Tag Archives: Flaming

Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Howard Pyle

16 Candles

Flaming Embers

of Pain That Resides

to Blow

Nobody Knows

the Secrets I Hide

Eyes That Shine

To Proud to

As I Crumble Inside

Birthday Years

the Bloody Gears

That Push me To

16 Candles

Where’s the Handle

to Save my Life


Leave a comment

Filed under Posts

Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Francisco Goya

Francisco Goya

your Momma, Obama

His Name Was
your Momma Obama.
Leader of the Muslin Brother Hood,
a Savior Sent to Brutalize Women & Kill Gays.
an Acid Bath or Muzzle Blast was All the Same;
& the Liberals Scream
Let’s Give Them Our Vote.
Fuck the Republic
Give Them Our Throat.
Jihad Is Great.
Jihad Is Good.
Flaming Ruins
Where Palaces Once Stood.
Burn Books, Preach Hate
& Blame me
Cause I Won’t Convert.
Jihad Is Great.
Jihad Is Good.
At Least we Are Not Nailed
to a Piece of Wood.
or Am I Just Miss Under Stood.
Barbarians At the Gate
& you Demand Rape.

I am Just Saying Vet
So we Know What we Get.


Leave a comment

Filed under Prose