September 13, 2018 · 12:02 am
William Holman Hunt & Edward Robert Hughes
Forgotten Fields
of Rotting Meat
Yes
my Friend
a Gristly Feast
a Feast
Fit For a Beast
As I Search For the Yeast
To Get This Party
Started Over Again
I Know
Maybe I am Mad
As I Reach For my Sire’s Secret
How to Re Animate the Damned
Arkham
Where It Began
to Find my Father’s Friend
& the Serum of Power
to Set me Over the Dias of Man
Modern Day Prometheus
or Lucifer
I am
#B27321
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April 3, 2017 · 4:51 pm
Howard Pyle
Rejection; Depression
–
Rejection
a Word
I Know
All too Well,
a Word
That Has Burned a Hole;
Marked my Soul.
Driven me To be a Lone.
Never to Know Home,
to Own Nothing,
But Scars I Can Not Hide;
That Multiply
With Each Passing Day.
They Weigh One After Another;
Suffer.
That Is the Bread I Break,
the Ache
of Never a Praise
or a Raise
to Lift me a Moment
From my Torment.
my Eyes Search
For Why
This Has to Be my Fate
& May Be
I Cry
Just a Little
When I Remember
It Is Too Late,
To Begin a New;
to Bloom.
So I Huddle In my Covers
& Dream Dreams of Death.
For I Have Not the Courage Yet,
to Die;
Sublime
& In my Mind
I Find
Depression At Its Best,
a Laughing Joke,
Another Poke;
That I am Neither a Live or Dead
Just Shambling Through
One More Room
In This Tomb
I Call Life
& I Wonder To my Self
Could This Be a Test;
Then I Smile;
Liar.
Don’t Bother Trying
It Will End
Just Like the Rest.
So Don’t Sit & Fret.
It Can’t Be Met,
Perhaps It’s Time
to Rile Up
the Demons In your Breast;
To Summon Up
All the Angst & Hate
& Serve Them Up a Bitter Plate
Rife With Gun & Knife.
So They May Share
the Loss That Is my Life.
These Are the Things
That Swirl Through my Brain,
That Drive me InSane;
Red,
Raw,
Murder.
Shall I Take your Hand
ForSake This Land
or Am I too Weak,
Another Loss I Think.
Another Rejection
to Add to my List of Depression,
a Debilitating Disease
That Will Have you On your Knees.
Not Good For a Thing
That Is How It Has me
With Out
Hope
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February 24, 2017 · 3:05 am
Waterhouse
God
–
I Believe
In God
the God
That Is
me.
a God
That
Lets me
Worship
As I
See;
In Field
or Forest,
In Silence
or Song.
Whether
Star Dust
or Clay,
Freedom Remains.
to Search
& Learn,
Not Shackled
to UnMoving
Stone
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August 15, 2016 · 2:06 am
Edmund Blair Leighton
Blood
of Dreams
–
Etched
In Ink
Are
the Tears
I Shed
the Blood
of Dreams
Squeezed
From
my Hand
I Search
For
a Friend
a Circle
a Stand
Have I
Found
It
In This
Worthy
Band
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March 24, 2016 · 11:26 pm
Gustave Dore
Old
Is my
Search
I Roam
To Find
a Haven
a Home
Only Loss
Have I
Known
the Bitter
the Cold
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June 3, 2015 · 12:07 pm
Caspar David Friedrich
I Stare
At This
Blank Page
In Rage
That my
Words
Won’t UnFold
Desperately
I Grab
For a
Thread
to UnRavel
the Web
Of a
Story
Both Dark
&
Bold
Perhaps
One
I Dare
Dream
Never Told
I Search
my Soul
For a
Flash
of Light
In the
Long Night
That Has
Been my
Life
&
Find
Silence
Only Silence
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