December 12, 2016 · 7:42 pm
#B27321
Prose II
–
It Is
Implied
That you
Read
What
I Write
That you
Don’t Hide
Behind
Multiple Accounts
&
your Contests
Are Legit
Not
the Old
Bait
& Switch
How Does
That Hit
If
I am
Wrong
Take It
On
the Chin
Not
your Minions
Send
Censor me
&
I Win
Wear It
Proud
Cause
you Ken
I Write
What
I Feel
Sorry
If It
Makes
you Squeal
That’s
How I
Deal
Aces
& Eights
#B27321
P.S.
Don’t Give me
None of That
Doctor Ruth
Bull Shit
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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
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May 3, 2016 · 3:07 am
Lawrence Alma-Tadema
Rebel
–
Grey
Would Be
the Color
the Color
Of
my Skies
Like
the Uniform
Of Soldiers
Of Soldiers
Sent Off
To Die
Can
I Help
I Feel
For Banners
For Banners
Covered
In Lies
Maybe
It’s Just
the Battle
the Battle
That Cries
Never
Never
Never Will
you Bend
Never
Never
Never Will
you Win
#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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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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December 9, 2015 · 2:32 pm
Eugène Delacroix
Leighton’s Projector
–
I Have Done It.
I Have Created the Projector,
a Portal to Another Dimension.
X
or What Ever the Inhabitants
of This Hellish World,
the Shadow People Call It.
Long Have I Fought
These Delusions of a Fragmented Mind.
Now,
They Will Find
That my Insanity was No Laughter.
That These Were the Demons
That Escaped the Chest,
Till Only Hope was Left.
These Were the Maladies,
Our Second Selves.
All Our Fears & Self Loathing,
Like Diseased Bags In the Wind.
Purge This Land
Till Only God Man Is Left Standing,
We can Win.
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Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line
–
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June 9, 2015 · 4:46 pm
Vlad Tepes Painting
Dark
&
Grimm
Dripping
With
Sin
The Battles
I Wage
I Win
Sopping
my Bread
With
Blood
Born
Dracul
Dragon
I
Stand
#B27321
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May 24, 2015 · 9:51 am
Pirate Flag of Henry Every
Choices
you Say
Mine
Were Made
Long Ago
Long Before
I
Was Born
First Choice
Last Choice
Roll
the Bones
Never
Was
I
To Win
#B27321
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