Arthur Rackham
#POETHEME
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New
#Early
Is the Site
That Greets me
Summer Dew
Sparkling Hue
Sun Through
Moutainous View
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Tag Archives: New
Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy
Howard Pyle
Beer
& #Bud
the New
Apple Pie
That’ll Open
your Eyes
Whiskey
& #Blunts
Ain’t for
No Runts
&
the #Hookah
Is Absolute
Ya
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Filed under Topics
Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy
Erasmus Francisci
the Art of Lose/
the Crown of Trues
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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
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https://api.theprose.com/post/202148/the-art-of-lose-the-crown-of-trues
Filed under Prose
Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy
Howard Pyle
How the World Fell
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They Said It Was an Invisible Planet,
They Were Wrong;
Dead Wrong.
It Was a Second Moon,
a Hellish Moon
to come Ripping Past;
Causing Cataclysmic Damage
& Eclipsing our Sun.
That Orb,
Like a Red Eye;
All Ways Watching,
Like a Scarlet Stain
At the Center of Our Sun;
Blocking a Quarter of It’s Light
& Giving Things a Crimson Cast.
Those That Did Not Die
When the Anarchy Hit,
Soon Perished
In the Floods & Famine
As Continents Took New Shapes
& the Food
& LiveStock
were Radically Changed
& Diminished.
For Food Did Not Grow Like It Once Did
& Animals Behaved Differently,
Confused,
Angry;
Much Like we Did,
but One Thing Did Do Well,
Rats,
Rats the Size of Large Dogs.
Hideous Pale Things
That Crawled From Their Holes
In the Night
& Ran Across
the Twisted Landscape
Bringing Death
& Disease.
Imagine If you Will
a Ruined Grave Yard
Where the Remnants of Humanity
Huddle
& Hide,
Ruled by Cadaverous Rats
Under a Pale Red Light.
That Is my Hell,
How the World Fell.
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https://api.theprose.com/post/185244/how-the-world-fell
Filed under Prose
Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy
Howard Pyle
#NewWeedDispensaryNames
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the Rabbit Hole
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the Hatter’s
In/Inn
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Tea Time
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Hookah Dookah’s
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Filed under Posts
Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy
Howard Pyle
Rejection; Depression
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Rejection
a Word
I Know
All too Well,
a Word
That Has Burned a Hole;
Marked my Soul.
Driven me To be a Lone.
Never to Know Home,
to Own Nothing,
But Scars I Can Not Hide;
That Multiply
With Each Passing Day.
They Weigh One After Another;
Suffer.
That Is the Bread I Break,
the Ache
of Never a Praise
or a Raise
to Lift me a Moment
From my Torment.
my Eyes Search
For Why
This Has to Be my Fate
& May Be
I Cry
Just a Little
When I Remember
It Is Too Late,
To Begin a New;
to Bloom.
So I Huddle In my Covers
& Dream Dreams of Death.
For I Have Not the Courage Yet,
to Die;
Sublime
& In my Mind
I Find
Depression At Its Best,
a Laughing Joke,
Another Poke;
That I am Neither a Live or Dead
Just Shambling Through
One More Room
In This Tomb
I Call Life
& I Wonder To my Self
Could This Be a Test;
Then I Smile;
Liar.
Don’t Bother Trying
It Will End
Just Like the Rest.
So Don’t Sit & Fret.
It Can’t Be Met,
Perhaps It’s Time
to Rile Up
the Demons In your Breast;
To Summon Up
All the Angst & Hate
& Serve Them Up a Bitter Plate
Rife With Gun & Knife.
So They May Share
the Loss That Is my Life.
These Are the Things
That Swirl Through my Brain,
That Drive me InSane;
Red,
Raw,
Murder.
Shall I Take your Hand
ForSake This Land
or Am I too Weak,
Another Loss I Think.
Another Rejection
to Add to my List of Depression,
a Debilitating Disease
That Will Have you On your Knees.
Not Good For a Thing
That Is How It Has me
With Out
Hope
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https://theprose.com/post/146018/rejection-depression
Filed under Prose
Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy
Howard Pyle
New; Knew
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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.
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https://theprose.com/post/143098/new-knew
Filed under Prose
Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy
Howard Pyle
Some Times
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Some Times
Love Thrills
Like Music
Played Upon
your Spine
Some Times
Love Stills
the Pain
&
Hate
In Side
Some Times
Love Heals
the Savage
Soul
we Hide
Some Times
Love Kills
Like
a Shallow
Dive
Some Times
Love
Swills
the Dregs
That No
Body
Else
Can Find
Leaving Us
New Again
Some Times
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https://theprose.com/post/54140/some-times
Filed under Prose
Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy
Peter Nicolai Arbo
Review;
Fuck you
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A Review
Of you
Poetic Too
Some Thing
New
Or Tried
&
True
For I
Have
Sent
a Few
Nor Did
you Ever
Deem
Reply
To I
But Cast
me
&
Mine
a Side
To Wither
&
Die
Regardless
Of Strength
Of Rhyme
Or Time
you Don’t
Weigh Mine
a Sure
Sign
you Are
Not
On the
Line
Prose
a Rubber
Dime
#B27321
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https://theprose.com/post/44108/review-fuck-you
Filed under Prose
Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy
Howard Pyle
Down
the Darkest
Paths
my Blasphemy
Reigned
To Stand
Be Side
God
a New
Dawn
Meat
&
Muscle
the Divine
Spark
my Mark
Frankenstein
the Man
the Myth
the Monster
the Annals
of Hell
Will Sing
my Song
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