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Gord

2020-07-29 05:43 am
Storm the earth, Storm the sea,
Arrive in myth, the people be,
Not given bronze, not given sons,
Living gaunt outside a lodge.
Singing swans, singing songs,
Zinc, gold, silver, iron, copper,
In hefty sums, no bitten tongue.

Dearth they arrive, murder at night,
No allies, wyrms or fires to fight.
Death they provide.

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Gord

2020-07-28 05:21 am
Noble steed, noble land,
From ovum to the fields.
One dances, never glances,
Until glasses conceal.
Test taker, what is fate?
My eyes no longer make it.

Stare into the distance,
And see the same.
Tomorrow is a little late.

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Gord

2020-07-24 11:56 am
Comments on a blog,
On and on, continuous,
Could this be but bots?
How can hate be a ball?
All along, perspicuous,
Archaic in its tongue.
Accompany a structured song,
Another composition common,
A company not lacking lustre,
Just backing something wrong.

I adjust warm muffins,
Until the tops come off.
Butter, cinnamon,
I adjust my jaw,
Until flavortown,
I judge my ignorance,
Could this be god?

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Gord

2020-07-23 11:16 am
Table from farm, 
Noodles and parm,
Among eggs, bacon,
It's carbonara!

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Gord

2020-07-21 05:28 pm
A voice brittle, fawning,
Lost in eyes are appearance,
Yet words speak like songbirds,
Though simple, like acrostics.

If you can understand the point,
Does also your voice hurt,
 from screaming?
Do you need more caustic ideas,
 to dissolve your dreams?

My meaning, yours,
Our meeting curt, 
Can I find you feeding on lifeless birch,
With food superior for a life of wood?
Who fights against fascist sons,
Racist daughters to which they sum?
Who resolves just to be,
Sits aside until the burning stops.

What is beauty in a psalm?
Without the son, the daughter,
Is the sport lost?
Where the ice is more soft,
A cross stick, a want,
Whistle wanton, a decision.
To sit in a box, with conscious,
Or a sideline life to correspond
With your winnings.

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Lynn

2020-07-21 01:31 am
devouring the skin inside my lip.
of course, everything in the human body is connected. of course.

staining the porcelain with blood and iron, iron and blood and water, the permutations of rust.

my voice becomes sticky, sickly sweet - the performance of wellness thickened even further by blood. 

my crazy, concentrated and caustic, drains through my nose and onto my chin and onto my shirt and onto my hands and down the drain. 

“i wish the blood inside my mouth were yours”. 

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Gord

2020-07-09 03:52 am
Tomorrow trailing, no erasers,
Maybe no stress can reach relief,
Papers, their lies and keys,
Power is in just eyes to see;
One hand hold, one hand to reach,
Narrow is escape, is this fate,
Or feeling?

Do arrows fly away, misguided,
Awry in their aerial affairs,
Fore bearer blameless in errand;
For barrels makeshift of nothing,
What is the price of a country?

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Gord

2020-07-02 03:19 am
Pier as far as the eyes can peer,
Towers tall, the flowers gone,
Pensioner, is this not your fear?
Who appears, speaks of appearances,
When death is near and cowers all?

Seer, as far as I can see,
Nobody writes, nobody listens,
Nobody lies but nobody stares.
Nobody rights are given to liars,
Who speak of bridges nobody cares.

Who appears, speaks of appearances,
When bridges fall to the pier?

Who maintains the system?
I can see names of victims,
Name of my liquor,
But no list of gunmen,
Lenders or kinsmen.
If one day they name a killer,
Who appears, speaks of appearances,
Circles all around the seriousness.
Waits for nobodies to leave,
Then steals, Who babbles incoherent?

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Gord

2020-06-20 08:44 am
Sloganeering memetic, 
Lowly speaker of rhetoric, 
Teach us a world hate filled. 
He speaks of the sieve:
'It seeks to strain and divide, 
It sees two ways and aligns,
Hands in bonds, eyes blind,
Invest your money wisely,
As do Gods on Friday.'
Lies.

