An Accentuated Beauty.

A Celtic woman with flowing red locks, / digs silently down by her thatched abode, / for a lost hand-me-down.

Hello Scorpio

Well here you are / You’re the one that almost got away! / Now six inch, nine inch nails / Through the thick of your piss-hole heart.

Luciano Bonatelli: The worst artist in history

The renaissance. An era of immense progress and enlightenment, one that saw unprecedented strides in intellectual and artistic pursuits. Da…

The Ink Of Time.

beyond the black well / of history.

Walking Wounded [a look at public officials’…

The walking wounded tread the halls of power – / On us impinge effects of how they fare. / This is a time when citizens could probe …

A Winter- Land- escape.

Away from the heat of lies, / there is a land of snow.

Better Than History.

Subkingdom Metazoa Chabad-Lubavitch

Past Life.

A multitude of lost scribes

Sail By God’s Compass And Map

To give them a lantern to shine a guiding light of optimism when they were lost in the darkness hopelessness

Commending Christ

This is the “good news,” he professed, and the “good life” depends on it.

Subdued History.

Searching through generations

Flood Of Promises.

I answer with a sigh, / and you forever, your love, / deny.

Aerystade’s back-story

“Where to from here?” This was her internal cry, and when at last she put away her grieving, she set out in a southerly direction with onl…

Avant la Révolution

I was greeted by the sight / of a motley band of peasants – / men, women, children – / some playing instruments

A Few of My Not-Favorite Things

We look at the past over our shoulders, / smiling and sighing for the dear old days gone by. / Life was cleaner, we think, less cluttered, …

Diary of a flashbacker

Whoever thought of splitting  anti-matter into a God particle was a dick.

The Alchemist’s Dream

they had retired to Michurin’s studio where he had painted her portrait; in the silence of the night he had perfectly captured her pa…


You we’re predestined for kingdomship, / Your very existence is a legacy, / The strength, power and courage obtained by ancestory sla…


At once I find myself seemingly overwhelmed. / The resurgence of a trauma inflicted many a lifetime ago – one that theoretically had …

Robert the Bruce


Historical tweets

Napoleon Bonaparte @NappyB69 / Of all the islands to be exiled to, why oh why couldn’t it have been Ibiza? #ElbaSucks / Elizabeth 1 of Engl…

Soldiers of the Corporate Wars

“cannon fodders in a forever-hungry machine”

Cosmic History



Simplicity / intrinsic / instinctive / the natural state / of you / just being you


What we see / the way we behave / variety / the influence / our own / frame of reference / what has gone before / that experience / so ver…

Shattered Time

Over a cold blue sea time fractures, / Blistering into silver shards, sinking / Into unknown kelp, lost depths and sand, / Hours and minute…

The Necklace

I hear keening. / As The People are herded / Along the Trail of Tears, / Dying from exhaustion, / Hunger and despair.

Talk to the hand because the face ain’t lis…

It is perhaps the most obnoxious phrase to ever grace the human oral tradition. Many of us have said it at least once in our lives; whether…

he should have been an artist

i wonder now that you are gone / did you in silence hate your life / prevented as you were / by chains of obligation

World History

One struggles neath the ever bearing hand of tyranny / One rises up in revolution, wanting to be free / One gives his life a soldier so the…

The Silent Guard

Seated alone / An equestrian of years gone by / Watching over the world’s / Deterioration / Decay / Demise / Wondering why / So many…

西域和东土 Remote West Land &The East

母亲补充道: she was the tall lady wearing the wide flower hair board on the picture(板儿头) though she seems not knowing her mum’s name, obv…

The First Fleet

Spend some time with those least fortunate / walk the streets / play in the park / look at all that is beautiful around you.

Click for Adventure

I did close my eyes at the last second but when I opened them I was no longer 70 million years in the past but on a grass covered hillside,…

The Give Everything From Rock History

KeithK: “Hello, I’m calling to report an accident.” / 119: “Where are you?” / KK: “Corner of Huai Hai…


Like ants, we built this colony. / You could be hung for any new felony. / We set to work, clearing land. / And built our prisons with our…

wind word

sadness wind word / loneliness flew away

Forever More

Feel cool hands / Body rise, you’re lovely / Heartbeats dual bands / In sync, con

I love the ancients

So, I love anything to do with history. The ancients are one of the biggest loves in my life. / …I’m sure you history buffs ou…

Discovering the deep

A vast ocean / our churning seas / sit within Earth’s bowl / containing historical treasures / within murky depths / Secrets settled …

The Witch of Erice: A Cautionary Tale

In this way the villagers knew that she was a strega, a witch, most likely one who specialized in the domestic magick of love and fertility…


The line between bravery and stupidity really is absurdly marginal, and a defined sense of conviction only serves to obscure. But with the …

In Like a Lion, Out Like a Lamb

Now you know the origins of in like a Lion and out like a Lamb.

Turtle Egg Dreaming

Turtle egg dreaming design by aboriginal artist kane nelson in digital media. Kanes original dot artwork is found in many galleries, vic go…

Fort Rock Falcons

Fort Rock, a huge lava rock edifice rising out of the Oregon desert some 70 miles south of Bend, resembles the ruins of a Roman Coliseum wi…


This prose-poem is a personal analysis of some of the ideas of Walter Benjamin(1892-1940).


Such is the way of the gods.


The faded paper conceals broken boards of elapsed memories that were repositioned on prettier garbage.


History will divulge the conduct a former president’s son / If not in this life perhaps in another one.


fifty lives ago / we met in the sacred olive grove / our roots have touched

Late Night Musings of a History Student

Call me Copernicus, for I am consumed with the revolutions of your heavenly body.

