October 21, 2018 · 3:48 pm
Howard Pyle
the Media
Is Controlled
by a Certain Few
& They’re
Not you
Just Trace the Ties
& It Will Show
the Lies
That They
Are Leading
Ewe
–
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July 31, 2018 · 12:20 am
Henry Fuseli
–
Stroke
Because
He’s Stroking you
All the Lies
He Thinks your a Buffoon
–
With the Smile
of a
& the Grace
of a
He Danced
Around All the we Held
I’m With Out
He Said
Come Again
–
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April 12, 2018 · 9:45 am
Rafael Flores
Has Crawled
Forth
From
the
Covered
In
Like
a True
Son
Taking Fame
From
Names
but We
Are Wrong
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April 29, 2017 · 10:26 am
Henry Fuseli
Ravioli Knights
–
Infidelity
a Broken Ring,
a Vow
That Means
Nothing Now,
Lies
Like Spread Thighs;
Cottage Cheese For Seasoning.
True
That Should Have Been
Like Glue,
Not
Like Rot
Seven Seasons Dead.
In This Room
I Have Been Held
For the Murders of you
I Thought a Friend
& the Mob Who
Bought It
Trying For my Head.
Just me you See
With a Canned Good
Against you
& Three.
the Misery I With Stood
2 To the Chest
& One Beside the Eye.
Yes,
the 45 Caliber Kind.
to Drain & Die
On This Kitchen Floor
Was Not What I Was Made For.
If I Was to Die
It Was to Be In Battle Sweet
or Between the Legs
of a Lady Riding High.
Not Treachery
Both Foul & Deep.
Luring me With Sex & Song
to the Valley of Sleep;
Having Done
I Went For a Bottle of Beer
& Surprise Who Should I Meet
But 3 Long Shadows
Waiting There For me.
Flash,
Flash,
Flash,
Down I Was InDeed,
Blood Red Agony,
Not a Breath to Breathe,
Pain Bright Dizzying.
Laying There Wondering
If This Was the End For me,
the Vest Had Not Held
& Crimson Was Blossoming.
They Left to Check & See,
To Get the Stuff to Dismantle me.
In the Tub to Bleed
& Then the Cutting;
No, No,
Not For me
As I Slipped Ravioli In a Sock.
First,
I Came to Crush your Skull
my Lovely Little Girl.
Then the Man
Who Came to Gut me Like a Pig
& Then the 2
to Help Move.
It Was Such a Gristly Scene,
Had to Be Burning.
I Will Never Forget
That Night.
Standing Above
Those Broken Things
Screaming Triumphantly
As the Kerosene Burned Bright,
Ravioli Nights
#B27321
–
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June 15, 2016 · 1:29 am
Alessandro Magnasco
Truth,
a Sluice
–
Truth
a Sluice
of Bull
Shit
&
Lies
Not
Some Thing
I Can
Point To
&
Show you
Where
It Hides
the Answers
you Alone
Must Pursue
&
Find
Like
the Universal
Truth
we All
Will
Die
Come Tomorrow
That Too
May Be
a Lie
#B27321
–
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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 13, 2016 · 2:00 am
François Boucher
She
–
It Was
There
In Her
Eyes
Where
my Universe
Lies
#B27321
–
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May 3, 2016 · 3:07 am
Lawrence Alma-Tadema
Rebel
–
Grey
Would Be
the Color
the Color
Of
my Skies
Like
the Uniform
Of Soldiers
Of Soldiers
Sent Off
To Die
Can
I Help
I Feel
For Banners
For Banners
Covered
In Lies
Maybe
It’s Just
the Battle
the Battle
That Cries
Never
Never
Never Will
you Bend
Never
Never
Never Will
you Win
#B27321
–
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August 31, 2015 · 6:03 pm
William Blake
An Offering
–
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.
–
Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line
–
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June 23, 2015 · 8:16 pm
Envy/Jacob Matham
I Have
Seen
your
Hidden
Face
the One
Full
of Deceit
&
Lies
All Ways
Lurking
In
the Corner
Of your
Eye
Mistakes
No Mirror
Can Find
#B27321
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