Gord

2015-02-18 12:00 am

Voice 6:

Voice 5:
Impart not, depart impassioned.
Skirt not around the main subject,
Constrict yourself within contract,
Remain slack, what remains lacks.
Often gold is only plated brass.


Voice 6:
Massive injuries cost my crawl,
A future gone,
Even barring expectation, 
I could bawl tragic.
Should Atlas drop the ball,
Just expecting God catch it?
I want no tricks nor magic.

Voice 4:
There shall be no magic,
silly tricks or dancing,
Only men upon a battlefield.
Some dead, some laughing.
For if you could take a life,
I could take a life.
Only without procrastinating.
I will bring a squire only,
No men will hold you down,
Assuming no-one eviscerates me,
only father shall go to town,
my final wish being a canary.

Gord

2015-02-11 12:00 am

ACT I:
The brother of the first protagonist  challenges the first antagonist to a duel, during which the wife of the first antagonist interferes on the battle causing the brother of the first protagonist to be slain. The right hand man of the first protagonist slays the first antagonist in revenge, during which the wife of the first antagonist flees. The right hand man of the first protagonist is injured, and takes a much longer period to reach home than the wife of the first antagonist.

The wife of the first antagonist spread false rumors of cheating on the side of the brother of the first protagonist, and takes a secret lover as her new husband.

ACT II:
A long period passes and the first protagonist agrees to battle both the first antagonists wife and her new husband, who looks to regain the honor of his small kingdom against the wealth and influence of the wealthy protagonist.

During the battle, a man who looks alike to the first protagonist (second antagonist) shows up and watches over the battle as the first protagonist slays both the first antagonists' wife and her husband. As he celebrates his victory, the second antagonist slays the first protagonist with an arrow, and his right hand man disposes of the bodies.

ACT III:
A short period passes with no word of a victor on either side and the wife of the first protagonist has a breakdown, and she dies just before her husbands funeral.

During the ceremony the second antagonist shows up and declares that he is alive, and had just fallen into a river during their battle after slaying them both. A great celebration is held in his honor during which he does not question where his wife is until the right hand man of the first protagonist mentions it, which raises his suspicions. The Right Hand Man of the first protagonist is demoted whole the right hand man of the second antagonist is promoted.

ACT IV:
The second protagonist (RHM of the first protagonist) attempts to gain evidence against the second antagonist, however, the second antagonist falls ill and dies. The second protagonist gains evidence of the truth at the second protagonists funeral, but chooses not to reveal the sensitive information, and instead plans to slay the right hand man of the second antagonist, although he has reached a high ranking position since his arrival, especially as his name was left a large inheritance by the second antagonist.

Gord

2015-02-09 12:00 am

Voice 1:
I may ask a question of nonsense,
However I ask not philosophical,
Practically, cannot we heed,
We merely speculate, sight unseen.
Anointing of the dyke absurd,
Fools searching to search of,
What poignancy is a question like,
What is strife?
Why not question, what is life?

Voice 3:
Life is currency of an institution,
When I speak loud of retribution.
We both die upon our war machine,
Apropos closure for those supine.
Solution besting additional convolution.

Voice 1:
Passing stars dull with light,
So perhaps all fate is forever finite.
And all twilight is then n'everlasting,
Caste chaste over trivial happening,
Casting themselves of classical tragedy,
Without squalor or clothes raggedy,
Hip stores looking to rewrite history.

Voice 3:
True, but I see no god protector.
Contractors of the holy body,
They are probably of nobody.
Villains to die of destiny,
Enemy of the true spectacular.
Enemy not just of the vernacular,
Binoculars or arbitrator.
An enemy alike to a Reich betrayer.

Gord

2015-02-04 12:00 am

Voice 6:
No man plays sport with a god,
Sans future sporting warts of frog.
So can it be, in the course of wrong,
Lies retort the support of a cause?
Change lies about, but why bother?
Energy costs in dollars,
So am I to be in this world?
Where there is no king under god,
Nor a czar for the godless,
Only flattened, artificial sod,
Tragedy and rape for the goddess,
Upon which we clap in full form.
How am I to remorse, or reverse decision?
Upon a world which would deny procession.
In my opinion the wheels still turn.

Minor character: I see.

Minor character leaves.

Gord

2015-01-30 12:00 am

Voice 2:
If I tax not the husband,
I laugh not upon the sun.
I task not the daughter.
I ask not of nonsense, but honor.
To ask men of skill-set stoic,
Who is the one to dance prophetic?
They say skill-wise I circle cone,
Shall I play so remarkably alone?
When shall I finally wax poetic?

