October 25, 2018 · 4:54 pm
Thomas Cole
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September 13, 2018 · 12:02 am
William Holman Hunt & Edward Robert Hughes
Forgotten Fields
of Rotting Meat
Yes
my Friend
a Gristly Feast
a Feast
Fit For a Beast
As I Search For the Yeast
To Get This Party
Started Over Again
I Know
Maybe I am Mad
As I Reach For my Sire’s Secret
How to Re Animate the Damned
Arkham
Where It Began
to Find my Father’s Friend
& the Serum of Power
to Set me Over the Dias of Man
Modern Day Prometheus
or Lucifer
I am
#B27321
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July 1, 2018 · 3:13 pm
Christian Mølsted
—Aim—Less—
–
I Like The R.S. Aimless
(Royal Class Space Ship)
Maybe In the End
It’s All About the Ship.
(Circle)
& How It Brought Together
All These People
Like This Group
So After All It Was Not Aimless.
Bonds Forged & All That Jazz.
–
The Legend of The Seven Serpents:
From The Egg of Nothing
Came & Sprang
The Dragons of Creation …
They Poured Their Souls
Into The 7 Known Races
Before the Coming of Man
That Was
Now
He Has a Hand to Play
Sunder the Worlds
or One Great Nation
All They Left Behind
Were Dragon Scales
Pieces of Power
They Have Yet to UnFold
Myths & Legends
& Stories UnTold
Will Man
Be The Piece
That Has Been Missing
So Long
So Begins
Our Tale
(of Forgotten Lore)
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March 14, 2018 · 10:02 am
Frazetta
#Frazetta
the Man
the Myth
the Magic
That Guided His Hand
Transported me
to Distant Lands
Who Made me Dream
Dreams
of I Can
Like His Grim Dark Heroes
Beckoning me Beneath the Covers
to Gain the Love of a Queen
a Love So Clean
Through Time & Space I Would Come
to Throw my Life at Her Feet
or
the Greatest Man Ever Made
a Man of Bestial Breed
Who Toppled Kingdoms
a Lion of the Sea
#B27321
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March 5, 2018 · 10:02 pm
Thomas Cole
Free Range
–
Stop THE MADness
you Say
& Do Not Blame
Quite Simple
One Set of Rules
& Seek the Truth
Be a Good Shepard
to Man, Beast, & Land
& Quest For the Stars
you Ask
Where to Start
Start
From the Hearth
Be a King among Men
a Hero In Heart
They Still Sing Songs
of Those That That Gave Their All
to Free Us From the Shackles of Ignorance
to Be Better Than
Climb On Out of This Cage
Free Range
#B27321
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February 12, 2018 · 12:34 pm
Erasmus Francisci
the Art of Lose/
the Crown of Trues
=
I am a Coward & a Quitter
my Past
an Echo of Regrets
a Tapestry of Rents
& I Get
That Mistakes Make
the Man I am
but Why
Must I be Such A Fool
to be Schooled Again & Again
In the Art of Lose
Till There is Only One Game Left to Break
the Piggy Bank of Ache
but That’s Not Some Thing a Coward Can Do
Quit This Life & Begin a New
to Choose
#B27321
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February 7, 2018 · 5:56 am
Louis-Léopold Boilly
Masquerade/Man
–
Ribbons
of Flesh
Unequal to
the Test
Imprison me
a Circling Sea
Vivid Green
Self Mockery
#B27321
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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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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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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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