April 29, 2017 · 10:26 am
Henry Fuseli
Ravioli Knights
–
Infidelity
a Broken Ring,
a Vow
That Means
Nothing Now,
Lies
Like Spread Thighs;
Cottage Cheese For Seasoning.
True
That Should Have Been
Like Glue,
Not
Like Rot
Seven Seasons Dead.
In This Room
I Have Been Held
For the Murders of you
I Thought a Friend
& the Mob Who
Bought It
Trying For my Head.
Just me you See
With a Canned Good
Against you
& Three.
the Misery I With Stood
2 To the Chest
& One Beside the Eye.
Yes,
the 45 Caliber Kind.
to Drain & Die
On This Kitchen Floor
Was Not What I Was Made For.
If I Was to Die
It Was to Be In Battle Sweet
or Between the Legs
of a Lady Riding High.
Not Treachery
Both Foul & Deep.
Luring me With Sex & Song
to the Valley of Sleep;
Having Done
I Went For a Bottle of Beer
& Surprise Who Should I Meet
But 3 Long Shadows
Waiting There For me.
Flash,
Flash,
Flash,
Down I Was InDeed,
Blood Red Agony,
Not a Breath to Breathe,
Pain Bright Dizzying.
Laying There Wondering
If This Was the End For me,
the Vest Had Not Held
& Crimson Was Blossoming.
They Left to Check & See,
To Get the Stuff to Dismantle me.
In the Tub to Bleed
& Then the Cutting;
No, No,
Not For me
As I Slipped Ravioli In a Sock.
First,
I Came to Crush your Skull
my Lovely Little Girl.
Then the Man
Who Came to Gut me Like a Pig
& Then the 2
to Help Move.
It Was Such a Gristly Scene,
Had to Be Burning.
I Will Never Forget
That Night.
Standing Above
Those Broken Things
Screaming Triumphantly
As the Kerosene Burned Bright,
Ravioli Nights
#B27321
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January 28, 2017 · 10:46 pm
Waterhouse
Stranger
–
Stranger,
What Is Stranger
Than Looking
In to the Eyes
of a Man
you Will Never Meet.
a Wooden Effigy
of a Man
Meant to Save me.
Save me,
From What
a World Gone Mad
From Lust & Spite.
From Religions
Screaming Kill, Kill, Kill,
In the Dead of Night.
From Politicians
Who Want
to Control my Every Right.
Stranger,
What Is Stranger
Than the T.V. Blasting Media
to Make me Number & Dumber
Than Ever Before.
Till I am So Scared
of a Quite Mind
That Constant
Stimulation
& Instant Gratification
Has Drove me Nuts.
Stranger,
Staring In to the Eyes
of a Freak,
a Man Who Thinks
He Can Be Free.
That Shackles & Prison
Don’t Mean a Thing.
That Broken Wings Can Fly.
Stranger, That Man Is me,
the Mirror Reflecting
Till Cracks
Are All I See.
Stranger, Stranger, Stranger,
the Stranger Is me.
Cut Off From the World,
Till my Soul Screams
For Human Touch,
But Strangers, Strangers,
Are All I See.
Strangers to the Pain & Tough,
Strangers When we Know
we Die a Lone.
What Is Stranger
Than Forcing my Mind & Thoughts
In to 200 Word Counts,
to Appease
my Greed & your Need.
#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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April 25, 2016 · 9:40 pm
Erik Werenskiold
Broken Heart
–
What
Do you
Love
the Most
Now Take
a Hammer
&
Torch
you Feel
That Lump
Deep Down
In your
Throat
That Says
No
I Don’t
Wanna
I’ll Choke
you Know
That
If It
Happens
To Break
It Will
Never
Go Back
the Same
&
the Pain
Will
All Ways
Remain
#B27321
–
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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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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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