August 8, 2016 · 6:00 pm
Henryk Siemiradzki
Guilt
–
Guilt
you Say
Is All
That Remains
At
the End
Of
the Day
Of
a Life
Of Refrain
So
I Say
Don’t
Let It
Gild
your Throne
Roll
the Bones
Come
What May
Live
To Day
#B27321
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November 10, 2015 · 11:39 am
I
Make
an
Lend me
Some
Cast
a
–
Thomas Cole
A Hundred Words
–
A Hundred Words
It Must Be
you Said To me.
What to Pull From my Head
to Fill This Thread.
Since Word Count
Is Pressed Upon Thee,
Thy Enemy.
Let’s See
What Will Flee
From This Starving Mind.
Story Time
& I Can Not Find
a Thing to Fill This Blank Page.
I Try to Rhyme
Making It Harder Still.
Hoping the Flow
Will Help me To the Goal,
Still my Skill Falters
& a Hundred Words
Looms Like a Prison Gate.
I Roll my Shoulders,
Crack my Neck & Smile.
Glad to See
I Still Got What It Takes.
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May 24, 2015 · 9:51 am
Pirate Flag of Henry Every
Choices
you Say
Mine
Were Made
Long Ago
Long Before
I
Was Born
First Choice
Last Choice
Roll
the Bones
Never
Was
I
To Win
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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
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