August 31, 2018 · 7:53 pm
Waterhouse
I Reach Out my Hand
& you Just Turn aWay
Tell me Again
About the American Way
&
Does It Taste the Same
Turning your Head
Just Fills my Grave
Little Ewes
Are you Going to Behave
& Become True Cowards
This Very Day
–
you Talk
All This
I’m Calling It
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August 12, 2018 · 5:19 am
Battle of Auray
Silver & Fire
Have Saved my Soul
In a Cavern of Old
a Pirates Treasure
to Fill Publius’s Ledger
Ole Bloody Tranicos
I Crossed the Door
& Was Sure
That I Would Have to Die
No Human Hand or Iron Band
Could Pierce That Demon’s Hide
I Had to Use
Forgotten Lore
Held Deep With In my Mind
to Show
a Savage Soul
Equal to My Size
#B27321
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August 3, 2018 · 1:19 am
The Story of the Greatest Nations
Hordes of Death
Have Not Stopped me Yet
I a Cimmerian Son
From the Somber Land
of Steel & Bloodied Hand
a Beautiful Slave my Queen
She Who Set me Free
& Allowed me to Be
the King That I am
a Ruler of the Land
Noble Just & Right
a Lion & His Wife
#B27321
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July 1, 2018 · 3:13 pm
Christian Mølsted
—Aim—Less—
–
I Like The R.S. Aimless
(Royal Class Space Ship)
Maybe In the End
It’s All About the Ship.
(Circle)
& How It Brought Together
All These People
Like This Group
So After All It Was Not Aimless.
Bonds Forged & All That Jazz.
–
The Legend of The Seven Serpents:
From The Egg of Nothing
Came & Sprang
The Dragons of Creation …
They Poured Their Souls
Into The 7 Known Races
Before the Coming of Man
That Was
Now
He Has a Hand to Play
Sunder the Worlds
or One Great Nation
All They Left Behind
Were Dragon Scales
Pieces of Power
They Have Yet to UnFold
Myths & Legends
& Stories UnTold
Will Man
Be The Piece
That Has Been Missing
So Long
So Begins
Our Tale
(of Forgotten Lore)
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March 14, 2018 · 10:02 am
Frazetta
#Frazetta
the Man
the Myth
the Magic
That Guided His Hand
Transported me
to Distant Lands
Who Made me Dream
Dreams
of I Can
Like His Grim Dark Heroes
Beckoning me Beneath the Covers
to Gain the Love of a Queen
a Love So Clean
Through Time & Space I Would Come
to Throw my Life at Her Feet
or
the Greatest Man Ever Made
a Man of Bestial Breed
Who Toppled Kingdoms
a Lion of the Sea
#B27321
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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 24, 2017 · 6:49 am
The Pilgrim’s Progress
Adversary of Man
–
you Ask
What
the Devil
Means
to me
Why
He Is
me
& I
be He
Since
I First
Felt
Want
or Desire
All Those
Things
That Make
me Less
Than
I Could
be
the Adversary
of Man
I am
the Second
Side
of my
Hand
the Loss
of Hope
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April 6, 2017 · 5:56 am
Spencer Stanhope
Crimson Queen
–
Satan; Adversary,
Lucifer; Morning Star,
but She was Older much Older.
Older Than the Castrating Cult
of the Great Mother;
Cybele,
She Was the Oldest
& Greatest of Gods,
She Was Eros;
Desire,
the Crimson Queen.
& We,
my Family & I
Have Served Her
Since Man
First Crawled From the Wild.
We Who Have Suckled From Her Tit.
Who Have Known Her
As Pandora
& Again
As Eve.
We Were There
When the Walls of Troy Fell
& Again
When We Pierced the White Gods Side.
We Are the Ones
Said to Wear the Mark;
the Mark of Cain;
the Spear
& to This Day
We Are Still Known
As the Sons of the Dragon.
Yes,
Even He
of the Impaling Fist
Served Her;
Her
Blood Red Bliss.
She Who Came to Us
When the Moon Was Swollen,
Swollen With Sin
& Desire
Desire
Like Fire.
a Fire to Sear your Soul
& Strip your Sanity.
Bacchanalian Rites
of the Blackest Kind,
Orgies
of Mutilation & Murder.
She Would Stroll Through
Some Times Stopping
to Touch a Subjects Head.
As Her Worshippers
Offered Up Their Bloody Sacrifices;
Dripping Mangled Manhood.
Blood Wine
Heaped With Herbs
of the Darkest Sort,
Flesh of the Fallen;
Man,
Beast,
or Child;
Was the Feast We Had.
Screams of Agony & Ecstasy
In the Torch Light,
the Scarlet Flames Illuminating
Hellish Flickering Scenes
of Satanic Night.
She Covered In the Blood of the Devout,
Licking Her Fingers
Bouncing About
All Eyes & Thighs,
Tits & Ass.
Tonight I Was to Receive my Birth Right.
Ouroboros; the Snake Circle,
So Driven by Desire
It Eats Its Own Tail;
to Take the Place of my Father,
I the Oldest Surviving Son In an UnBroken Line
Since Life Began.
I to Sit Upon Her Left Side
& He
to Cross Over
& Serve Her In Her Own Land;
Hand Picked Children
In the Image
of Lillith.
#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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December 27, 2016 · 9:24 pm
Howard Pyle
the Pain
&
Shame
of Past
Remains
–
Five Senses
That Cry
In
the Night;
the Past’s
Iron Hand
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