Gord

2021-05-03 02:19 am

Ire infinite, by ignorance 
Life is not made by appearances,
Science fiction or analyzing images.
Ironic it should be so definite:
Want of intelligence, talking skeleton,
In the end an experiment of my own.

Wind instrument requiring discipline:
With a single word thy kingdom learnt,
Like a little tiny recumbent bicycle,
Not even big enough for one person,
For certain, mine is life livable,
But is the danger really worth it?

Gord

2021-04-30 09:56 am

No matter where, more savage men,
They know end, Lord knows them,
Nothing but storm and unrest.

No pants, unkempt, 
But at least yourself.
One could fly to a moon,
To talk flags in the end.