Japan’s Living Treasures

“Laughing boisterously, all the divers were thrusting out their chests, boastfully exhibiting their breasts. …. Everybody laughed. They wer…

Black History

Black History / The cradle of mankind / Evolved within the mind / Forged, created bind / Travelled, foraged, find / A history so traverse /…

When Dream’s Sleep.

to have dream t while you were not asleep.

Map of Destiny.

Of an emptiness / my journey is born


To Memory

A sugar coated history

History, I’m told, is written by the winners, / Who distort facts, erase them, make their dirty deeds cleaner,

Addicted to Education

I pour myself a shot of English 101 and taste proper sentence structure, / feeling the sting of predicate nouns in my throat. / I chase it …

The Pioneers Of Color (about Black cowboys)

There were Black cowboys. It ain’t just some rumor. / Your teacher won’t tell you, but we were there all along


(THE AGE OF EXPLORATION Chapter VII number 9) / 7.9 a land of myth and mystery, / a brave new world begging conquest / open to any settler…


(PROSE & CONSECRATION Chapter V) / 5.1 France’s influence was weakened / throughout Europe by the Black Death, / the church’s ranks…


+ a whole lot of ingenious might = / “We are wheels down / on Mars. Oh, my God.” / Unreal. / 8.6.12

Does History have a Direction?

History is a Net, that tide us all together, sometimes we can see it, many times we don’t. But it does, constantly and in faster speed

History Eraser

these clothes were manufactured to fit around me

Parramatta Park

. . . the swaggie casts his crusts to the four winds, and Pemulwuy’s Dreaming flies and lives and sings . . .

hell’s own rock (dreamscape)

o grayblock razorwired mother, / what secrets does your ancient womb sequester?


Further up the road a burning horse momentarily causes the cars to slow down. The Fuhrer does not feel sick. Not a bit of it.

Most Popular Song in History

There are many songs which has gained its popularity throughout history and maintain itself for long periods and sang occationally as peopl…

A Brief History of Love

She was bright and kind, he wild and out-of-control. It was love at first sight.


One day you will open your eyes and awake to the realization that you are surrounded by an endless concrete jungle, and the only thing you …

Frantic History

Walking these streets alone, past midnight, / and I can’t tell if I want you here, / and I can’t tell if I love him, or loath him, / or bot…


From passions depths, / A succabus escaped, / From the depths of hell, / Stemmed our wicked embrace, / Blossoming with sin, / You took my h…

5:40am lullabye

I haven’t had a drink in a while, / But the life that I had, turned all good dreams bad, / I’m not proud of the choices I made, / Please Lo…

Regrets?Non, je non regrette rien.

A Quill to curb your macabre curiosity, / A scratching stylus bleeding the ink into the page, / The crimson flow, flows from artist to art,…

Once upon a time, there was a bird and a bee̷…

There once was a bird, and a bee, / Not one, but two, not three, / They blurred as they buzzed underneath their sacred tree, / Chauffeured …

Once I was asked why I write?

Sometimes we write, / When we are alone, / Little words, marching together, / Whilst we sit on our linguistic throne, / The sentences that …

Oil uber alles

Achtung citizens of war, / You helped build all the guns, / Those that murdered and maimed, / You bought all those bombs, / That set whole…


Lost in the moment, / Lost in the dream, / Surreal flights of fancy, / Where nothing is real, / And nothing is free. / I embrace the darkne…

Son of God

Take my body, Take my blood, / Your cannabalism shall purge your soul. / Make me famous, make me immortal, / Eat my body, And drink my bloo…

Love’s not real

The blood drains down, / Like the devil’s rain, / We will bathe tonight, / In Heaven’s pain. / We are the haters, / Full of con…


It’s nearly midnight, and you can feel the burn, / The rum is kicking in, you are beginning to learn. / You can’t escape your d…

A feminine love story

Every rise and fall of the water / Crystalline and beautiful / Mesmerises and captivates / Any who look without purpose / To imagine how th…

Taken too soon

A kiss from the stars, shining above, / Sprinkle down from sky, / Showering me with your love, / Is it too late to say goodbye? / I never r…

Exiled to the scheme

I promised to my wife and children, that I would not touch another drop as long as I lived. But where are they now. / I stumble to the kitc…

I miss you

As I stood alone outside your store, / I realised that you were more, / Than all the other stupid whores, / You were something akin to me, …

Made of Wicker

Just as the raged river storms, / My love for you was truly born / Now I must find a way, / To make you pay, / For your sins against me. / …

Wahre Liebe

She loves him. Of that she is almost sure. It hurts too much for it not be love. She remembers a few lines from a long forgotten folk song;…


The girl came fleeing from her mud-brick house, and he mowed her down with a rapid fire from his M4 carbine. / It seemed as if everything h…

On my knees

Do you want to be my side, / Do you want our love to survive, / The love that we shared, / Should be spared, / From this great controversy.…

Gott ist tot

All hope is gone, and blood is running down the streets, / As the river rises, we are flooded by the heat, / Cowering in defeat, we struggl…

The tree of life

Once again, here I am, / Sitting beneath my Judas tree, / The irony is apt, / This will make me free, / I’ve spent my whole life bene…

Last writ

I am wondering how I could leave my heart behind, / Then these feelings would be gone, / These thoughts would not be in my mind, / I seem t…

Deep Waters

A poem dedicated to the lost brave fishermen of Gloucester, Massachusetts and their families.

The Cyclops Child: a story of Ancient Greece

I had another reason for believing the scroll was valid and not some work of fiction. I also found a skull. The skull was perhaps the tru…

Willow Weep

. . . Of women lovin’ their men / clinging to what’s been, / A longing ancient / in our soul.

Oral History

Stories of life. / Episodes of love. / Happenings, mischiefs, secrets. / This morning on the bus. Traffic held up, unknown distortions o…
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