January 30, 2016 · 10:30 pm
Jean-Léon Gérôme
I Think
It
Just Began
When
you Went
to Hold
my Hand
the Plan
With Out
Knowing
the Hierarchy
Of
the Clan
Damn
From
With In
Not
With Out
the Proser
Staff
Have to
Make It
Count
Founded On
Gratitude
&
Chops
Willing to
Get In
the Ring
&
Tackle
Any Thing
That Is
the Song
I Sing
–
Mainly
to Entertain
me
&
Spark
an Interest
In my
Art
May be
Find a
Friend
Make
my Circle
Better
Than
When
I Start
That Is
What
Is In
my Hollow
Hollow
Heart
–
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January 29, 2016 · 8:00 pm
Gustave Dore
& She
Like a Mother
Introduced me To Heather
a Runner
of Back Alleys & Clip Joints
All Dark Eyes
& Gin Soaked Thighs
I Let Her Lead me Down That Hall
& Many More
In Love With the Waste
That Became my Life
The Knife
& Impossible Heists
Were the Dreams I Would Cling To
As the Sodden Sheets
Muffled Our Screams
Mad Dogs
Who Bite
Burning Way
To Bright
Mesmerized
By
the Light
Would we
Find
Death
To Night
#B27321
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January 28, 2016 · 9:09 pm
Waterhouse
Why So
Serious
the Joker
Said
To me
As I
Was Taking
a Pee
Strange
As It
Seems
I Said
Are you
Talking
To me
Laughing
He Turned
Out
the Lights
As He
Went
To Leave
#B27321
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January 27, 2016 · 4:14 pm
François Boucher
Tickle
my Breasts
I Must
Say Yes
Long
In To
the Night
the Twist
&
Turn
Like
the Tide
the Ride
Like
Swimming
For your
Life
–
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January 26, 2016 · 9:21 pm
Henri Meyer
To Make
It
a Platform
to Reach
the Sky
Here Is
a Prose
Idea
a Round
Table
of Professionals
Those
Who
Have Contacts
In Their
Craft
to Push
Us
Past
to Support
&
Mentor
Those
That Keep
the Fire
a Live
a Corner
Stone
to Make
Our Words
Thrive
Champions
So
we May
be Heard
Champions
So
we May
Rule
the Written
World
#B27321
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January 25, 2016 · 8:52 pm
Speculum Virginum
Temptation
Tempted to Eat the Gun
Every Day
That I a Wake
To the Slum
That Is my Life
To End
That Which
Should
Never
Of Begun
A Mistake
That Makes
me Regret
Who I am
Born to Be
Cast a Side
Left to Die
But I Did Not
Nor
the Many Times
I Threw my Life On the Line
to See
If In Side
Was Real or Fake
I Struggled On
Dreaming Of Steel
to End my Twisted Fate
Wait you Say
Before It Is Too Late
Surely It Is Just Testing
a Crucible
to Bake
a Better Man
That Has to Be the Plan
40 Years of Prison & Pain
of Loss & Never a Gain
& Only I to Blame
Puts That Lie to Shame
When the Entertainment Stops
& It’s Just me
& my
Hollow Hollow Heart
a Hole That I Can Not Stop
Nor Look a Way
From
the Empty Spot
That Captivates me
With What I am Not
my Biggest Sin
Thinking
the Singing Pen
Would Save me From my Plate
a Meal Hard to Swill
Full of Bitterness & Hate
Set In Verse
to Be Read
After
They Pull me From the Hearse
the Ink was Thin
Iron For the Win
to Blot a Way the Stain
That Was my Name
From the Book of Eternal Life
This 38 Will Be my Wife
Her Leaden Kiss
Wedded Bliss
& a Sweet Here After
So you Say
What a Play
If Only a Helping Hand Was Offered
#B27321
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January 24, 2016 · 7:45 pm
Howard Pyle
Until Now
I’d Lost
All Hope
Till my
Fingers
Found
your Throat
the Pain
&
Shame
That Has
Made me
This Man
This Man
Who Can
Take
Any Thing
Any Thing
you Throw
From Sewer
to Citadel
has Been
my Fame
As my
Hand
Tightens
I Claim
&
End
your Reign
Poverty
#B27321
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January 23, 2016 · 7:18 pm
Vicente Carducho
Black Book
–
So It Seems,
you Come To me.
After Years of Pain UnTold,
Searching For the Words To Sell my Soul.
Blood & Sacrifice;
the Darkest of Deeds Has Made you Real.
A Bargain To Seal.
Would you Grant my Wish,
Ever Lasting Youth
or Am I to Play the Stooge;
a Blasphemous Fool.
Too Late For Regrets,
the Game Is Screwed.
–
Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line
–
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January 22, 2016 · 4:50 pm
Adolphe de Neuville
To Those
That
With me
I Tried
To
the Flood
–
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