August 29, 2018 · 7:39 pm
Bernard Picart
Hollow Moon
Haunting View
Woods & Blackened Water
Broken Cry
Feeling Wry
What a Bloody Splatter
Torn Leaves
Fallen Trees
Is That Human Matter
Feeling Weak
Cannot Speak
I Hear the Pitter Patter
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January 24, 2018 · 9:48 pm
Howard Pyle
Circles
–
Things I Have Seen
In Drug Induced Dreams.
the Parting Of the Veil.
Could This Be Real.
I Knew you Were to Die
I Saw you Go Bye.
Not a Word Did you Speak
As you Slipped Into Sleep,
But I Saw In your Eyes
Some Thing That Haunts me InSide.
Maybe It Was Just Don’t Be Afraid
or Life Is More Than It Looks,
But I Can Not Decipher That Stare.
So When the Phone Call Came
It Rang & It Rang
& Sang of Decay.
I Was Not Surprised
Just Misty Eyed.
Though Nights When I am Alone
I Try to Break That Code,
But I Find
I Am Too Simple of Mind
& It
Falls Further From my Hand.
Maybe It Was Just the Mystery
I Needed to See
to Spur me On
to Greater Deeds.
I Do Not Know,
I Question So,
Circles Go
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October 31, 2015 · 4:09 pm
William Etty
A Thousand
Words
my Tongue
Has Traced
a Cross
your Skin
First
the Alphabet
Then
Words
I Never
Dreamt
to Speak
Of Love,
Lust,
&
Bondage
How we
Meat
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October 13, 2015 · 11:42 pm
Louis Douzette
The Old
Gods
Speak
To me
Under
Their
Sacred Tree
Of Pain
Loss
Poison
&
Rot
Stand
Before
the Chemical
Shit Storm
Things
Never Meant
For you
Remember
Rome
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June 4, 2015 · 6:17 am
Envy/Jacques Callot
PerHaps
Envious
Is
All
I am
UpSet
&
Tortured
By a
Dream
I Can
Never Have
So
I
Rest It
In
Your
Hands
After All
I am
Only
a Lone
Man
Do They
Strike Deep
To the
Marrow
These Words
I
Speak
Or
Just
Empty
Hollow
Speech
Envy
I Could
Be
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October 13, 2014 · 12:56 pm
Ramsay Richard Reinagle
Nymphs
Speak
To me
Under
a Silver
Tree
of Words
&
Rhythms
to Bring
the Hardest
of Hearts
to Their
Knees
with Idyllic
Ease
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October 4, 2014 · 1:10 am
Karl Friedrich Lessing
the Trees
Seem
to Speak
To me
as I
Descend
Deep
With In
Their
Depths
Of Steel
&
Flame
&
the
Forests
Distress
At the
Encroachment
Of Man
&
the
Lofty
Lords
Who Have
Died
By Our
Hand
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September 25, 2014 · 6:26 pm
Yule Logs
a Call
to Arms
&
a Red
Feast
Broken
Bodies
Of my
Brothers
In Heaps
I Alone
Remain
to See
This
Butchers
Bill
Paid
So the
Faces
In my
Head
may Sleep
&
the
Voices
That have
Troubled me
For so
Long
Cease
to Speak
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