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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April 6, 2017 · 5:56 am
Spencer Stanhope
Crimson Queen
–
Satan; Adversary,
Lucifer; Morning Star,
but She was Older much Older.
Older Than the Castrating Cult
of the Great Mother;
Cybele,
She Was the Oldest
& Greatest of Gods,
She Was Eros;
Desire,
the Crimson Queen.
& We,
my Family & I
Have Served Her
Since Man
First Crawled From the Wild.
We Who Have Suckled From Her Tit.
Who Have Known Her
As Pandora
& Again
As Eve.
We Were There
When the Walls of Troy Fell
& Again
When We Pierced the White Gods Side.
We Are the Ones
Said to Wear the Mark;
the Mark of Cain;
the Spear
& to This Day
We Are Still Known
As the Sons of the Dragon.
Yes,
Even He
of the Impaling Fist
Served Her;
Her
Blood Red Bliss.
She Who Came to Us
When the Moon Was Swollen,
Swollen With Sin
& Desire
Desire
Like Fire.
a Fire to Sear your Soul
& Strip your Sanity.
Bacchanalian Rites
of the Blackest Kind,
Orgies
of Mutilation & Murder.
She Would Stroll Through
Some Times Stopping
to Touch a Subjects Head.
As Her Worshippers
Offered Up Their Bloody Sacrifices;
Dripping Mangled Manhood.
Blood Wine
Heaped With Herbs
of the Darkest Sort,
Flesh of the Fallen;
Man,
Beast,
or Child;
Was the Feast We Had.
Screams of Agony & Ecstasy
In the Torch Light,
the Scarlet Flames Illuminating
Hellish Flickering Scenes
of Satanic Night.
She Covered In the Blood of the Devout,
Licking Her Fingers
Bouncing About
All Eyes & Thighs,
Tits & Ass.
Tonight I Was to Receive my Birth Right.
Ouroboros; the Snake Circle,
So Driven by Desire
It Eats Its Own Tail;
to Take the Place of my Father,
I the Oldest Surviving Son In an UnBroken Line
Since Life Began.
I to Sit Upon Her Left Side
& He
to Cross Over
& Serve Her In Her Own Land;
Hand Picked Children
In the Image
of Lillith.
#B27321
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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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August 18, 2016 · 2:32 am
J.W. Kennedy
Still Will
–
To be
Mental
to Use
my Mind
to Achieve
What’s
In Side
a Cage
That Causes
Rage
Is How
I See
my Life
the Limits
Like Sin
the Walls
I Hide
Be Hind
Morality
as my
Soul
Screams
Kill
Cut
a Sway
Through
These
Bloody Bastards
I Know
Another
Sick Depravity
my Will
Steel
to Live
my Life
as
my Master
my Answer
Steel Will
to Pursue
the Life
I am
After
Steel Will
I am
After
Steel Will
Steel Will
Cut
a Sway
Through These
Bloody Bastards
Steel Will
Steel Will
Steel Will
#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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September 23, 2015 · 4:24 pm
Caspar David Friedrich
Long
has It
Been
Since
I Have
Seen
Home
Longer Still
Has It
Been
Since
I Left
This House
of Bones
to Escape
the Weight
of Titles
Land
&
Hoard
to Never
Partake
In Ritual
or
Demand
Nor Bend
the Knee
&
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August 3, 2015 · 12:06 am
Nikolas Gysis
The Looking Glass
Most Darkly
–
The Looking Glass
Most Darkly
as I Peer Into
your Inner Most Sins.
Dark In Deed
Is the Sight
That Greets me,
Black & White
& Splattered Red.
Half Formed
Baby Heads
& Virgin Skin,
Jars of Nightmares
Rendered Real.
All as I Pray
you Don’t See me,
my Horrified Eye,
Wide
with Shocked Disbelief.
As the Most
Beautiful Women
I Have Ever Seen,
Comes Forth
From the Floor
& Kisses your Ring.
Eyes;
Startling Red
& Naked as Aphrodite
Risen From the Sea.
Transfixed She Met Mine;
Lust Intertwined my Mind.
Passions Played Out
& Greeted Eagerly;
Time Ceased to Count
as I Continued to Mount,
Her Eyes Blazing Still.
–
Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line
–
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June 16, 2015 · 3:10 pm
Morris Meredith Williams
Write
Some Thing
Some Thing
Good
Some Thing
To Define
the Literary
World
So
I Like
Music
&
Melodic
Verse
Like
a Good
Skald
Should
I Care
Not
How
This Path
Ends
For I
Have
the Word
&
She
Comes
Still
#B27321
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June 12, 2015 · 9:17 pm
Paul Philippoteaux
Come Brothers
the Lion
Still Stands
Amra
you Roar
Butchered Dogs
Crown
His Feet
Eyes
That Shine
Blue
Through Blood
Are you
Done
Who
Can Stand
Before
the Savage
Sword
of Conan
Mirth
Still Rolling
Off
His Tongue
Come
Get Some
#B27321
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September 23, 2014 · 10:07 pm
Dollman
the Road
Of a
Troubled
Soul
the UnWanted
Son
Horizons
Beckon
&
the
Toll
Threatens
to Break
a Back
All Ready
Bowed
From
the Pain
&
Hate
That has
Made
a Young
Man
Old
but Bloody
Fingers
&
Broken
Nails
Still
Hold
#B27321
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