The Sophist

2017-08-10 12:51 am

What a difference a day makes 
I’ve seen the power when skies are grey
The impact of a toppled tower
Seen lives devoured that are never reclaimed
People that are never the same
Choked up in the powder
What a difference a day makes

Playing 808s and my heartbreaks
Drinkin Whisky and champagne
Forget the sun and the flowers
This is gonna be a long twenty-four hours 
What a difference a day makes

The Sophist

2017-08-06 06:07 pm

Weekends in the park
Played all around the bay
Rarely bearing witness 
To a mending of the cages
Yet on and on we play

Running through the fields
Making treasures out of nothing
When we see new holes appear
We rarely fill them up

Digging with our heels
Making new rules as the game unfolds
Developing new fears
It's been going for years, you know
In the middle of the day

Weekends in the park
Played all around the bay
Rarely bearing witness 
To a mending of the cages

We play it in the dark
In the middle of the day
The weather's never perfect
Yet on and on we play
Cageball is an art, a craft,
and a wonderful game

Gord

2017-07-26 12:17 pm

I desire might,
and the mighty mine.
Mileage begotten,
Piles of garbage rotten,
Finally the dump be mine;
Kingdom lost to rat men,
Again mightier than I.

Gord

2017-07-25 12:25 pm

The earth poetry,
Pro apros, for her,
Hair flowing,
Grave guarded,
True to the dirt,
Forever ardent.

Temporal and lack taste,
True feelings Antarctic,
Soil barbed, heart anemic,
Loose moral decanter,
Measured in yardsticks.
Yet life scenic,
Living wage garnished.

Gord

2017-07-18 06:12 pm

Like a dull axe she finds problems,
Forever chopping away at them, honest,
Heart longing for promise disregarded;
Dressed for the ward, fully pardoned;
Walking son further follows suit,
Continuing without education,
Tongue misconstruing in search;
Fuhrer didactic, in foolish,
Shooting skies of oration,
Bullets true to the earth;
Flippant remarks of life,
Piousness to the dirt,
Burying words in nonsense,
Burning iron and desertion;
Shakespeare by any other name,
Apt it was before tall tales,
Lies furious among the vegetation,
Born, lived and smothered there;
Meat filler, then life billiard,
Son born a killer,
Writing of nonsense,
Mentally ill, political figure,
Opinion maudlin.

Gord

2017-07-13 01:16 pm

Past tomorrow I see no lecterns.
The horse speaks, lack luster,
Words worthless,
 and everyone taking pictures;
Girls wet as many pitchers,
Barn doors close windowless;
Blissful peace again,
Silencing planes overhead,
Standing tall as clouds,
Power small as a child,
Foreign tongue, power bottom,
University educated,
Now you've got 'em.

Maybe whispered tomorrow,
Today lives in industry, 
Claws large as the gut,
Staged imagery for one;
Paper mimicry of a doll,
Feigned apathy of a sun;

Avreen

2017-07-07 06:24 am

I sat under the tree glancing nearby,
hoping to find someone who could see me cry.
Dreaming about a happier place,
I stood up and walked speeding up my pace.
I saw a girl sitting on the green bench looking as if trying to hide,
Just like me maybe no one was there by her side;
and with loneliness surrounding and head down 
she suddenly looked up gazing around.
Seeing her face, I turned back in trauma
and saw something which I could never forget
"Why do you look back? This agony and pain ruined my life
Its about that rain of acid which turned my cheerful life into a life so vapid".
With tears all gone, I held her head high
"there is no need for you to cry."
You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen
and I am not lying because I totally mean.
All punishments for the guilty are too small,
it is now time for him to fall.
I then realized that in this world of misery and sadness, there is a lot to see
Even the acid victims have the right to live just as a common girl like me.

Gord

2017-06-20 04:22 pm

Cardinal decision,
Restitution fuzzy,
Life full of miracles,
Nothing mastered,
Poor left darkened,
Prone to hazard;
Forlorn and fozzie,
Smoking hashish,
Life form conclusion,
Pride malarkey;
Doors departing.

Forms of might solvent,
Parted fighting.
Assets from god mighty,
A surety found apartide;
Their bond broken,
Kids bong smoking;
Dressed down in a skirt, 
In a world of blue jeans;
Beavers and loons still fighting.

Gord

2017-05-23 12:00 am

The moon meets the earth.
Gravity failing,
Dirt flailing,
Stars in distance waver,
Their faith imitation.
Full life intimation,
Planets align,
Languishing minds desire,
Darkness within fire,
Which tapers and eventually dies.
So hope your hero pursues ire,
Producing a more temperate climate.
Men forged in water, 
Are Birthed in peace.
And Forget their place,
Yet say their piece.

The Sophist

2017-05-18 12:00 am

Singing out loud
For other people 
To hear it
Feel it
Steal the melodies
I keep searching 
Myself 
For some meaning
Breathing anxiously

We just need some time to meditate and breath
Like a tree our minds will open naturally
Burning logs in the fire as we sing our songs at night
Our thoughts oxidize, join the fire, and rise

Gord

2017-05-12 12:00 am

Dreams of the past float away,
Tired dying in contemplation,
Away from the fertile mates.
Tomorrow's savior never stays,
Often lying of false hopes,
Those who bestay his ropes.
Betrayed again.
No whole boat exists,
The sea depleted,
Forlorn and pissed,
True Scotsman brave it.

Gord

2017-05-10 12:00 am

Folly of the hopeful hammer,
Swinging away blind, aimless.
Homer of the hero's fate,
Not affluent, just writing,
With his household safe.
Self-flagellation, Self lying.
Living a pirate lifestyle,
Irate in heart, child in mind.
Chide, mock, then violate,
It fucking vibrates the soul.

Gord

2017-05-04 12:00 am

Mired in consolation,
Known second placer,
For now it rains,
But weather tapers.

Our time forever,
Yet never lasting,
The rain pours on,
The reverb ashen.

Three more passage,
The sun fades,
The moon asks it:
How about a trade,
Your fools, my athletes?
The sun contemplates:
What is life but a laugh,
And rises from ashes.

Gord

2017-05-02 12:00 am

She writes poems of heart,
Often written of donkey,
Her poor forms of art,
Read to visiting monkeys,
Lower than a garden to him.
Porous as a soul set afire,
Or as the garden's soil,
Mixed in with family dirt,
Who grow weed and stay poor.

Gord

2017-04-27 12:00 am

Foreign art plastered,
Partizan attitude mastered,
World politics blunt,
Our pastor burnt,
Along with his frontage.

Decorum not fantastic,
Sheets plastic, drapes plastic.
Their hearts taken, affront,
Given pacemaker suns,
Along with fromage,
Some 21st century love.

Gord

2017-04-21 12:00 am

Taste manufactured,
Inner eye manic,
Skills casual,
Desires casual,
If employers pass on you,
The endless job, application.
And the world turns without.

Gord

2017-04-13 12:00 am

Three graves enacted,
Women ponder,
Men ponder,
Minds wanderlust,
Solution never founded,
Riddles forever onward.

Gord

2017-04-06 12:00 am

All of our dreams,
All of the seen,
Streets of gold,
Earth paved silent.

Fervor of the dying,
Nobody truly leaving,
Merely living their lives.
No victims of violence, 
No solace from desire.

Further pushed from an entirety,
Exquisiteness of machined life.
Pursuant of milled tile,
Years of desire, without fight,
The boxer stands ready,
Hands firmly at his side, 
Resolve still unbroken,
Acceptance in his mind.