March 31, 2015 · 3:52 pm
Thomas Cole
Stone & Steel
on To
the Temple
of Hephaestus;
What Glory a Waits me,
Forlorn Son
of Past Noble Deeds.
OnWard
to the Treasures
Only I Could Steal,
Past Gorges & Ravines.
Through Withering Heights
I Followed This Dream,
Minerva’s Steed.
No Earthly Things Did I See,
Only Cold, HardShip & Depravity;
Till I Reached That Crystal
Cavern of Old.
The Lame God
was Depicted In Many Scenes,
the Love of Fire & Forge
& That
Which I did Seek;
His Crowning Achievement
the Star Sword;
Aphrodite’s Bane;
Aries’ Whore.
What I Wonder
Will Bar my Door
From This & More.
In Answer Blood was Spilt;
Mine.
For That Steel Clad Creature
Had None I Could Find.
Brazen Brass Bull,
my Blade
a Tiny Broken Thing.
Sharp Fingers Rend Flesh,
Curses Give Way to Screams
At the Test
of Metal Against Muscle.
Plunging the Pommel
Through One
of Its Fiery
Red Orbs;
Kicking Out with Both Feet.
Thrusting It & Much of me;
For the Talons Still Did Cling
to Pieces of me,
From the Shelf
Where we Did Battle.
In To the Fire
That Did Ring us In
Before a Bridge.
Where I Once Again
Took Up my Plight,
For I Saw No Way
It Could Survive
Or Climb the Black Night
That Had Swallowed
the Guardian
of the Crypt.
–
Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line.
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March 29, 2015 · 4:49 pm
Anger/Jacques Callot
Shattered
Is What
you Would
Have of
me
your UnWanted
Son
He Who
Should
Never Be
That Is
the Reflection
I See
Remembering
Brings
the Wolf
That Feeds
B27321
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March 21, 2015 · 3:43 pm
Eduard Kasparides
World
Poetry
Day
–
an Ode
to Poetry
On This
Most Holy
Day
the Song
Screams
&
the Pen
Bleeds
Words
Stream
Bright
as Arterial
Blood
to Grip
&
Make
you Feel
the Pain
That Is
O’ So
Real
a Poet’s
Tears
#B27321
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March 20, 2015 · 12:22 pm
Menzel
This
Wooden
Puppet
Clothed
In the
Flesh
Of my
Father
a Small
Pecan
Nut
of Death
Fitting
Eulogy
For the
Sins
He Made
me Commit
#B27321
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March 18, 2015 · 8:07 pm
Gustave Dore
Seeking
Answers
I Had
Come
To
the Home
of Hell’s
Sad
Heroes
Those
That Thought
To Cheat
the Angel’s
of Their
Glory
To Raise
Questioning
Eyes
Why
Theirs
was To
Be the
Folly
of Throwing
Off
the Yoke
Of
a Tyrant
Most
Holy
#B27321
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March 7, 2015 · 7:34 am
Gustave Dore
That Is
How
the Song
Begun
of Blood
&
Bone
Lies
To get
you Home
&
Carve
the Flesh
From
your Pretty
Face
Devastate
Death
Pieces
of Eight
Dirty
Girl
#B27321
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March 5, 2015 · 3:57 pm
Bouguereau
Brooding
Over
Inner Misery
Dark Dreams
Things No
Axe
May Cleave
Her Mind
Sings
With the
Sound
of Sword
&
Steel
Sorrow’s
Shield
#B27321
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March 4, 2015 · 1:49 pm
Gustave Dore
Staring
In To
the Hole
That Holds
your Soul
the Loss
Strikes me
Never
to Hear
Those
Words
Again
my Wife
my Friend
#B27321
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March 2, 2015 · 7:01 pm
Fritz von Wille
the Sun
Lights
my Way
Down
This Red
&
Gold
Path
Past
Black
Past
Trials
of Sword
&
Deed
the Door
Opens
For me
Memories
a Forgotten
Thing
The Clearing
Sings
The Yawning
Tree
#B27321
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