The writings of Hunter Coch

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The Woman

The woman, she moves;

Dancing to oblivion

Into the lost nights.

The dance is enlightenment,

Unintentional gnosis.

The woman, she moves;

A ritual dance between

Darkness, light, and life,

Ritual and death, motion,

Inebriated gnosis.

The woman, she moves;

Primal movement, a dark trance,

Writhing ecstasy.

Movement into living death.

Dancing into the gnosis.

The woman, she moves; rapture.

The woman, she moves . . . Gnosis.

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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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I See You

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I see you through the window of a whiskey bottle,
I see you through the red lights,
I see you through the smoke of inebriation,
I see you through the drunken revelry,
I see you through the pain,
I see you through the dancing masses,
I see you through the delirium,
I see you through the empty sounds,
I see you through the loss,
I see you through the endless possibilities,
I see you through the end of time.


Sermon

Preaching the word of inebriation,

For they are the living and the lost

Seekers of comfort.

For they shine In the night

Falling when the sun rises.

They are the Wanderers in the streets

Reveling in the shining and radiant filth.

Sipping the sinner’s delight.

The cities twilight.