April 25, 2018 · 7:23 pm
Friedrich Nerly
&
you Can
Make
On the
but Can’t
His
–
you Need
to
& Do
a
Use
as a
–
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April 4, 2018 · 4:28 am
Walter Crane
To be
Sheared
& Shaved
O What
a
we Have
Made
Whats In
a
Social Media
Exchange
As we
Look
In Side
Squeeze you
Dry
Is That
Not
Virtual Rape
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February 3, 2017 · 4:39 am
Georg Pencz
a Life
UnLived
UnLoved
–
the Death
of Possibility
–
Disposable Society
Consumes you
–
Never
Was
my Name
–
the Greed
of Man
–
the Sands
of Time
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May 23, 2016 · 1:46 am
Waterhouse
–
Could Be
you
Different
Number
For a
Name
Chattel
Perhaps
InHumane
This Brand
They Gave
#B27321
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January 25, 2016 · 8:52 pm
Speculum Virginum
Temptation
Tempted to Eat the Gun
Every Day
That I a Wake
To the Slum
That Is my Life
To End
That Which
Should
Never
Of Begun
A Mistake
That Makes
me Regret
Who I am
Born to Be
Cast a Side
Left to Die
But I Did Not
Nor
the Many Times
I Threw my Life On the Line
to See
If In Side
Was Real or Fake
I Struggled On
Dreaming Of Steel
to End my Twisted Fate
Wait you Say
Before It Is Too Late
Surely It Is Just Testing
a Crucible
to Bake
a Better Man
That Has to Be the Plan
40 Years of Prison & Pain
of Loss & Never a Gain
& Only I to Blame
Puts That Lie to Shame
When the Entertainment Stops
& It’s Just me
& my
Hollow Hollow Heart
a Hole That I Can Not Stop
Nor Look a Way
From
the Empty Spot
That Captivates me
With What I am Not
my Biggest Sin
Thinking
the Singing Pen
Would Save me From my Plate
a Meal Hard to Swill
Full of Bitterness & Hate
Set In Verse
to Be Read
After
They Pull me From the Hearse
the Ink was Thin
Iron For the Win
to Blot a Way the Stain
That Was my Name
From the Book of Eternal Life
This 38 Will Be my Wife
Her Leaden Kiss
Wedded Bliss
& a Sweet Here After
So you Say
What a Play
If Only a Helping Hand Was Offered
#B27321
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October 8, 2015 · 4:02 am
Anne-Louis Girodet-Trioson
Never
Was
my Name
Never
to Rise
Above
the Stink
&
Shit
Of
the Slavers’
Cage
Only Blood
&
Screams
to Set
me
Free
the Only
Fame
the Blade
#B27321
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August 30, 2015 · 3:23 pm
Arthur Rackham
Come On
you
Mouthy
Fucks
How Is
Theirs
or yours
More Deserving
of
the Name
Poetry
#B27321
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–
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May 11, 2015 · 12:07 pm
Gustave Dore
Children
Shall I
Recite my
Tales
Of
a Failing
Father
of a
Son
&
Daughter
Only Laughter
At the
Jest
Of a
Name
I Can
not Claim
Things
That Will
Haunt me
to the
Here After
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October 12, 2014 · 7:54 pm
Gustave Dore
As the
Sun
Rises
I Dream
of Days
When
Satisfaction
Could be
Gained
In the
Street
you
&
I
would Meet
Blood
would Flow
&
your
Head
would Roll
a Sorry
Treat
For the
Dogs
to Eat
&
me
On my
Merry
Way
With Out
a Stain
On the
Name
#B27321
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September 30, 2014 · 12:35 am
Sarai Albums Tabriz
So
you Say
I am
a Hack
I Say
any Day
Mine
Against
Yours
Word
for Word
We will
See
Where
Its At
Money
&
Name
Don’t Make
a Man
#B27321
–
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