February 9, 2018 · 6:18 am
Conan
Savage
–
Savage
you Call me
Raised From Primordial Slime
Savage
Because I Won’t Betray my Kind
Savage
Because I Stand Before you Sword & Steel
Savage
Because I Break your Bones For Meal
Savage
Better To Be Beast Than Men
Savage
Look Into the Eyes you Kill
Savage
to Stand Alone Upon the Hill
Savage
Is my Will
#B27321
–
Inspired
By the Art
of #Rubus
Because
#Rubus #Rocks
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March 11, 2017 · 2:32 pm
Jean-Léon Gérôme
How Much
–
Fukushima Was the Beginning Of the End,
the Radiation Seeping Into Our Oceans;
Causing Mutations & InSanity;
From Fish to Man.
Driving Them to Feast On the UnInfected;
a World Damned.
I Still Dream Of the Food Riots,
When we Could No Longer Eat From the Sea.
the Crashing & Burning of Cities;
Parents Eating Kids.
Cops Going Door to Door
Rounding People Up For the Cattle Camps,
the Old & Sick Shot
& Cooked In the Street.
How I Survived Still Mystifies,
aLone & Not One Friend;
All Ways Running,
Running For the Hills.
So Many Things Have I Done
& the Things I Know I Will Do
Just To Survive Another Setting Sun.
How Many Lives Must I Take
to Pay For Mine.
#B27321
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June 15, 2016 · 1:29 am
Alessandro Magnasco
Truth,
a Sluice
–
Truth
a Sluice
of Bull
Shit
&
Lies
Not
Some Thing
I Can
Point To
&
Show you
Where
It Hides
the Answers
you Alone
Must Pursue
&
Find
Like
the Universal
Truth
we All
Will
Die
Come Tomorrow
That Too
May Be
a Lie
#B27321
–
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June 12, 2016 · 1:16 pm
Paul Stade
Cold, Maybe So
–
you are
Alone
Trust
a Broken
Bone
Cold
Maybe So
But
When you
Are There
Sitting In
the Chair
After
They Have
Shaved
you Bare
Who Shall
Take
your Place
Fate
you Are
On
your Own
&
It Is
Written
In Stone
That you
Have
to Deal
With
the Past
you’ve Made
Sit
as Though
On
a Throne
Knowing
In
your Home
Nothing
Was Fake
#B27321
–
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March 19, 2016 · 10:58 pm
Howard Pyle
Shall I
Sing
you
A Song
Of How
Life Begun
Of Chaos
&
the Infinite
Night
Of Loneliness
&
Longing
&
the Desire
To Set
Things
Right
Of Eros
Lust
a Must
To Dive
Deep
Between
Those Hips
Those Velvet
Lips
To Give
your Life
For Just
One Kiss
Bliss
AnyThing
Not to
Miss
the Sun
That Shines
Before
your Eyes
AnyThing
Not
to Wander
Dark
&
Cold
Alone
–
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March 16, 2016 · 8:34 pm
Français
Prose
–
It Is
HeartBreaking
to See
How Gay
your Entries
are
Compared
To me
If you
Do Not
Believe
Come Read
–
I Had
To Breathe;
So Take
as It
Reads.
Heart Breaking
To me;
Bull Shit
to Thee.
The Flip
& Toss,
All
or Loss
–
In
the End
we All
Die Alone;
So Yeah
In a
Sense
It’s me
Against
the World,
Twitter
Is Just
an Easy
Way
to Get
In Touch.
Gay
Just Works
In the
Play
of Words.
Really Though,
I Dare
to Compare
my Work
Against All;
Stands
not Fall
–
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