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Gord

2022-01-05 10:48 pm
Right person, wrong time,
Mother was right,
Life is not a slice pie,
Sweetness inside,
Yet better divided.

Imagination lame,
Deception, I change,
Mirror, terrified gaze.

Do dreams for tomorrow,
Define today?
I wish to wish my dreams away,
Live a simple teal or gray.

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Gord

2021-12-22 01:52 am
Mollasses, grasses,
So slowly time passes,
Until masses stand up.

Hunt and hunt and hunt,
Fuck and fuck and fuck.
Until nothing is left,
Eating worms, grubs and bugs.
Sovereign and one language,
But towers are what we love,
Mountains of Earth, plum
Counter-part to flowers,
Darkness, we become.

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Gord

2021-12-21 04:53 am
In the car, cutting corners,
Misnomer, or misfortune;
Of emotion, a disclosure
All I feel is the moment,
Brushing motion and smell of burning horses.

Of importance:
Kings and clowns,
With benefit of doubt,
One is better without.

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Gord

2021-12-15 11:23 am
What am I to be?
A hive of bees, I see.
Time, clouds,
Sky, crowns,
Right now tied down,
Time, dreams,
Lies, deceit,
An ice house drowns,
What am I to be?
Composer of songs,
A giver of feelings?

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Gord

2021-12-14 04:44 am
One last deal, a man's feet,
Glass sharp as steel, 
Half free, half demand,
Protect land from the sea.

Footing, Looking up,
Good enough, discuss,
Bullshit words, wooden result.
All I can see is the head:
Bad feeling in the bed,
If only I could fold my hands, 
Lean, sleep and dream.
The chaos I would see.

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psyaviah

2021-12-07 09:00 am
We are stories
  Ideas
  Tales of us were told
  Long before we were

We are stories
  Ghosts wandering 'n minds
  Tales of us passed on
  Long after we were

We are alone
  Together
  In sadness, in joy: we become human

We don't exist
  We're nothingness
  Unless we share
  Unless we're two or more

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psyaviah

2021-12-07 08:58 am
Trackside, the engineer twists and turns
Back and forth - on the chair
Tapping feet
Biting their lips
Clenching fists

The balance must be right

Between performance, between life
Focus, forthright
In every tiny decision
Every design to make
Weighing off the balance of winning
Versus the life one could take

At light speed, the pilot twists and turns
Every lap, committed in the highest of G's
Back and forth - shifts and learns
Working wrists
Operating feet

The balance must be right

Between speed, between sight
In every corner
A decision awaits
Weigh the balance of life
Versus the passion to race

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psyaviah

2021-12-07 08:53 am
Winters of sleep,
a white canvas,
broken dreams,
cut sharp like shards of glass.

Day-blush,
but graceless
eyes wide opened,
anxious and helpless.

Raindrops on the glass,
hangover, reality, facts,
as the window cracks,
distant memories of what once was.

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Gord

2021-11-26 05:13 am
A horn right where the heart is,
A horn is where we started,
Beasts of a Godhead, snort,
What else would they know?

Seven heads, Seven hills, a woman sits,
Fearing what we couldn't fix is still amiss,
On top of the hill, one digests the hits,
The house my father built is sticks.

This calls for a mind with wisdom,
Or A horn right where the heart is.
For economics, For a little longer,
For when they finally got it,
The realization, it was violent.

Then floods, then nothing.

No foundation to stand on,
I must found myself, found my call,
But the houses my father built are gone.

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Gord

2021-11-18 05:16 am
Beauty, all its mystery,
Maybe this is all a dream,
Belief instinctively,
Anger, or misery,
Or is it grief within me?

Imagine living, symptom-free,
Imagine, breathing with relief,
Instead coughing and wheezing,
Sleeping with vivid dreams,
While sleeping in the street.

A body smeared with honey,
Head to feet, conceit,
Declared supreme,
Yet not even complete.

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Gord

2021-10-21 07:04 am
To write irate,
Like Ivy failed,
The time it takes,
Is flies to drakes.

Reveal beneath the cape, water,
Fantastic I can see the shape.
Father should I peel the grapes?
I only question the time it takes.

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Gord

2021-10-20 04:23 am
Coastal Landscapes, plum, and dates,
Noble Magnates, all things awake,
Ocean to space, 
Poems to plays,
Stone, earth and clay.
Snow, October to May, 
A local band still plays.

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Gord

2021-10-18 11:08 pm
Maybe more, Male Ego,
Four visits, no picnic,
What makes trees grow?
Speaking indignantly?

Gold fillings, your visits,
Lazy form English,
Everyday one grows cynical,
It's in the way he spoke.

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Gord

2021-10-04 05:37 pm
A horse runs, devoid of time,
A whale dives, despite depth,
Vowel Rhyme,
Towel, dye,
Common find,
Calm in mind.
Triage, lies,
Between fires,
Flickering light.

Sometimes a horse dives,
Often times, In your eyes,
The horse survives,
In my mind, one more time.

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Gord

2021-10-02 02:38 am
Like a rabbit in a trap,
Wiggle dance, calls,
Nobody calls back.
Wiggle dance, candle wax,
Like man, cash advanced,
Calls, nobody calls back.

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Gord

2021-09-22 03:23 am
Feet scurry for cheese,
Hurry before reading,
No need for heeding,
Just release then meaning.
A fella down, dread, and doubt,
I prefer to be the second mouse,
Rather than become death,
I prefer to see it out.

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Paulopalztheripper

2021-09-18 02:40 pm
#THE RIPPER#

Do yourself a favour
When he hurts you
Do not do fit a hug
My hands will be tied
When he abandons you
Do not seek refuge in me
I would have gone abroad 
When he despises you
Do not come for my live 
I would be short if feelings
My heart has gone sour
Bleed out cold and dead
My humanity's been shut
I have gone all black and grey
My heart seems to be missing
Emotions are long gone
I have accepted grief and pain
Sadness and misery now clothe mW
Love's been sent out of my window
When he abandons you
Your face ruthlessly smashed to he ground
Your arms brutally ripped apart
Your body gracefully cut to pieces, but by bit
When I think of you
Even hope despairs
Faith has its doubt
Bravery now shivers
Your slow and painful death
Is all I await
For I am the ripper.
🚫
#paulopalz#
#theripper#

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Gord

2021-09-16 08:48 am
Truffle, my gems are gone.
All bets are off.
Swan, water, ruffles,
Trouble underwater,
The fish will balk:
Death march talk becomes bubbles, 
They beg off, shot in the stomach,
Test nothing, swim to the bottom.

Lord, I spoke to God.
Soft, I sodded off.
Man, laughter, shuffle,
Trouble in the park,
People just forgotten:
Talking until nonsense,
Their tussles long,
Of consequence and knowledge,
Then replaced by logs.

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