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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December 27, 2016 · 9:24 pm
Howard Pyle
the Pain
&
Shame
of Past
Remains
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Five Senses
That Cry
In
the Night;
the Past’s
Iron Hand
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December 18, 2016 · 1:44 pm
Peter Nicolai Arbo
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January 25, 2016 · 8:52 pm
Speculum Virginum
Temptation
Tempted to Eat the Gun
Every Day
That I a Wake
To the Slum
That Is my Life
To End
That Which
Should
Never
Of Begun
A Mistake
That Makes
me Regret
Who I am
Born to Be
Cast a Side
Left to Die
But I Did Not
Nor
the Many Times
I Threw my Life On the Line
to See
If In Side
Was Real or Fake
I Struggled On
Dreaming Of Steel
to End my Twisted Fate
Wait you Say
Before It Is Too Late
Surely It Is Just Testing
a Crucible
to Bake
a Better Man
That Has to Be the Plan
40 Years of Prison & Pain
of Loss & Never a Gain
& Only I to Blame
Puts That Lie to Shame
When the Entertainment Stops
& It’s Just me
& my
Hollow Hollow Heart
a Hole That I Can Not Stop
Nor Look a Way
From
the Empty Spot
That Captivates me
With What I am Not
my Biggest Sin
Thinking
the Singing Pen
Would Save me From my Plate
a Meal Hard to Swill
Full of Bitterness & Hate
Set In Verse
to Be Read
After
They Pull me From the Hearse
the Ink was Thin
Iron For the Win
to Blot a Way the Stain
That Was my Name
From the Book of Eternal Life
This 38 Will Be my Wife
Her Leaden Kiss
Wedded Bliss
& a Sweet Here After
So you Say
What a Play
If Only a Helping Hand Was Offered
#B27321
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August 31, 2015 · 6:03 pm
William Blake
An Offering
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Lovely, Lovely, Girl
On the Splattered Floor.
Come To me.
The Nine Hells
Have Pledged To me Thee.
By Altar, Sword, & Seal;
Cross the Gulfs & Voids
of Time’s Mortal Stream.
Seer Guide my Hand;
Fate’s Reel.
The Bargain Struck;
Blood, Strife, & Souls To Steal.
Come Forth,
Before the Sacred Stone I Kneel.
First To Take His Brother’s Life.
First To Covet Another’s Wife;
the UnHoly Bride.
Father Of Our Line.
With Serpent’s Kiss
& Lies Upon my Lips.
Inhabit This Shell
& Once Again This Land
Will Feel Steel
& the Iron Will
Of the Master
Down Below.
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Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line
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July 22, 2015 · 2:39 pm
Dollman
The Ink
was Getting
Thin
Like
the Iron
Beneath
the Skin
So
I Had
To
Take
a Break
Contemplate
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June 28, 2015 · 7:21 pm
Howard Pyle
More
–
Wracked
by a Million
Battles;
my Flesh
an Old Sole.
Still I Go,
Searching,
Searching,
For a Mystery
to UnFold.
It Has Lead me
To your Door;
What Pray Tell
Will This Story Hold.
Another Contest of Wills,
So you May Test
the Iron of my Spine.
Ever
It Has Driven me Forth,
Searching,
Searching
For More.
–
Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line
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