March 11, 2017 · 2:32 pm
Jean-Léon Gérôme
How Much
–
Fukushima Was the Beginning Of the End,
the Radiation Seeping Into Our Oceans;
Causing Mutations & InSanity;
From Fish to Man.
Driving Them to Feast On the UnInfected;
a World Damned.
I Still Dream Of the Food Riots,
When we Could No Longer Eat From the Sea.
the Crashing & Burning of Cities;
Parents Eating Kids.
Cops Going Door to Door
Rounding People Up For the Cattle Camps,
the Old & Sick Shot
& Cooked In the Street.
How I Survived Still Mystifies,
aLone & Not One Friend;
All Ways Running,
Running For the Hills.
So Many Things Have I Done
& the Things I Know I Will Do
Just To Survive Another Setting Sun.
How Many Lives Must I Take
to Pay For Mine.
#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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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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June 12, 2016 · 1:16 pm
Paul Stade
Cold, Maybe So
–
you are
Alone
Trust
a Broken
Bone
Cold
Maybe So
But
When you
Are There
Sitting In
the Chair
After
They Have
Shaved
you Bare
Who Shall
Take
your Place
Fate
you Are
On
your Own
&
It Is
Written
In Stone
That you
Have
to Deal
With
the Past
you’ve Made
Sit
as Though
On
a Throne
Knowing
In
your Home
Nothing
Was Fake
#B27321
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June 7, 2016 · 2:59 am
Henrietta Rae
my Turn
–
& So Our Journey Begins
you & I Lovers Intertwined
Through Cascades & Land Slides
Our Mission UnFolds
Tracing Tiny Spirals In Memories Hold
How we Meat the Best Tale Told
#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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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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June 17, 2015 · 3:22 pm
Fritz von Wille
So Again
I See
It Is
Just
you
&
me
Two Souls
Cast
a Drift
On
a Silent
Sea
Looking
For
a Spark
to Ignite
the Night
Any Thing
To Make
the Blood
Course
&
Kindle
the Fire
In Side
To ReMind
you
you Are
a Live
#B27321
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