August 9, 2018 · 3:19 am
Howard Pyle
16 Candles
Flaming Embers
of Pain That Resides
to Blow
Nobody Knows
the Secrets I Hide
Eyes That Shine
To Proud to
As I Crumble Inside
Birthday Years
the Bloody Gears
That Push me To
16 Candles
Where’s the Handle
to Save my Life
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July 17, 2018 · 1:09 am
Marchocias
Chaos Calls
me Forth
Once Again
Stained
With Sins
of
the Skin
a Pawn
a Puppet
a Piece
to Serve
a Master’s
Whim
Time
& Time
Again
I Bend
the Helmet
&
the Haft
Will They
Save me
At Last
#B27321
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February 4, 2018 · 8:53 pm
Henry Fuseli
Last Chance/
the Great Expanse
–
50 Words
of Sci/Fi
Lie
of Distant Moons
&
the Shadows They Cast
of Humanity
&
Legends of the Lost Past
Savior From the Heaven
Save us We Ask
Divinities Children
Spoiled Brats
We Who Woke In a Garden of Eden
Turned to Ash
Last Chance
Countless Planets
the Expanse
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April 11, 2017 · 11:16 pm
Howard Pyle
Mickey’s Christmas Hit Men
–
Empire
–
Walt
is your
Daddy
&
Mickey
has Come
to Collect
#B27321
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Mickey Is
What He’s All Ways Been
a Hit Man
For the Disney Mob.
Whether He’s Playing
the Pencil Pushing Hapless Scribe;
Meek & Needy,
So Poor He Doesn’t Have a Dime
or As an Enforcer
For the King of Crime.
He Was Working
For Ebenezer
the Richest Duck
In All the Land
& to Get the Money
for Walt
He Had a Devious Plan.
Drive That Scrooge
to InSanity
With Pity & ReMorse
at All the Dirty Deeds
That Have Bloodied
His Red Hands,
Because you See
Wealth
Was the Source
of All His Wicked Pride.
Forcing All the Children
to Work For Him
Not Disney
In His Hellish Mine,
Starving
as They Worked
Cannibalism
Would Break Out
From Time to Time.
Laughing At the Shillings
He Would Save
When the Killings
Began Again
Maybe Even
This Very Day.
Did He Reminisce
About the Many Rivals
He Had Killed
aLong His Long Black Past.
Namely,
That Goofy Jacob Marley
He Garroted
With His Own Two Fists
or That Whore
He Loved
Named Daisy
Who Gave Him
a Horrible Fit
of the Drip
& How About
When He Sold His Soul
to the Agent of Satan;
the Mighty Mr. Toad.
Who He Killed Out of Envy
to Gain the Formers Role
to Live As Long As Ever
If He Never Lost Control.
He Had Minnie
& Timmy
& Even the Giant Willie
to Help Him Carry Out
His Evil Scheme
to Put That Duck Through the Ringer
& Squeeze Out Every Thing.
For Only Two Choices
Does He Have
Visit Him
With Three Dark Sins
or Put Him In a Can.
#B27321
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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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April 29, 2016 · 10:10 pm
Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres
Kə-THOO-Loo
–
Or
Did He.
His Brain
Was a
Whirl
of Action.
How to
Save
the Virgin
Priestess
From
the Great
Cult
of Kə-THOO-Loo.
Stripped Bare
With Only
His Savage
Might;
How to
ReClaim
His Lost
Prize,
30 Talons
of Silver
& Lips
Like Red
Wine …
Any More
&
I Would
Have
to Charge
a Dime
#B27321
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April 23, 2016 · 2:25 am
The Jester & the Death.
Is the
!!!
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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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May 9, 2015 · 12:24 pm
Laurits Tuxen
Black
Times
&
Only
the Pen
Could
Save me
From the
Road
of Gun
&
Knife
Like
the Phoenix
Craving
New Life
Would I
Have
What It
Takes
Or Burn
&
Bake
In my
Past Mistakes
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