June 28, 2015 · 7:21 pm
Howard Pyle
More
–
Wracked
by a Million
Battles;
my Flesh
an Old Sole.
Still I Go,
Searching,
Searching,
For a Mystery
to UnFold.
It Has Lead me
To your Door;
What Pray Tell
Will This Story Hold.
Another Contest of Wills,
So you May Test
the Iron of my Spine.
Ever
It Has Driven me Forth,
Searching,
Searching
For More.
–
Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line
–
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June 24, 2015 · 3:14 pm
New Flag of the Confederate States of America
Confederate Flag
–
Does That Mean
the
Flag
Stands
For the
& Enslavement
Of
the
Man.
–
Don’t Blame
of Man
On
a .
–
I Give you
the New
Rebel Flag
a Little
Black
a Little
White
&
a Whole
Fuckin
Lot
of Grey
–
For Those
That See
Big Government
& Corporate Greed
As a
Real Thing
–
Control
my Friend
Let Not
the Apple
Divert
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June 23, 2015 · 8:16 pm
Envy/Jacob Matham
I Have
Seen
your
Hidden
Face
the One
Full
of Deceit
&
Lies
All Ways
Lurking
In
the Corner
Of your
Eye
Mistakes
No Mirror
Can Find
#B27321
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June 22, 2015 · 3:19 pm
Vincent van Gogh
Even Death
Enjoys
a Cigarette
After
a Job
Well
Done
#B27321
–
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June 21, 2015 · 1:16 pm
Joshua Reynolds
Father’s Day
–
Father
a Word
I Have
Heard
Many Times
Though
the Meaning
Defies me
Or Perhaps
Has
Defined me
For It
Has
Plagued
my Life
Painting
the Canvas
Green
With Jealousy
For
a Life
Never Meant
To be
a Discarded
Seed
a Weed
#B27321
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June 20, 2015 · 5:45 pm
Lorenz Frølich
What
Was It
About
That Single
Blade
of Grass
Like
a Lone
Sword
Waiting
the Coming
Horde
That Speaks
To me
Says
To me
Fight On
Like
a Single
Blade
Against
the Storm
#B27321
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June 19, 2015 · 5:27 pm
Félicien Rops
What Should I Compose
a Story About;
a Loner,
a Woman,
Child,
Dog…
–
How About a Goat,
See; There was a Goat
Walking Down the Street.
Yeah, a Goat
& It Came Up To me
& Asked For a Smoke.
So, I Put One In Its Mouth
& Lit It.
Cause, you Know
Goats
Don’t Have Hands.
Well, If It Did;
That Would be Some Kind
of Freak.
It Stood There Puffing
a Way
& I Must Say
the Most Disconcerting Thing
About the Whole Fray
was Its
Eyes.
I Don’t Know
If you Have Ever Had
a Huge Black Goat
With a Devil’s Pentagram
Branded In Its Fore Head;
Stare At you
With Those Black;
Soul Less
In Humane
Eyes.
Well; If you Have,
Then you Have
a Notion
Of a Very
Startlingly
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June 18, 2015 · 10:44 pm
Gustave Dore
I Sit
a Lone
At
a Table
Round
All Seats
Vacant
the Circle
UnBound
No Friendly
Rivalry
Or Songs
Ribaldry
To Drive
Us On
To Heroic
Deeds
&
Thank
Less
Chivalry
All Lost
In Twilight’s
Fading
Memory
#B27321
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June 17, 2015 · 3:22 pm
Fritz von Wille
So Again
I See
It Is
Just
you
&
me
Two Souls
Cast
a Drift
On
a Silent
Sea
Looking
For
a Spark
to Ignite
the Night
Any Thing
To Make
the Blood
Course
&
Kindle
the Fire
In Side
To ReMind
you
you Are
a Live
#B27321
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June 16, 2015 · 3:10 pm
Morris Meredith Williams
Write
Some Thing
Some Thing
Good
Some Thing
To Define
the Literary
World
So
I Like
Music
&
Melodic
Verse
Like
a Good
Skald
Should
I Care
Not
How
This Path
Ends
For I
Have
the Word
&
She
Comes
Still
#B27321
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