April 22, 2018 · 8:31 pm
Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres
Maybe
It’s
Truth
Has No
It Cuts
All Who
–
–
=
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April 14, 2018 · 2:03 pm
Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres
–
–
or
Is Lost
the Only
That Hasn’t
Been
–
–
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February 4, 2018 · 8:53 pm
Henry Fuseli
Last Chance/
the Great Expanse
–
50 Words
of Sci/Fi
Lie
of Distant Moons
&
the Shadows They Cast
of Humanity
&
Legends of the Lost Past
Savior From the Heaven
Save us We Ask
Divinities Children
Spoiled Brats
We Who Woke In a Garden of Eden
Turned to Ash
Last Chance
Countless Planets
the Expanse
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April 11, 2017 · 11:16 pm
Howard Pyle
Mickey’s Christmas Hit Men
–
Empire
–
Walt
is your
Daddy
&
Mickey
has Come
to Collect
#B27321
–
Mickey Is
What He’s All Ways Been
a Hit Man
For the Disney Mob.
Whether He’s Playing
the Pencil Pushing Hapless Scribe;
Meek & Needy,
So Poor He Doesn’t Have a Dime
or As an Enforcer
For the King of Crime.
He Was Working
For Ebenezer
the Richest Duck
In All the Land
& to Get the Money
for Walt
He Had a Devious Plan.
Drive That Scrooge
to InSanity
With Pity & ReMorse
at All the Dirty Deeds
That Have Bloodied
His Red Hands,
Because you See
Wealth
Was the Source
of All His Wicked Pride.
Forcing All the Children
to Work For Him
Not Disney
In His Hellish Mine,
Starving
as They Worked
Cannibalism
Would Break Out
From Time to Time.
Laughing At the Shillings
He Would Save
When the Killings
Began Again
Maybe Even
This Very Day.
Did He Reminisce
About the Many Rivals
He Had Killed
aLong His Long Black Past.
Namely,
That Goofy Jacob Marley
He Garroted
With His Own Two Fists
or That Whore
He Loved
Named Daisy
Who Gave Him
a Horrible Fit
of the Drip
& How About
When He Sold His Soul
to the Agent of Satan;
the Mighty Mr. Toad.
Who He Killed Out of Envy
to Gain the Formers Role
to Live As Long As Ever
If He Never Lost Control.
He Had Minnie
& Timmy
& Even the Giant Willie
to Help Him Carry Out
His Evil Scheme
to Put That Duck Through the Ringer
& Squeeze Out Every Thing.
For Only Two Choices
Does He Have
Visit Him
With Three Dark Sins
or Put Him In a Can.
#B27321
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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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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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January 24, 2016 · 7:45 pm
Howard Pyle
Until Now
I’d Lost
All Hope
Till my
Fingers
Found
your Throat
the Pain
&
Shame
That Has
Made me
This Man
This Man
Who Can
Take
Any Thing
Any Thing
you Throw
From Sewer
to Citadel
has Been
my Fame
As my
Hand
Tightens
I Claim
&
End
your Reign
Poverty
#B27321
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September 28, 2015 · 5:23 pm
Edmund Blair Leighton
Loss
I Have
Lost
Many Things
But
you Are
What Clings
To my
Mind
Trailing Fingers
of Fickle
Time
Shadows
of Sun
Shine
#B27321
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September 25, 2015 · 6:52 pm
Mattia Preti
Chained
Bound
Held Beneath
your Bitter
Claw
the Dreams
&
Heights
Soar
Above
Not I
No
Not I
my Lost
Love
#B27321
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June 18, 2015 · 10:44 pm
Gustave Dore
I Sit
a Lone
At
a Table
Round
All Seats
Vacant
the Circle
UnBound
No Friendly
Rivalry
Or Songs
Ribaldry
To Drive
Us On
To Heroic
Deeds
&
Thank
Less
Chivalry
All Lost
In Twilight’s
Fading
Memory
#B27321
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