October 14, 2018 · 6:47 pm
Gustave Dore
Dragons
of Krynn
Wurm’s
of Sin
the Dark Queen’s
Sordid Git
Stars Fall
Constellations Worth
to Fight & Die
& Then Transport
This World Dies
Rebirth
the Struggle Continues
For the Just
For We Are All Flawed
& Chaos Must
Fall Before
a Kender’s Lust
the Child
That Never Dies
Still Lives
Behind Our Eyes
the Twinkle
of Mischief
What’s Behind
the Next Sun Rise
( the Jewel That Cried )
#B27321
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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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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 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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January 28, 2017 · 10:46 pm
Waterhouse
Stranger
–
Stranger,
What Is Stranger
Than Looking
In to the Eyes
of a Man
you Will Never Meet.
a Wooden Effigy
of a Man
Meant to Save me.
Save me,
From What
a World Gone Mad
From Lust & Spite.
From Religions
Screaming Kill, Kill, Kill,
In the Dead of Night.
From Politicians
Who Want
to Control my Every Right.
Stranger,
What Is Stranger
Than the T.V. Blasting Media
to Make me Number & Dumber
Than Ever Before.
Till I am So Scared
of a Quite Mind
That Constant
Stimulation
& Instant Gratification
Has Drove me Nuts.
Stranger,
Staring In to the Eyes
of a Freak,
a Man Who Thinks
He Can Be Free.
That Shackles & Prison
Don’t Mean a Thing.
That Broken Wings Can Fly.
Stranger, That Man Is me,
the Mirror Reflecting
Till Cracks
Are All I See.
Stranger, Stranger, Stranger,
the Stranger Is me.
Cut Off From the World,
Till my Soul Screams
For Human Touch,
But Strangers, Strangers,
Are All I See.
Strangers to the Pain & Tough,
Strangers When we Know
we Die a Lone.
What Is Stranger
Than Forcing my Mind & Thoughts
In to 200 Word Counts,
to Appease
my Greed & your Need.
#B27321
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June 4, 2016 · 2:24 am
Evariste Vital Luminais
Captain Bull Shit
–
I am
a Super
Hero
I Cry
Bull Shit
When Ever
I See
It
If I
Have
Abused
my Powers
Only you
Can
Tell me
How
to Stand
In
a World
of Plastic
Clowns
Is Why
I Was
Endowed
–
Bull Shit
Is
the Cry
As I
Dot
you
In
the Eye
Bull Shit
Is
the Theme
As I
Beat you
To
your Knees
Bull Shit
Is
the Sound
As I
Put you
In
the Ground
#B27321
–
Now Remember
Kids
Only you
Can Prevent
Bull Shit
–
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May 16, 2016 · 8:24 pm
Arthur Rackham
Aquarius
–
To Day
Is
the Day
the World
UnFurls
All your
Dreams
&
Wishes
are In
Store
#B27321
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March 31, 2016 · 7:46 pm
Peter Nicolai Arbo
–
the Freedom
to #Be
me.
–
–
Hope
That #Things
Will
Change.
–
to Make
#What
we Dream.
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March 16, 2016 · 8:34 pm
Français
Prose
–
It Is
HeartBreaking
to See
How Gay
your Entries
are
Compared
To me
If you
Do Not
Believe
Come Read
–
I Had
To Breathe;
So Take
as It
Reads.
Heart Breaking
To me;
Bull Shit
to Thee.
The Flip
& Toss,
All
or Loss
–
In
the End
we All
Die Alone;
So Yeah
In a
Sense
It’s me
Against
the World,
Twitter
Is Just
an Easy
Way
to Get
In Touch.
Gay
Just Works
In the
Play
of Words.
Really Though,
I Dare
to Compare
my Work
Against All;
Stands
not Fall
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February 6, 2016 · 3:13 am
Bernhard Strigel
Twisted Dreams of Things
Never Meant for This World to See
Like Bugs With In my Skin
#B27321
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