The Sophist

2017-03-28 12:00 am

Lo
Alas
Loneliness
Encrypt my heart
From all the lies
Malicious hacks
Injecting pins in
Plur attacks
Controlling +
Alt-shifted minds
That place
I know
I am reminded
Of you
And I
Am unrequited
Still life
It goes
With booming silence
That light
That love
That caused the violence
That's not me
I am the silence
I surf through wind
I soar with lions
Still all my life
I witness
Nothing
Blood
Spill from my heart
My crimson shining
Armor lay beside it
Quiet
Still life
On it goes
In episodes
No heart decrypting
In fear our fear begets
Compromising love to death

Gord

2017-03-28 12:00 am

Forgone lectures,
Postponed letters,
Now apropos,
Lessons to a horse.

Lesions and sores,
Plague of the bed,
Everyone to lye in.
Pleasure center torn,
Smash that like button,
Feel at home.

Gord

2017-03-23 12:00 am

He plays a secret chord,
Known before, unexplored,
A boy and a man Fandango.
Winner considered Lord,
Or mastered patience.

Gord

2017-03-22 12:00 am

Sitting on the curb,
I see nothing,
Fondling opportunity,
So I say nothing.

The rainbow melancholy
Probably of nobody,
Probability muddied,
Elite in discussion.

Procession of remedy,
Salve of urine,
Bandage of gold,
Who heals a beast,
Of legend told?

Behold the pale horse,
Final legendary colt.
Leaving our houses unsold,
Every bed unmade,
Sheets still folded.

Gord

2017-03-21 12:00 am

Driving to the cottage,
Mouths full of espoinage.
Talk of bondage world,
Floral arrangements,
Done by potheads.

The Sophist

2017-03-21 12:00 am

Grey Sky Go Away
Filling Our World With Colour
World Poetry Day

Gord

2017-03-21 12:00 am

Flowers lace the sill,
Stone frames of lifestyle,
Sagging windows in vogue,
Stolen valor of masonry,
Following sanctioned power,
Also stolen.

Perhaps I play the fool,
Pen in hand,
Man of head,
Felled in mind.
Thinking you would see me again,
With love timeless.

Tired eyes of the tire fires,
Loving fights in the shallows,
She lacks enacting desire,
Not inadequacy.
Big fish never leaves home, 
Aptly.
Living to throw,
Never catching.

Pursuit of unkempt bastards,
Told only lies,
Keeping only pictures,
Stones still held higher,
Designated only pitchers,
A Fighter drowns afterward.

Gord

2017-03-13 12:00 am

A convent future,
Convenience sutured,
Malice upon the roof,
Palace upon a stoop.
Firearms task the soup,
Cannot we further pepper?
Appropriate tutelage,
Knowledgeable common beggars.
Pro Ipsal softer sophism.

Saddle up the dogs of war,
Give their forward movement.
Mass upon the louver,
Tasks of Stratford-upon-Avon,
A Dramatic future.
Tossing away bombs of truth,
For convenient nomenclature.
Trading lawn darts for rapiers.

The Sophist

2017-03-10 12:00 am

Nobody is so great,
Nobody is so pretty,
Nobody has such class,
Such taste.
Nobody believes in nothing,
Nobody learns scales for melodies.
I am nobody.

Gord

2017-03-08 12:00 am

Only tragedy of the pen,
Everything self penned,
Self authored.
Cherishing the gift of god,
but with silent laughter.

Floating dynasty upon the water,
Field my dreams, take my island,
Let me spend my days a wander,
Looking for your prodigal child,
With no time for spectacular novels,
Cobblestone violence or love chided.
Machiavellian influenced religion,
Post irony, Post music,
Long, long, into the future.
Where no human exists,
Only Nature.

The Sophist

2017-03-06 12:00 am

Those Girls; They're Tasteless.
Waist Lips Off-Shore to Faces.
Beach Lips of Wasted.

Gord

2017-03-03 12:00 am

Partridges fly,
Above the land they admire,
Moon rocks to the scientist,
Fertility given to a goddess,
Pointless admiration.
So begins desire,
The bird flies higher,
Further from the ground,
Wherefore no dreams to mire.
Society jobs to a miser.
My job is too dry,
Hands cracking, without water.
Voice loud enough to deny it.

Gord

2017-02-28 12:00 am

Mace in my eyes,
Ire in my heart.
Desire at the port,
Ships cause divide;
Yellow violets field,
Uplifting and stealing.
They never were blue,
Banking on healing;
They dye red his suit,
With hope of upheaving,
He dies in it anyway,
The price of believing. 

The Sophist

2017-02-20 12:00 am

Read It?
Ask Me Everything
I'll push Gord higher on the swing
Taking pictures
Drawing them
"Oh, Well"
Is the way it is
Leave comments on my everything
Really mean them
I'll take pics
Screenshots
If they're jokes or kind
Or if young Will would crack at it
Backlit scriptures
Cherishing
The lols
The LMF-ing our A's off
And the rofl-ing
Sun sets daily
Raise the pen
Draw more
Take another pic
I'll call the piece Gord in the park
I'll post a link
That's my art
The Post
How I package it
The reason that I'm drawing pics
Writing poems
Sharing them
Have you seen it?
Draw it differently
Your art can be some savage meme
If you want it
Empathy
Feel It?
It's a personal thing

Gord

2017-02-17 12:00 am

Cubs pride design to hunt,
In parable, from a bird's eye,
They sit upon rooftops,
Chilling out in caste.
Smoking weed and desiring,
Maybe the future holds tomorrow,
Tomorrow bring the last.

Huns perspiring at American funds,
Infinite systems of foreign gods.
The Americans scoff,
Savage preparing for battles cost,
Yet they lost. Gold and all.
Wasted bombs landed on land,
Nobody was ever on.
Intelligence of bitten tongues;

Gord

2017-02-15 12:00 am

Passage to the heart clogged,
Life maudlin, poor starting,
Racers to support their mark,
Post revelation reveal fakery.
Mock factories bailing no hay;
Poor neighbors decide to stay,
Demand jobs and prosperity,
And the American way.
Self flagellation pays,
Workers find jobs,
Pride as their mainstay,
Thy world in bondage,
Thy wounds inflamed.

Gord

2017-02-14 12:00 am

Handsome men play Diablo Two.
Getting keys forever free,
Looks alone topple trees,
Fire will forever consume.
Millennials play Diablo Three,
Pay to play, stay for free,
Books alone could stand true,
Everything better, Diablo Two.

Gord

2017-02-03 12:00 am

Red Tie, Blue Tie.
Presidential Hierarchy.