November 29, 2015 · 7:21 pm
Gustave Dore
It Is
a Hard
Road
to Hoe
the Satisfaction
Must be
In
the Fight
Write
#B27321
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November 28, 2015 · 4:02 am
Howard Pyle
Born Bad
To Be
Pawn
to No
Man
me
&
my
Red Hands
Stand
UnBroken
a Rally
Point
to Those
Who Would
Rather
be Damned
Than Live
Bent
&
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November 25, 2015 · 11:34 pm
Howard Pyle
This
Was
Beyond .
–
The Black
Sun
Blazed
Through me.
–
Burning Out
the
Freeing me.
–
Of
the
That Is
.
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November 22, 2015 · 8:53 pm
Fritz von Wille
Blackened Stone
Broken Bones
Tumbled Thrones
Has All
Led me
Here
From Cairn
To
Head Land
Has Been
my Plight
To
your Door
to Demand
Satisfaction
By
the Sword
Mistletoe
From
the Grove
Has Set
me Right
#B27321
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November 21, 2015 · 5:52 am
Aubrey Beardsley
I Seem
to Travel
Through Time
Between
your Thighs
a Glimpse
Of you
&
I
Further Down
the Line
Though
a Key
Unlocking
Part Of
your Mystery
your Secret
Self
the Mask
Ripped Off
I Just
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November 10, 2015 · 11:39 am
I
Make
an
Lend me
Some
Cast
a
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Thomas Cole
A Hundred Words
–
A Hundred Words
It Must Be
you Said To me.
What to Pull From my Head
to Fill This Thread.
Since Word Count
Is Pressed Upon Thee,
Thy Enemy.
Let’s See
What Will Flee
From This Starving Mind.
Story Time
& I Can Not Find
a Thing to Fill This Blank Page.
I Try to Rhyme
Making It Harder Still.
Hoping the Flow
Will Help me To the Goal,
Still my Skill Falters
& a Hundred Words
Looms Like a Prison Gate.
I Roll my Shoulders,
Crack my Neck & Smile.
Glad to See
I Still Got What It Takes.
#B27321
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November 4, 2015 · 10:00 pm
James Torrance
Sword
&
Board
Has Been
my Life
my Wife
Through
Count Less
Hardships
Odin
Calls
To me
One More
Test
&
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