April 29, 2016 · 10:10 pm
Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres
Kə-THOO-Loo
–
Or
Did He.
His Brain
Was a
Whirl
of Action.
How to
Save
the Virgin
Priestess
From
the Great
Cult
of Kə-THOO-Loo.
Stripped Bare
With Only
His Savage
Might;
How to
ReClaim
His Lost
Prize,
30 Talons
of Silver
& Lips
Like Red
Wine …
Any More
&
I Would
Have
to Charge
a Dime
#B27321
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March 29, 2016 · 4:03 pm
Waterhouse
Eyes the Color of Suicide Strained.
Lips Blackened From Choking Back Pain.
Crimson Smears That Won’t Wash aWay.
#B27321
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March 19, 2016 · 10:58 pm
Howard Pyle
Shall I
Sing
you
A Song
Of How
Life Begun
Of Chaos
&
the Infinite
Night
Of Loneliness
&
Longing
&
the Desire
To Set
Things
Right
Of Eros
Lust
a Must
To Dive
Deep
Between
Those Hips
Those Velvet
Lips
To Give
your Life
For Just
One Kiss
Bliss
AnyThing
Not to
Miss
the Sun
That Shines
Before
your Eyes
AnyThing
Not
to Wander
Dark
&
Cold
Alone
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September 1, 2015 · 12:46 pm
Howard Pyle
The Twist
was
the Kiss
you Laid
Upon
my Lips
a Subtle
Promise
to Tempt
me
Into
the Abyss
#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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September 24, 2014 · 8:46 pm
Charles Robinson
The Yawning
Tree
Waits
For me
In Pans
Sacred
Wooden
Grove
Playful
Little
Nymphs
Steal
a Kiss
Bright
with Drops
of Blood
Burdened
Down
not Even
Sound
can Escape
my Clenched
Lips
Have their
Way
This they
May
Before
I am
Served
Up
To the
Hole
That Is
His Mouth
#B27321
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