January 28, 2018 · 5:23 am
Howard Pyle
How the World Fell
–
They Said It Was an Invisible Planet,
They Were Wrong;
Dead Wrong.
It Was a Second Moon,
a Hellish Moon
to come Ripping Past;
Causing Cataclysmic Damage
& Eclipsing our Sun.
That Orb,
Like a Red Eye;
All Ways Watching,
Like a Scarlet Stain
At the Center of Our Sun;
Blocking a Quarter of It’s Light
& Giving Things a Crimson Cast.
Those That Did Not Die
When the Anarchy Hit,
Soon Perished
In the Floods & Famine
As Continents Took New Shapes
& the Food
& LiveStock
were Radically Changed
& Diminished.
For Food Did Not Grow Like It Once Did
& Animals Behaved Differently,
Confused,
Angry;
Much Like we Did,
but One Thing Did Do Well,
Rats,
Rats the Size of Large Dogs.
Hideous Pale Things
That Crawled From Their Holes
In the Night
& Ran Across
the Twisted Landscape
Bringing Death
& Disease.
Imagine If you Will
a Ruined Grave Yard
Where the Remnants of Humanity
Huddle
& Hide,
Ruled by Cadaverous Rats
Under a Pale Red Light.
That Is my Hell,
How the World Fell.
#B27321
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February 16, 2017 · 8:50 pm
Howard Pyle
Where to
Begin
the Start
a Mark
Burned
Into
my Heart
Of the
Sights
I’ve Seen
& Endless
Screams
of Men
Yearning
to Be
Free
These are
the Things
That Haunt
my Memory
Naked
& Bleeding
Welcome
my Friend
To the
Kennels
of Men
#B27321
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June 15, 2016 · 1:29 am
Alessandro Magnasco
Truth,
a Sluice
–
Truth
a Sluice
of Bull
Shit
&
Lies
Not
Some Thing
I Can
Point To
&
Show you
Where
It Hides
the Answers
you Alone
Must Pursue
&
Find
Like
the Universal
Truth
we All
Will
Die
Come Tomorrow
That Too
May Be
a Lie
#B27321
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June 1, 2016 · 7:11 pm
Howard Pyle
the Kennels of Men
–
my Biggest
Fear
That I
Will Have
to Kill
Again
&
Again
the Seer
Said
There Were
Wolves
Parading
As Men
&
I
Was Him
you See
the Taste
was Acquired
In
the Kennels
the Pen
Where
They Taught
you
the Value
of Sin
&
Size
Did Not
Matter
On Wit
you Lived
&
the
Only
Win
Was Standing
Out Side
Bars
That
Did Not
Bend
That my
Friend
Is Fear
#B27321
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May 20, 2016 · 1:32 pm
Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres
Mercy me
–
a Mad
Tea Party
&
you
Invited me
Oh
you Really
Shouldn’t Have
Cause you
See
the Hatter’s
Kind
of Lame
&
the
Tea
Is Kind
of Tame
Not the
Kind
They Use
To Serve
To me
Where
the Rabbit
Would Be
Packing
&
Alice
Would Be
On Her
Knee’s
&
Mercy
Would Be
the Furthest
Thing
you See
That’s
the Kind
of Party
For me
#B27321
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May 13, 2016 · 2:00 am
François Boucher
She
–
It Was
There
In Her
Eyes
Where
my Universe
Lies
#B27321
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October 12, 2014 · 3:25 am
Franz Stuck
Sin
Lights
my Way
As I
Enter
Her Garden
the Trysting
Tree
Is Where
We Meet
the Lawn
the Sun
&
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