March 5, 2018 · 10:02 pm
Thomas Cole
Free Range
–
Stop THE MADness
you Say
& Do Not Blame
Quite Simple
One Set of Rules
& Seek the Truth
Be a Good Shepard
to Man, Beast, & Land
& Quest For the Stars
you Ask
Where to Start
Start
From the Hearth
Be a King among Men
a Hero In Heart
They Still Sing Songs
of Those That That Gave Their All
to Free Us From the Shackles of Ignorance
to Be Better Than
Climb On Out of This Cage
Free Range
#B27321
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December 17, 2016 · 2:34 am
Howard Pyle
Knight
–
the Lines
I Write
Often Filled
With #Spite
Does Not
Make Them
Any Less
#Right
Just Things
I #Say
To
Make me
Feel
#Gay
& Get
you
All
Up Tight
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December 10, 2016 · 6:21 pm
Antoine Wiertz
—/—/—-
–
Discarded
Dreams
of Immortality
&
Meat
Puppets
that Scream
of Blood
that Flows
like Sand
Reanimated
Man
the Damned
#B27321
–
These Are my Thoughts
As I Dine On
Canned Beer
& Beans
& Meat
Better Left
Unexplained.
They Say It Came From Fukushima,
Radioactive Waste
Flooding the Seas.
I Just Know
It’s Real,
Like West’s
Sinful Serum
the Dead
Won’t Stay Down.
Killing Friends,
Lovers,
& Kids
In a Nightmare
That Won’t End;
a Game Played
In Blood,
Bullets,
& Pain.
Head For the Hills,
Fresh Water,
the Mountains,
the Oceans;
Poison,
the Cities
Choked
With a Rictus
Grin.
This I Say
To you,
When the Dead
Walk
the Living
are Damned.
#B27321
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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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July 14, 2016 · 6:07 am
Paul Merwart
Ode
–
An Ode
to Prose
If
I May
Be So
Bold
What
To Say
To Make
my Words
Weigh
Since
Word Count
&
Bubble Gum
Is Not
my Art
I Prefer
Things
Aimed At
the Heart
What you
Could Do
Is Run
Down
my Spool
Some Moments
It Would
Cost
#B27321
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May 10, 2016 · 12:44 am
Antonio da Correggio
Jade
–
my First
Love
I Would
Like
To Say
a Girl
but
That Is
Just
a Whirl
of Heart
Break
&
Emotion
me
No me
That
Is Not
the Answer
Words
Possibly
They Could
Fill
the Void
I am
Lacking
It’s Been
Hard
Not Gay
This Twisted
Bed
I’ve Made
&
I Don’t
Think
I’ve
Ever
Laid
my Heart
Before
a Door
you See
Jade
Will Suffer
No More
#B27321
–
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May 1, 2016 · 4:11 am
Howard Pyle
🙂
–
Some
May Ask
Why
I Drop
By
&
Grin
a Smile
Is Like
your Tiny
Friend
Some
Would Say
the Highest
Praise
Since
No Words
Can Steal
the Light
of Day
#B27321
–
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April 18, 2016 · 11:12 pm
Franz Xaver Winterhalter
Yeah, So
–
What Can
I Say
but
It’s your
Game
to Play
–
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March 29, 2016 · 1:08 am
Howard Pyle
140
–
140 Characters
Is my
Stage
Do not
Rage
About
the Limits
Of
a Page
But
Make
your Words
More
Meaning Full
Sage
I Say
To you
Dismiss
the Cage
–
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March 26, 2016 · 9:00 pm
Amman
Manners Cost
you Say,
So Let Us Begin.
A Tale That Is Both
Humorous
&
Dark;
Cock Weasel,
Prose,
&
Word Count.
Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel,
Prose,
Word Count.
Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel,
How you Are
a Cock Weasel.
Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel,
Should Have
Known It
From The Start.
Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel,
Now Is
That
Not Art.
Did I Mention
Cock Weasel,
Or
Prose,
How About
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