October 14, 2018 · 6:47 pm
Gustave Dore
Dragons
of Krynn
Wurm’s
of Sin
the Dark Queen’s
Sordid Git
Stars Fall
Constellations Worth
to Fight & Die
& Then Transport
This World Dies
Rebirth
the Struggle Continues
For the Just
For We Are All Flawed
& Chaos Must
Fall Before
a Kender’s Lust
the Child
That Never Dies
Still Lives
Behind Our Eyes
the Twinkle
of Mischief
What’s Behind
the Next Sun Rise
( the Jewel That Cried )
#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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September 26, 2017 · 4:14 pm
Howard Pyle
Silent Reign
–
Silence
How
It
Reigns
a Rain
of Pain
to Cut
Furrows
In
the Hardest
Heart
the Stain
Of
the Grave
Holding Us
a Part
Putrid Flesh
That
Will Never
Heat
With Love
Again
Coffin Wood
Is Now
your Bed
my Dear
&
my Words
I Fear
you
Will Never
Hear
Just
the EndLess
Wait
to Join
your Side
the Reply
To you
& I
Never Separate
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April 3, 2017 · 4:51 pm
Howard Pyle
Rejection; Depression
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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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February 1, 2017 · 4:09 am
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
Hurrah,
Hurrah.
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.
#B27321
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Disclaimer
I am Just Saying Vet
So we Know What we Get.
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August 10, 2016 · 9:34 pm
Arthur Rackham
Blade Dancer
–
Blade Dancing
a Form
of Dueling
With Bladed
Gauntlets
First Blood
Or
Death
you Heard
It Said
To Right
Wrongs
Or
Prove
you’re
the Best
a Circle
In
the Sand
No Arms
Or
Armor
Just Blades
For Hands
#B27321
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June 9, 2016 · 12:25 pm
William Etty
Nothing
–
Nothing
Because
There’s
Nothing More
to Take
Just
Heart Ache
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May 30, 2016 · 3:01 am
Waterhouse
Sight
–
Armor Can Not Hide
the Cracks & Lies I Find, In Mind
Just Flies & a Rind
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May 19, 2016 · 7:02 am
Gustave Dore
For you
–
Lost
Love
a Tale
of Woe
This Is
What
Screams
To me
For you
my Lyre
Would Sing
&
I
Would Go
Down Deep
To
the Very
King
&
Melt
His
Icy Throne
Just
To Taste
your Sweet
Skin
Once
More
#B27321
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May 10, 2016 · 12:44 am
Antonio da Correggio
Jade
–
my First
Love
I Would
Like
To Say
a Girl
but
That Is
Just
a Whirl
of Heart
Break
&
Emotion
me
No me
That
Is Not
the Answer
Words
Possibly
They Could
Fill
the Void
I am
Lacking
It’s Been
Hard
Not Gay
This Twisted
Bed
I’ve Made
&
I Don’t
Think
I’ve
Ever
Laid
my Heart
Before
a Door
you See
Jade
Will Suffer
No More
#B27321
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