August 4, 2016 · 1:05 am
Pierre Juilien Gilbert
Burn
–
Burn
Was the
Echo
In my
Head
Burn
Was
What
the Board
Had
Said
Burn
was What
the Candles
Did
As
the Room
Was Set
a Light
Burn
Is What
She Said
As She
Melted
In
the Night
Burn
Is What
the House
Did
All
In Flames
Burn
Is How
the Memory
Remains
–
Burn
Was
the Baby
In
It’s Bed,
Burn
I Would
Rather,
Than Not
Be Dead
–
Burn
Is
the Planchette
In
my Hand,
Burn
I Know
I Must
Be Damned
–
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May 19, 2016 · 7:02 am
Gustave Dore
For you
–
Lost
Love
a Tale
of Woe
This Is
What
Screams
To me
For you
my Lyre
Would Sing
&
I
Would Go
Down Deep
To
the Very
King
&
Melt
His
Icy Throne
Just
To Taste
your Sweet
Skin
Once
More
#B27321
–
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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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January 29, 2016 · 8:00 pm
Gustave Dore
& She
Like a Mother
Introduced me To Heather
a Runner
of Back Alleys & Clip Joints
All Dark Eyes
& Gin Soaked Thighs
I Let Her Lead me Down That Hall
& Many More
In Love With the Waste
That Became my Life
The Knife
& Impossible Heists
Were the Dreams I Would Cling To
As the Sodden Sheets
Muffled Our Screams
Mad Dogs
Who Bite
Burning Way
To Bright
Mesmerized
By
the Light
Would we
Find
Death
To Night
#B27321
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November 28, 2015 · 4:02 am
Howard Pyle
Born Bad
To Be
Pawn
to No
Man
me
&
my
Red Hands
Stand
UnBroken
a Rally
Point
to Those
Who Would
Rather
be Damned
Than Live
Bent
&
–
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October 20, 2015 · 12:46 pm
Joshua Reynolds
The Rain
Streaming Down
Streaking
the Windows
Through
Reminds me
Of you
the Last
Time
to Say
Good Bye
On Such
Nights
we Would
Huddle
Tight
the Thunder
&
Roar
Keeping Beat
the Storm
Ridden On
&
On
to the
Coming Morn
Sated
to Drift
Off
to Gentle
–
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