January 24, 2018 · 9:48 pm
Howard Pyle
Circles
–
Things I Have Seen
In Drug Induced Dreams.
the Parting Of the Veil.
Could This Be Real.
I Knew you Were to Die
I Saw you Go Bye.
Not a Word Did you Speak
As you Slipped Into Sleep,
But I Saw In your Eyes
Some Thing That Haunts me InSide.
Maybe It Was Just Don’t Be Afraid
or Life Is More Than It Looks,
But I Can Not Decipher That Stare.
So When the Phone Call Came
It Rang & It Rang
& Sang of Decay.
I Was Not Surprised
Just Misty Eyed.
Though Nights When I am Alone
I Try to Break That Code,
But I Find
I Am Too Simple of Mind
& It
Falls Further From my Hand.
Maybe It Was Just the Mystery
I Needed to See
to Spur me On
to Greater Deeds.
I Do Not Know,
I Question So,
Circles Go
#B27321
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April 3, 2017 · 4:51 pm
Howard Pyle
Rejection; Depression
–
Rejection
a Word
I Know
All too Well,
a Word
That Has Burned a Hole;
Marked my Soul.
Driven me To be a Lone.
Never to Know Home,
to Own Nothing,
But Scars I Can Not Hide;
That Multiply
With Each Passing Day.
They Weigh One After Another;
Suffer.
That Is the Bread I Break,
the Ache
of Never a Praise
or a Raise
to Lift me a Moment
From my Torment.
my Eyes Search
For Why
This Has to Be my Fate
& May Be
I Cry
Just a Little
When I Remember
It Is Too Late,
To Begin a New;
to Bloom.
So I Huddle In my Covers
& Dream Dreams of Death.
For I Have Not the Courage Yet,
to Die;
Sublime
& In my Mind
I Find
Depression At Its Best,
a Laughing Joke,
Another Poke;
That I am Neither a Live or Dead
Just Shambling Through
One More Room
In This Tomb
I Call Life
& I Wonder To my Self
Could This Be a Test;
Then I Smile;
Liar.
Don’t Bother Trying
It Will End
Just Like the Rest.
So Don’t Sit & Fret.
It Can’t Be Met,
Perhaps It’s Time
to Rile Up
the Demons In your Breast;
To Summon Up
All the Angst & Hate
& Serve Them Up a Bitter Plate
Rife With Gun & Knife.
So They May Share
the Loss That Is my Life.
These Are the Things
That Swirl Through my Brain,
That Drive me InSane;
Red,
Raw,
Murder.
Shall I Take your Hand
ForSake This Land
or Am I too Weak,
Another Loss I Think.
Another Rejection
to Add to my List of Depression,
a Debilitating Disease
That Will Have you On your Knees.
Not Good For a Thing
That Is How It Has me
With Out
Hope
#B27321
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April 21, 2016 · 8:26 pm
Fulchran-Jean Harriet
Hello Pete
–
Go Down
the Street
&
Call me
From
a Pay
Phone
you Know
the Plan
10 Before
& 10
After
On Demand
Take
the Money
To
the Mortuary
&
Place It
In the
Urn
InSide
you Will
Find
a Card
With Some
Words
Fuck Up
These Directions
& It
Will Be
your Turn
#B27321
–
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December 9, 2015 · 2:32 pm
Eugène Delacroix
Leighton’s Projector
–
I Have Done It.
I Have Created the Projector,
a Portal to Another Dimension.
X
or What Ever the Inhabitants
of This Hellish World,
the Shadow People Call It.
Long Have I Fought
These Delusions of a Fragmented Mind.
Now,
They Will Find
That my Insanity was No Laughter.
That These Were the Demons
That Escaped the Chest,
Till Only Hope was Left.
These Were the Maladies,
Our Second Selves.
All Our Fears & Self Loathing,
Like Diseased Bags In the Wind.
Purge This Land
Till Only God Man Is Left Standing,
We can Win.
–
Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line
–
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October 4, 2014 · 3:16 pm
Andreas Achenbach
Fjord
Of my
Father
my Blood
I Offer
To Ride
the Dragon
Ships
Once
Again
To Know
the Whale
Road
As Of
Old
Not the
White
Liar
Odin
I Call
On
Thee
#B27321
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September 25, 2014 · 6:26 pm
Yule Logs
a Call
to Arms
&
a Red
Feast
Broken
Bodies
Of my
Brothers
In Heaps
I Alone
Remain
to See
This
Butchers
Bill
Paid
So the
Faces
In my
Head
may Sleep
&
the
Voices
That have
Troubled me
For so
Long
Cease
to Speak
#B27321
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June 11, 2014 · 9:50 pm
N. C. Wyeth
–
The Original
for me.
my Bride.
I think
I may
have to
Write
a Short
Featuring
that Sword.
–
my Bride
Through Time.
–
I Found
This
Black Blade
In the House
of my Father
Neglected
all most
Hidden ……
–
She Had Gone
Through
Many Names
But the One
I would
Come
to Call
Her ……
–
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June 5, 2014 · 2:50 pm
Gustave Dore
Amra
Stands
Before
the
Man
they
Call
the
Mountain
Sword
&
Board
Blood
&
Bone
The Lion
Roars
Splitting
Helm
&
Brigandine
to the
Knee
Strike
my
Shield
I will
Meet
Thee
Said
He
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