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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May 3, 2016 · 3:07 am
Lawrence Alma-Tadema
Rebel
–
Grey
Would Be
the Color
the Color
Of
my Skies
Like
the Uniform
Of Soldiers
Of Soldiers
Sent Off
To Die
Can
I Help
I Feel
For Banners
For Banners
Covered
In Lies
Maybe
It’s Just
the Battle
the Battle
That Cries
Never
Never
Never Will
you Bend
Never
Never
Never Will
you Win
#B27321
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November 21, 2015 · 5:52 am
Aubrey Beardsley
I Seem
to Travel
Through Time
Between
your Thighs
a Glimpse
Of you
&
I
Further Down
the Line
Though
a Key
Unlocking
Part Of
your Mystery
your Secret
Self
the Mask
Ripped Off
I Just
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October 21, 2015 · 2:56 pm
Santiago Camado
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–
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October 20, 2015 · 12:46 pm
Joshua Reynolds
The Rain
Streaming Down
Streaking
the Windows
Through
Reminds me
Of you
the Last
Time
to Say
Good Bye
On Such
Nights
we Would
Huddle
Tight
the Thunder
&
Roar
Keeping Beat
the Storm
Ridden On
&
On
to the
Coming Morn
Sated
to Drift
Off
to Gentle
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July 21, 2015 · 12:58 pm
William Etty
Off Chasing
Butter Flies
with Beautiful
Wings
She
&
me
Just
a Tasty
Dream
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June 8, 2015 · 8:48 pm
Charles Gleyre
–
If you
Like
your
you Can
Keep’em
–
It’s 4:20
&
the Spliff
Is Lit
–
Have
you
Been
by
a
Priest
Lately
–
Loves
you
–
Is
Your
Momma
–
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