June 27, 2017 · 4:40 pm
Howard Pyle
Rusty Cage
–
I Was Attending Worden Alternative School
When the Grunge Scene Hit Full Swing.
Still Jamming to the Misfits & Glenn;
to Seasons …
& Cliff & the Anger At His Loss; Justice …
So Cobain & Chains & Even Garden Were No Maiden;
They Didn’t Even Make my List
Except For a Few Hits.
Just, the Echo of the Seattle Drug Scene;
the Cold Dirty Streets,
the Need,
I Too Have Known the Grip of Addiction,
the Bottle,
the Pill,
the Needle,
the Knife;
But my Oldest Friend
She Be Suicide.
She Came To me In a Darkened Room
While I Attended That Fucked Up School
Whispering In my Ear
Come With me
With Out a Care.
Contemplating What He Did Do,
the Marks On my Hide
Earned me Juvie Time
Not the Big House Yet
That Was Next.
It Was the Epiphany
That Life Had No Place For me.
She Did Not Lie.
Like Starving Rats In a Trap
How we Climb,
the Filthy, Clawing,
Beast That Is Man.
Some Say It Is Cowardice,
But Is It Not
the Biggest Leap of Faith
a Man May Make
to Flee His Rusty Cage
& Soar Free.
I Do Not Know
Nor Have Any Returned.
–
In Parting
I Will Close This
With a Piece I Wrote
Concerning the Death
of Robert E. Howard.
–
How can
we Fathom
another
Mans
Soul
or what
Brought
Him
to that
Door
To Live
the Endless
Dream
#B27321
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November 22, 2015 · 8:53 pm
Fritz von Wille
Blackened Stone
Broken Bones
Tumbled Thrones
Has All
Led me
Here
From Cairn
To
Head Land
Has Been
my Plight
To
your Door
to Demand
Satisfaction
By
the Sword
Mistletoe
From
the Grove
Has Set
me Right
#B27321
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June 12, 2015 · 9:17 pm
Paul Philippoteaux
Come Brothers
the Lion
Still Stands
Amra
you Roar
Butchered Dogs
Crown
His Feet
Eyes
That Shine
Blue
Through Blood
Are you
Done
Who
Can Stand
Before
the Savage
Sword
of Conan
Mirth
Still Rolling
Off
His Tongue
Come
Get Some
#B27321
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December 5, 2014 · 9:23 pm
Joseph Wright
On Entering
I Encountered
the Twisted
Wasted
Body
Of a
Man
&
Upon
His Shoulders
Sat
the Head
Of an
Elephant
my Heart
Went Out
To This
Great
Crooked
Beast
&
the
Pain
That Only
He Must
Know
As His
Sightless
Eyes
Rested
On me
He Let
His Pitiful
Tale
UnFold
#B27321
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November 15, 2014 · 3:54 pm
Das festliche Jahr
Blood
Red
Moon
How I
Dream
of You
Perched
On the
Snowy
Peaks
Of my
Home
Land
the Renegades
&
OutLaws
Driven
To your
Heights
Where
a Man
Can
Stand
Sword
&
Board
Against
a Horde
Deeds
to Fill
Even
Croms
Hoary
Hall
with Mirth
#B27321
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September 23, 2014 · 6:12 pm
Jean Paul Laurens
Minarets
of an
Impossible
Citadel
are Seen
as Conan
Breaks
Through
the Lush
Screen
Knowing
That is
Where
Her Lady
Lies
In the
Grip
of an
Undead
King
#B27321
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September 23, 2014 · 1:49 am
Robert E Howard
Valhalla’s
Last
Dance
–
Death
Took you
with Steel
In Hand
&
Odin
On Your
Lips
Your
Dog
Brothers
Mourn
the Loss
of Song
Skald
of Old
Dark
&
Bold
Our
Time
Is Not
Yet
the Fire
Still Burns
Our Mettle
Unquenched
Fear Not
We Shall
Meet
Yet
In the
Long
Hall
&
the
Stories
Will Show
You Have
Not Been
Forgotten
#B27321
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September 22, 2014 · 3:42 pm
Wilhelm Wägner
the Black
Hand
of Khemi
&
a Book
of Hell
How
will
Our
Young
Hero
Fare
Venom
Drips
&
Honey
Lips
&
Not
a Care
All Wits
&
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September 18, 2014 · 5:15 pm
Emil Doepler
Crom’s
Horn
–
the Halls
of the
Mountain
King
Do not
Sing
but Ring
with
the Clash
of Red
Slaughter
&
Steel
Even
the Hallowed
Halls
of Hell’s
Heroes
Grow
Somber
&
Cold
Under
the Mocking
Gaze
&
Visage
of Stone
Only
the Most
Staunch
&
Solid
does He
Take
to Muse
&
Make
Merry
the
Hardest
of Fates
#B27321
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September 9, 2014 · 10:00 pm
Gerome
Gladiators
Serve
a Purpose
as T.V.
Does
Conan
Would
be
King
of the
Circus
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