Run Away

Showing My Love

Looking through the house,

waiting for the day.

Could I be the one?

Don’t give your life away.

Maybe I will get some more haste

Maybe I will see my life end. 

Crawling through the floor,

quiet as a mouse.

the searchlights are on,

looking for me and one more. 

Maybe I’ll see the light of day. 

Maybe I’ll get away. 

I hear in the distance,

Can you spare a light?

I swear it’s the last time.

I see in the streets.

Can you spare a dime?

Just need some change. 

Give it to my son,

he’s worse off than me,

showing him my love. 

I can see,

I can hear,

the things you do,

when I’m near. 

Just make it by,

buy a life,

one last time,

this time it’s mine. 

I hear in the distance,

Can you spare a light?

I swear it’s the last time.

I see in the streets.

Can you spare a dime?

Just need some change. 

Give it to my son,

he’s worse off than me,

showing him my love.

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Inner Depths

Inner Depths by Sean Bachman 

Medium was digital 

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Leak 3/25/19

Three posts this week


Inner Depths: Art-3/26/19 5:00 MST By Sean Bachman


Showing My Love: Poetry-3/28/19 5:00 MST By Corey Rhodes 


Run Away :Visual Poetry-3/30/19 5:00 MST By Corey Rhodes




Sean Bachman is a good friend and has provided a piece for this week. 








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Caught Fire

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One With The Flame

You’re all here,

let’s make the move,

are you ready to walk?

The fire consumes all that lie,

do you want to feel alive?

Words of wars,

are consuming,

the state. 

Do your worst. 

Feel the blaze,

and let them in. 

I am a monster,

with a lovers curse. 

It’s do or die,

try to live this night. 

I can’t stand it. 

The way you look at me. 

I ruled the day,

it fell away. 

I took a gamble,

on the things I love. 

Now I got to get out of here. 

I ruled the day,

it fell away,

I loved you when I felt strong. 

Now don’t fade away. 

I’m out here in the flames,

of love. 

I wanted to show you,

the easiest of ways.

I’m out here in the flames,

of love.

Maybe one day,

I’ll take that chance,

and be one with the flame.

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Nonchalant

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Leak 3/18/19

Three posts this week


Nonchalant: Visual Poetry-3/19/19 5:00 MST

One With The Flame: Poetry-3/21/19 5:00 MST

Caught Fire: Visual Poetry- 3/23/19 5:00 MST







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Apostates Sedition Part 3: Pandemonium

Start at the Beginning:

Apostates Sedition Part 1: Fruition 

Previous Entry 

Apostates Sedition Part 2: The Vagabond


Next Entry: 

Apostates Sedition Part 4: The Great Machine

Behold, I have seen a great suffering. An event known only to those who had to endure it but no doubt a great suffering indeed. There will be a mass death conducted by one man with his machinations and corrupt soul. However, his weapon is through the power of words and not violence. A man corrupt in mind and soul, spirit and body. A true machination created by the Vagabond to destroy the life that she witnessed before her eyes.

The machination of this man is simple words. Words that were created by a man just like him but different in purity of soul. A great suffering will fall across the globe just with the simple idea passed by the machination but even though a simple idea, it creates a major weight to the world around us and other worlds to come. The simple words will create a great dread in those who hear the machination. A dread so powerful that no one will wish to continue to live and take their own lives. A great suffering created by the man who does not belong, the beginning of the end. He will end many lives just by his presence and he does not belong. 

The man is nothing like I have seen before. Created by the Vagabond to right a mistake and to destroy all that has been created. A man to be known as Pandemonium for the destruction he will cause to many. Known as Pandemonium for the pain and suffering he will afflict to others. Known as Pandemonium for his soul is corrupt from the start. One can only hope that this man will be stopped but he lives on another plane of existence and can only be stopped by my teachings once he has arrived to our plane. Much destruction will happen before he comes to us. He will do so much damage that it cannot be fixed but there is a silver lining. 

One day, he will be defeated regardless of his power. He will lose his power to those who wish to avenge the deaths that he had caused. Though it will not replace the holes that he has created, one day we will see a brighter day with no more death and suffering the streets will be paved with gold and life would be eternal. There cannot be good without bad, there cannot be light without dark. Their wont be a great peace without the great suffering. It has been done, it has been said, and so it shall be. 







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Unheard

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Small Town Romance

I am the drug,

you are the ocean. 

That I sail upon,

I have this great notion. 

If I can live out here,

I'll stay here with you. 

In a small town,

there lives a daughter. 

In love with a man. 

Full of such laughter,

but deep inside he wonders,

if he has a soul. 

If there was one thing I could do,

I would choose to stay with you, 

and with the things that you do,

I can't complain. 

If I had nothing else in sight,

I would be fine. 

There was a man,

coping with living.

He was a great man,

but full of such pity. 

He chose to live on,

with his life. 

There was a way,

he could cope with his terror. 

He looked for a girl,

who’s life was much fairer. 

She could not deny that,

he too has caught her gaze. 

If there was one thing I could do,

I would choose to stay with you, 

and with the things that you do,

I can't complain. 

If I had nothing else in sight,

I would be fine.

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Leak 3/11/19

Three posts this week. 



Small Town Romance: Poetry-3/12/19 5:00 PM MST

Unheard: Visual Poetry-3/14/19 5:00 PM MST 

Apostates Sedition Part 3: Pandemonium: Prophesy-3/16/19 5:00 PM MST






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The Focus

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The Fate

Set up your love 

then bombs. 

Cross the border,

to avoid the law. 

Rushing around,

to prolong your stint,

just waiting to fall. 

Any proclamation to end this,

the weight of the noise,

and I can’t resist it.

It’s really kind of funny. 

I can’t wait to console it. 

I can’t even calm it. 

I blow up to control it. 

Reprimand to destroy it. 

The fate. 

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Your God

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Leak 3/4/19

Three posts this week:



Your God: Visual Poetry-3/5/19 5:00 MST

The Fate: Poetry- 3/7/19 5:00 MST

The Focus: Visual Poetry-3/9/19 5:00 MST



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The Flavor Of The Weak

Please don’t go.

Can I make you stay? 

I want to hear your words.

I want to make this chaos work, 

in my little world.

The focus of attraction,

replace my whole volition.

Please don’t go.

I want to make this work, 

with the chaos of my little world.

I see fires shining bright,

safe down in the Otherside. 

With a black heart of contempt,

I might be complete. 

Is it really so revolting,

when I feel good when men are weak?

Is it just contemplating,

when I feel the heat?

I see you wishing, 

for the best of me.

I can hear your,

sweet nothings.

I can taste your,

sacrificed landing.

The flavor of the weak.

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