September 15, 2018 · 10:02 pm
Peter Nicolai Arbo
a Mother Fights For Her Cub
That’s Love
Can you Not See This Is Wrong
Stand Strong
–
Can We
Do Any Less
For Her Son
–
you Deserve
a Rest
After Defending your Nest
I Hope you Feel Better
& your Son’s
Pain Is Less
–
We Will Continue To Test
Is Human Decency Left
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April 12, 2018 · 9:45 am
Rafael Flores
Has Crawled
Forth
From
the
Covered
In
Like
a True
Son
Taking Fame
From
Names
but We
Are Wrong
Filed under Topics
Tagged as B27321, Bog, Covered, Covered In Lies, Crawled, Crawled Forth, David Hogg, Dead, Dead Names, Democratic, Democratic Son, Discord, Fame, Forth, Fox News, Freedom, From, Harbinger, Hogg, James O'Keefe, James Woods, Laura Ingraham, Lies, Like, Names, Pawn, Poetry, Prison, Rafael Flores, Revolution, Slavery, Son, Taking, Taking Fame, True, Twitter, Wrong, Wyrd
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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September 13, 2017 · 12:22 am
Waterhouse
Wrong
–
Finder
Don’t Like
No Rhymer
Thinking
Poetic Verse
a Curse
She Hopes
to Hold
my Thoughts
At Bay
to Slay
the Singing
Song
That Is
my Pen
Wrong
#B27321
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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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September 20, 2014 · 6:54 pm
Raphael
@markcoker
&
@Smashwords
Still
Waiting
On
An Answer
Empty
Words
&
False
Assurances
Is Not
What
I am
After
Satisfaction
Right
my Wrong
For
Head
Ache
&
Hassle
That
Story
Historical
Fact
Not
Fiction
What
Say
You
–
Filed under Smashwords
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