Voice 3:
Do not fret in worry,
I fight a fool, truly.
If we fight horseback steel,
His men will have no drink,
All ship that be shall sink,
If they think upon the sea,
I foresee not a shot upon me.
I foresee not a shot upon my men.
However,
I foresee dead men of opposing color.
A sea of red for a coward humble.
Two dawns we march upon him,
Squalid condition disregarded.
An offer of an ultimatum:
Convoluted death or instant slaughter.

Gord

2015-01-29 12:00 am

Voice 1
[name] lies slain, with no equal,
Peerless upon the battlefield;
No sword could cleave, 
No arrow shot could find peace,
Only freedom.
Now only the beast remains free,
Feasting upon our arrows' fleeting;
Damage so immense, I see no fleeing,
Alas, only further death.

Voice 2
Begone, for I fear not cancer.
[name] does not meet demands;
Will being not to die as asked of.

Voice 1
Cannot a voice reach thy ear?
Cannot a man be slain by sword,
Common for the man of little fear?
A million miles lies between us.

Voice 2
My man does not fight to falter,
Nor sing songs of issue paltry,
Yet, alas, at last I hear him not.
Only cheers of men which he fought.

Voice 1 exits.

Gord

2015-01-28 12:00 am

Part the hanging gardens,
All found there is song,
Dogs, frauds and Sean John.

Apart from obvious tone,
Birds clamor to sing along.
Screaming from bottom o'lung.

Risks taken, Praying prone.
Laying open with only hope.
Hopefully a prayer is answered,
Pampered enough to count to atone.

The Sophist

2015-01-21 12:00 am

You know that you listen,
To the heart of my soul,
Beating harder and whole.
Hole deep darker than coal.
I give my volition;
To this part of my role.
Any home is my prison;
When I lack the control.

Gord

2015-01-19 12:00 am

Dancers one day may not dance,
Pain upon contact with lands,
Success but a dumb chance.
Impressed with numb hands,
Stumps ambling upon a man,
Attempting to please the master,
Intent cast upon the sand.
The glass woman shatters.

Gord

2015-01-16 12:00 am

Knowing not, Sans owning,
Downloading a lot of music,
Eddy locks down the musical city,
Daniel engages the shark,
Vasquez alienates his gods.
Musical may they be,
Humble they are not.

Gord

2015-01-16 12:00 am

Seeking refreshment,
Dire wolves present,
Ready to gnaw.
Gnu society is buried along.
String pulled taught,
Ropes around throats,
Strings play onward,
Despite what they're taught.
An uproar of laughter occurs,
Society of horse-eaters,
glue-makers, wearing fresh wigs.
Pigs remaining adorned in powder,
Guns pointed, son anointed, 
Appointed afterward as God,
Society of brow-beaters,
As if word meant nothing either,
Society of Shakespearean clods.

The Sophist

2015-01-13 12:00 am

Eating fresca thighs;
My demise.
Potatoes cut by hand,
Spiced, cooked, and then;
Pulled pork and fresh cut fries.

The Sophist

2015-01-13 12:00 am

Death of Ahmed Merabet,
Bit by cerebrus,
Defends our right,
To abet terrorists.
In death defends,
Their right to murder him.
I heard him die,
But not a word he said,
Unholy voice sings slandering,
Lives at diverse ends.

Gord

2015-01-08 12:00 am

Transferring dope to vein,
Barely managing to get off,
Brain filled with Richard Rubbing,
Excrement being purse deserving.

The Sophist

2015-01-06 12:00 am

Hey ladies;
Why so shady?
Y'like my style?
Y'hate me.
Meaning rape me;
Via meager dating.
Eager taking,
O'fore a day's fading.
Y'kno'wha'm sayin'?
Y'crazy,
I'm'a take o'for a day or so maybe.
To bomb you with aggression;
Guinness, Jameson, And Bailey.

Gord

2015-01-02 12:00 am

Statue of Liberty, underwater.
Can you not tell leeches, 
From a pair of cites?
Who is deaf? Who is right?
Store owners know before government:
Change doesn't happen overnight,
Especially for the blind, my love.
Over pennies we start the fight.

Gord

2014-12-18 12:00 am

Dodging the dollar I fandangle financially,
Result is loss of respect, a market pit.
Target direct, managing not a hit.
Mockery is the result, and cannabis.
Cancel my appointments, I have appointments,
Anointment of jewel'd gold on consignment.
Appropriate for me is the wealth of a king,
Misappropriated funds of those supine,
Inappropriate funding given to those who sing.
Reality's funnel continues to decline,
Continuing to be, as its always been.

Gord

2014-12-17 12:00 am

Wallow as I make fire upon my hand,
Dire locks upon mired thoughts of a man,
Swallowed like inner parts of a clam.