattered on the southern sun.

The light ends at night,
To be born again, white light.

But yet the stars never end.

-Hunter Coch

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Claws of Water

Icy wretched pain
Radiating from within,
Why does it persists?

With the glow of agony
Claws of water tear the eyes.

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Creative Chaos

Darkness in the heart
Of matter’s dancing dream-scape.
Infinity falls,
To the beat of disaster.

Creativity rages.


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Art

Art should not be safe.

Poetry is seduction,
Music is fire,
Painting is for the insane.

Art is the mad flame of love.

-Hunter Coch-


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Premonition

She looked within me
From across the crowded room,
Eyes of lust and steele.
And it was in that moment
I knew what the night would bring.

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White Fire

Look into your soul
And the pitch of selfishness
Reeking jealousy.
Find hidden fire within
And let white light burn it free.

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No Way

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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