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Morvick

2020-06-20 12:43 am
Where do we go now?
We are dense and diverse;
The moon sounds empty though.
We've any virus to deal with
The world has to meet cure;
The pandemic is bleeding
Emotions more than bodies;
The world has grown frail.

Next hand we witness racism;
Some foster it, some combat.
We're just killing time...
Forgetting Thou judgement:
Fire thorns or eternal drink,
We kick love and expect luck.

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Gord

2020-06-15 03:16 am
Do thickets see steeples,
or are people the thickets?
If writers are thick headed,
Writing of Peter Pans' pigs,
Who visits?

Bull, riches, seer, man,
Write a list upon my hand,
So that my plot, it thickens.
What is time spent living:
Divine or perspective driven?

Plate spinner, of your illusion,
Place your spins upon their back.
Bull, chickens, and feelings lack,
Who takes from hands of other hen?
Who take the hands of other hen,
Who take the land of wary men,
Who lost to men,
More suspicious then.
What is it all about:
Defense, or Pence,
To what extent do I extend,
What is strength?

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Gord

2020-06-11 05:50 am
The bar too low,
A life in limbo.
Civil man elicit,
Dance too rigid.
Cancer, victim, 
Lance too frigid.

Is life another rhyme?
Saved for another time,
or just a bunch of lies?

Head and shoulders,
Knees and hipbones.
But does god see soles,
Planted into the beach?
How does god see souls,
Managed funds and stealing?
While reaching into homes, to take his piece?
A plastic man, made for shelves,
Laughs filling his fantastic needs. 

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Gord

2020-06-08 05:39 am
No brittle bones, paid for sickness,
For where it goes is nonsense.
Undying, nobody throws spear immortal,
Even if the wind vied in cordial,
Simple wounds seal of licks and moans.
My immortal man made of sticks and stones,
Drowns in cordial, healed by cordial,
Acting cordial among the crude oil.

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Lynn

2020-06-07 12:25 am
i see sunday mornings beyond my time.
does sunday still exist?

i see my history yawning out before me.
can corpses exist on both edges?

i see my mother.
can grief follow a child out of the womb?

time, death, and life roll the die to see which takes their turn first.
west and north argue over the sun while east and south clutch each other, wailing.

god's suicide passes through us
concentric circles of chaos
look, there is too much blood in the streets!

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Gord

2020-06-06 10:52 am
Diablo II,
Why make me wait for games?
My fate lament, give it away,
Give it away, give it away now.
Fleas of the carpet,
People of the parking lot,
Can you not?
Trying to make something,
They stand about, puffy,
Chests golden, coffers copper,
Rusted in their velour valor,
Failing to soil of fewer flowers.

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Gord

2020-06-04 02:07 am
Bones that manage to crack,
A love forever lacking,
What one cannot foresee comes again.
Losing fights that cannot be won,
outgunned, outlasted, nor outrun.
A foot forced to shrubs,
But what of the lungs?

Lonesome, handsome fighter,
What of your gloves?
What of your sums?
Poster person, spokesman,
What of you becomes?

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Gord

2020-06-04 12:25 am
The toad speaks, the mind sees,
The mouse squeaks of menses;
Too high to sleep, ego flying,
Does one write lines on sheets?
Scribble perfection, or deny?
Fights cannot be won, only survived.
Poet, please give me writing,
Forced to be, I need power to fight.

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Gord

2020-05-28 05:14 am
Why does the torrent travel?
Where is the lively forest?
Even the poorest trees flourish,
Their coins worthless,
Poinsettia, wide oceans.

For my set list chosen,
What does forum or castles have?
Gravel walls, gravel flooring,
People with their comfort lush,
Their lives worthless,
Political science, flyers,
Quotients.

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