Gord

2016-11-15 12:00 am

Classical antiquity in his eyes,
In the future he sees nothing.
No hummus made of pain,
No main containing animal.
How will his likeness continue,
With same vein, similar virtues?
In the mind propaganda becomes true.

Selling Kerchiefs with his likeness,
The future becomes today,
Yesterday's pathway impassable,
Except for by train.
A smile in the rain.

Gord

2016-11-09 12:00 am

Dreams aloft, desires of the sky,
She dreams for me clouds and rain,
Misplacing my characters,
Rewriting their pain.
Then chastising me again,
What is their trade?
Perhaps destined by fate,
What is their patriotism made of?

What happens with the sky at night,
Do clouds disappear and birds not fly?
Do the stars not shine?
Does the moon guide,
Even if forgotten by society,
Too ignorant to find it?
It stays aloft, as my dreams and desires.
And she keeps for me only mockery, pity,
conjecture upon a lectern of pure disdain,
Judgement passed by the clouds and the rain,
For everything she dreamt of she was.
And everything I evade.

The Sophist

2016-10-26 12:00 am

Waiting for a miracle to save us, 
And we have saviors,
But they're controlled by secret agents, 
Waiting for a miracle to save them, 
And they have saviors,
But they're controlled by secret agents. 

His father wrote his epitaph, I know. 
He captured the hearts of the young and the old.
God given talent given highest awards.
He was yesterday's child,
So the day he got old...

Like midnight's stars he disappeared.
Fagments of influence rapidly spread,
Directing the youth of the afteryears,
But the man wasn't dead,
I can prove it,
'cuz dead mean don't sweat.

Gord

2016-10-19 12:00 am

Continuing to writhe in pain,
As the water runs through me.
Hopefully one day they find a cure for being.
For being alive most days can be aside,
Or sutured as the village Miser,
Who found his wealth in similar lies:
The bones and arrows of similar lines.
Propelled forward by similar desire.

Gord

2016-10-14 12:00 am

If the American government told you, 
life over death,
Would you just believe them,
and choose to live?
If the American government told you,
We're just having fun,
drawing lines in the sky,
Would you believe them?
If your president warned you,
Of the coming apocalypse,
Would you believe the Americans?
Or choose to live?

Santiago Mounier

2016-10-14 12:00 am

Yin And Yang

There’s a fundamental truth
Inside each of us
A principle of life
Borne in all of us
Some may call it light
Some may call it dark
Whatever the case
It’s in all of us

May come across as negative
May come across as positive
However it arrives
It’s all relative
It may appear as cold
It may appear as hot
However it appears
This thing we all got

Sometimes it is active
Sometimes it is passive
When it does show up
Sometimes it is massive
It may come on cold 
It may come on hot
It may come a little bit
I may come a lot

Sometimes it comes wet
Sometimes it comes dry
Don’t bother to ask
No one can answer why
Some say it’s feminine
Some say it’s masculine
Some call it a fraud
Others call it genuine

It’s an interaction
It has a certain balance
No matter how you juggle it
It is in our consciousness
May influence behavior
May influence our fate
Right from the very start
Right from the starting gate

These forces are in people
They’re found in nature too
Don’t be so surprised
They’re in me and you
Their names are Yin and Yang
They’re inside all of us
A fundamental truth
Borne in each of us

By Zitro Semaj

Gord

2016-09-21 12:00 am

One imagines themselves mighty,
Brightening the sand green,
Perspiring with the people,
Irradiated as it may be,
It feeds the mind, for free.
No future winter seeming fair.
Porous players will evolve,
With sinister gods favored.
Last of a virtue,
Patronizing and redefining the former earth,
Denying that which lies between our worlds.

Gord

2016-09-08 12:00 am

I would probably just tell her, I miss you,
and let her know I still think about her. 
I would probably let her know, 
that I was doing much better and thank her,
for the strong advice she gave me years ago,
and I would let her know it helped me grow.

The Sophist

2016-08-28 12:00 am

Sides of my mouth
Beaten and battered
Cucumber
Cheese
Salted crackers

The Sophist

2016-08-22 12:00 am

Heart Aches
Mine too
No matter what we say or do
Outtakes
Passing by me
Passing through
Outpost of the things I knew
I'll post about it 
Just to view
Last daze
Or maybe two
I'm sure that I will think of you
Darker days
There shines imbued
With brighter light of deeper hue
I sing
Though out of tune
Of hope this light will shine on you
Show us where we lost it all
Show me if your love is true

Gord

2016-08-18 12:00 am

Nothing of a light inside,
No desire for burning fire,
No mercy or desire, already alight,
Stammering as you admonish,
Changing that astonishing,
Changing again as you end,
Foreshadowing verbiage you admire.
Only my wendigo sees my ambitions,
And only others fear my desires.

The Sophist

2016-08-05 12:00 am

Alight with love he throws awry,
Pursuing human desire and fortune.
Poor reptile intellect, ignorant,
Jabbing until he finds himself.

Gord

2016-07-21 12:00 am

Haphazard he stumbles onward,
Following steps of a baron fool,
Limestone of illegal procurement,
Staring until the day drew longer,
No longer appropriate for knocking.
Waking to the inevitable pain,
On his steps a brother slain,
The lawn full of corvettes.
In the end he laid himself,
An afterlife misspent.

Gord

2016-07-19 12:00 am

A cold man prays for food.
A fed man prays for heat.
The rest pray obsolete,
Needing very little.
Pittance and a needle,
Praying a life discrete.
Peering through sheets,
Never seeing sunlight,
Only what cannot be,
and the divine.

Gord

2016-07-15 12:00 am

I wish I could be like you,
So fucking great,
The Grand Satan I erase.
With time they wash away,
despite their wish to stay.

Gord

2016-07-14 12:00 am

He pursues love,
Happiness in the sun,
While they feel nothing,
Canon blazing, wailing,
with no larger attack.
He can live with that,
As long as he can live again.

Gord

2016-07-12 12:00 am

In his future he sees tired coughing,
But the seer mundane usually finds nothing,
Only peering back upon seared meat,
Apparently to be, or feel something.

Caravans of the sky desire furniture,
Of which the past robbed the future,
Paradigms of the mind flipped suture,
Lying prone as a feat of nature.

Mary Steffen

2016-07-03 12:00 am

Times of your life 
Tomorrow a new day
You may slice things with a knife
You have your own say
Always forgive
Do everything to live