July 31, 2018 · 12:20 am
Henry Fuseli
–
Stroke
Because
He’s Stroking you
All the Lies
He Thinks your a Buffoon
–
With the Smile
of a
& the Grace
of a
He Danced
Around All the we Held
I’m With Out
He Said
Come Again
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March 2, 2018 · 10:30 pm
Caspar David Friedrich
Broken Things
–
Broken Toys
Broken Boys
Things That Just Don’t Have a Home
No Past
No Future
Just the Eternity of a Moment
a Moment In Time
a Moment That Has Made you Blind
That Life Is One Big Lie
A Long Good Bye
to Every Thing you Once Held Dear
That Made you Smile
Made you Tear
a Faded Snap Shot In a Tattered Book
Over & Over you Look
#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
#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 17, 2016 · 10:28 pm
Howard Pyle
Gangsta Wood
–
you
Make me
Smile
With
your Ire;
you Won’t
Make me
Change
my Stance
Not a
Chance.
I am
Solid
In
the Power
Of
my Pen,
Another Win.
Try To
Hide It
In
a Pile
Or
Mire;
Liar,
It Is
Fire.
Jump Up
&
Down,
Dance Around,
you
Can Not
Escape
the Pyre.
Savage Tunes
From
a Burning
Lyre
my One
Desire;
Sired
#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.
#B27321
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