April 24, 2017 · 6:49 am
The Pilgrim’s Progress
Adversary of Man
–
you Ask
What
the Devil
Means
to me
Why
He Is
me
& I
be He
Since
I First
Felt
Want
or Desire
All Those
Things
That Make
me Less
Than
I Could
be
the Adversary
of Man
I am
the Second
Side
of my
Hand
the Loss
of Hope
–
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March 31, 2017 · 6:13 pm
Howard Pyle
New; Knew
–
I Don’t Know If Its New,
But I Do Know It Was New To me;
Nor Had I Ever Heard
Such a Thing Described To me.
For I Don’t Believe
They Are From This World or Any Other.
Demons Ripped From Another Dimension;
Nightmares Rendered Real.
Crazy I Know.
That Is Why I am Writing This,
Because Only On Paper
Can I UnLeash
This Torrent of Conflicting Emotion.
To Try To Make Some Sense of It,
To UnBurden my Mind,
Because Sex & Drink
Just Doesn’t Make It.
the First Time
I Was Drifting Through Some Southern Towns
& I Came Upon It,
In a Glass Case;
a Human Brain
With Filaments
Like Spiders’
Legs
& It Spoke To me,
In my Brain of Its Need to ImPregnate me.
I Escaped & Returned to Kill It
& Its Keeper.
Once Again
When I Was Working
As a Carny In a Run Down Town,
I Dealt Death to Another
In the Visage of An InSane Clown.
Nothing In the News Papers,
No Bounty On my Head;
I Know I Killed Them;
I Know Their Dead.
I Don’t Want to Go Back;
I Don’t Know If I Should.
Scared,
Edgy,
Shot Gun By the Bed;
Crazy,
MayBe;
I Can’t Get Them Out Of my Head.
I Can’t Stay I Have To Go.
Wait;
What Was That,
a Knock On the Door.
#B27321
–
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January 28, 2017 · 10:46 pm
Waterhouse
Stranger
–
Stranger,
What Is Stranger
Than Looking
In to the Eyes
of a Man
you Will Never Meet.
a Wooden Effigy
of a Man
Meant to Save me.
Save me,
From What
a World Gone Mad
From Lust & Spite.
From Religions
Screaming Kill, Kill, Kill,
In the Dead of Night.
From Politicians
Who Want
to Control my Every Right.
Stranger,
What Is Stranger
Than the T.V. Blasting Media
to Make me Number & Dumber
Than Ever Before.
Till I am So Scared
of a Quite Mind
That Constant
Stimulation
& Instant Gratification
Has Drove me Nuts.
Stranger,
Staring In to the Eyes
of a Freak,
a Man Who Thinks
He Can Be Free.
That Shackles & Prison
Don’t Mean a Thing.
That Broken Wings Can Fly.
Stranger, That Man Is me,
the Mirror Reflecting
Till Cracks
Are All I See.
Stranger, Stranger, Stranger,
the Stranger Is me.
Cut Off From the World,
Till my Soul Screams
For Human Touch,
But Strangers, Strangers,
Are All I See.
Strangers to the Pain & Tough,
Strangers When we Know
we Die a Lone.
What Is Stranger
Than Forcing my Mind & Thoughts
In to 200 Word Counts,
to Appease
my Greed & your Need.
#B27321
–
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December 17, 2016 · 2:34 am
Howard Pyle
Knight
–
the Lines
I Write
Often Filled
With #Spite
Does Not
Make Them
Any Less
#Right
Just Things
I #Say
To
Make me
Feel
#Gay
& Get
you
All
Up Tight
–
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July 14, 2016 · 6:07 am
Paul Merwart
Ode
–
An Ode
to Prose
If
I May
Be So
Bold
What
To Say
To Make
my Words
Weigh
Since
Word Count
&
Bubble Gum
Is Not
my Art
I Prefer
Things
Aimed At
the Heart
What you
Could Do
Is Run
Down
my Spool
Some Moments
It Would
Cost
#B27321
–
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April 17, 2016 · 10:28 pm
Howard Pyle
Gangsta Wood
–
you
Make me
Smile
With
your Ire;
you Won’t
Make me
Change
my Stance
Not a
Chance.
I am
Solid
In
the Power
Of
my Pen,
Another Win.
Try To
Hide It
In
a Pile
Or
Mire;
Liar,
It Is
Fire.
Jump Up
&
Down,
Dance Around,
you
Can Not
Escape
the Pyre.
Savage Tunes
From
a Burning
Lyre
my One
Desire;
Sired
#B27321
–
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April 17, 2016 · 12:11 am
Alessandro Magnasco
Distort
–
Distort
my #Art
Make It
About
What It’s
Not
Find Fault
In #Words
That Have
Pierced
Your
#Hollow
Hollow
Heart
#B27321
–
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April 5, 2016 · 10:38 pm
Howard Pyle
my Pub, Bub
–
This Is What I Want To Hear, Bub.
After All It Is my Pub.
Some Danzig, Doro, & W.A.S.P.
Throw In Some Papa Roach & Motorhead.
Hell Some Maiden & Metallica To Keep It InSane
& Let Us Not Forget
Our Good Friend Mustaine.
Things To Make you Feel the Rub
& Pull Back a Bloody Nub.
#B27321
–
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March 31, 2016 · 7:46 pm
Peter Nicolai Arbo
–
the Freedom
to #Be
me.
–
–
Hope
That #Things
Will
Change.
–
to Make
#What
we Dream.
–
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March 29, 2016 · 1:08 am
Howard Pyle
140
–
140 Characters
Is my
Stage
Do not
Rage
About
the Limits
Of
a Page
But
Make
your Words
More
Meaning Full
Sage
I Say
To you
Dismiss
the Cage
–
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