March 31, 2017 · 6:13 pm
Howard Pyle
New; Knew
–
I Don’t Know If Its New,
But I Do Know It Was New To me;
Nor Had I Ever Heard
Such a Thing Described To me.
For I Don’t Believe
They Are From This World or Any Other.
Demons Ripped From Another Dimension;
Nightmares Rendered Real.
Crazy I Know.
That Is Why I am Writing This,
Because Only On Paper
Can I UnLeash
This Torrent of Conflicting Emotion.
To Try To Make Some Sense of It,
To UnBurden my Mind,
Because Sex & Drink
Just Doesn’t Make It.
the First Time
I Was Drifting Through Some Southern Towns
& I Came Upon It,
In a Glass Case;
a Human Brain
With Filaments
Like Spiders’
Legs
& It Spoke To me,
In my Brain of Its Need to ImPregnate me.
I Escaped & Returned to Kill It
& Its Keeper.
Once Again
When I Was Working
As a Carny In a Run Down Town,
I Dealt Death to Another
In the Visage of An InSane Clown.
Nothing In the News Papers,
No Bounty On my Head;
I Know I Killed Them;
I Know Their Dead.
I Don’t Want to Go Back;
I Don’t Know If I Should.
Scared,
Edgy,
Shot Gun By the Bed;
Crazy,
MayBe;
I Can’t Get Them Out Of my Head.
I Can’t Stay I Have To Go.
Wait;
What Was That,
a Knock On the Door.
#B27321
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March 8, 2017 · 9:18 pm
Gustave Dore
Fuck, Fuck; Fucked
–
To be
Fucked
Is What
It Means
to Cross me.
the Bitter
Sting
Of
the Raping
by Pen
& Prose.
As
I Ram
my Cock
Down
the Throat
Of you
Dirty Hoes
& the
InSanity
In me
Giggles
As you
Try
to Scream
No.
In & Out,
In & Out,
While
I Fuck
your Mouth;
Gurgle
& Moan.
the Rape
Of
your Brain
With Rhymes
That Won’t
Slow,
Till
a Quivering
Wreck
Is All
That’s Left.
a Twisted
Bit
of Crumpled
Paper;
Wasted.
#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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May 22, 2015 · 1:15 pm
Dollman
What would you try
if you had no fear?
–
Death
–
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September 21, 2014 · 6:18 pm
Vasnetsov
the Red
Road
Is all
I have
Known
the Blood
Sweat
&
Shit
of Death
of Pen
&
Sword
&
Tales
of Discord
the Heavy
Toll
of Fate
I Yearn
to Die
but Have
Yet
to Find
a Foe
Who could
Free me
From
This
State
Spotting
you
In a
Darkened
Room
I can
only Hope
–
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