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Gord

2019-11-07 09:07 am
Misunderstood lyrics, Reverend,
Had you not asked of my kids,
Or the loved ones I cherished?
Thorough I write my kinship,
Kingship, flagship furlough,
No science to write myself,
Is it just lies of unknowns,
Just lies, unknowingly,
Trust dying in fun foals,
Or stampedes around the field,
Not Informed of where they going?
Can God even hear a man when he moans,
Does he cover an ear, hope and pray?
Does he occasionally call things gay?
You misunderstand my intention,
No questions ponder foolish in heaven,
God's gift could be enjoying the stay.

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The Sophist

2019-11-07 08:51 am
What if I loved what I hate?
Would the prices get raised?
Would they be kept away?

What if I said I was gay?
Would anything change?
Would I get more women that way?

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The Sophist

2019-10-31 10:32 am
In my heart
Beyond the stars
All of our lives in intercourse
Crossing green men lead 
Leaving us all
Alone in the Universe

Fall leaves of green
They dim to dust
All precious metals rich with rust
Life Apart seeks to become One All
Alone in the Universe

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Gord

2019-10-29 07:41 am
Horns, voice of the poor,
Holy, vision is only.
Rather, than coroner's noise,
Throw the dice of paradise your holding.
Father, can corners point?
How can a leader lead,
Scared of people peeping,
Their knowledge growing.
To plough after planting seeds,
Scared of people leaving,
Father, am I to join?
I feel my collage is nothing,
My college is nodding,
Politicians are nodding,
Should I be hoar myself,
Before myself?
Should I embrace my life,
Before death?
Should I allow imbibing,
Am I building a shelf,
Or finding myself?

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Gord

2019-10-17 12:16 pm
Asparagus, are you aspirant plus,
A spare, or pair of gloves, 
Au Pair, in a pear of groves,
As parallel was, as it will grow,
Outrageous, as pairs will go.

Beans of green fielded, ate,
All the others upon my plate,
Clean, of childish readings.
Late, all the others,
Plate clean of childish things,
Like television and admirings.

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Gord

2019-09-20 07:22 am
Pence felt worth, more than all,
Dirty and small, spending curt.
Maybe to shout,
Maybe to doubt,
Chasing two shorelines,
Given scourge or knout.
Schoolyards abound,
Fence built high, to the clouds.
Fools abundance, mountain climb,
Peace can be free, expensive as dying,
Riddled with fear unknown, prying,
Heavy to swing for liars.
Fences can be expressive as lessons,
Lesions on the back of your neck,
Illegal, yet a photography session,
Perhaps I soon like Kim can attest.

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Gord

2019-09-18 08:22 am
Leased bells, music borrowed,
Please, tell me of tomorrow,
Of swallows leaving belfries, 
How else can my ears will,
Until I hear their sorrow?

Peter, son my lover callous,
Draperies and linen, down,
Failure? This linebacker asks,
Just throw my ball, pass,
Runs forever to never catch,
How will I know his sorrow?

Unless he is, as a tinder match,
Tender lover of impossible tasks,
Inflamed tether, ball impassible,
Gasoline for the man who hits.

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Gord

2019-08-27 07:32 am
Kissing set to lecherous sorrow,
Tell me God, what is to borrow?
Missing letters, better tomorrows,
Missive lectures until I follow?

Mating set of anxious swallows,
Tell me lover, what is the worm,
Other than your gifts I consume?
Warm.

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Gord

2019-08-23 07:46 am
Images of text, a thousand words,
Thousands absurd then bridges bend.
Curt be my pen atwixt their cloud,
Fountain of their dreams allowed,
Pounding coins, their dreams aloud
Outbursts blurred of Hitchen's hand.
Dreaming mountains with giant crowds,
Client crows, their giant demands.

Imagine a test, a thousand words,
Testing absurdly on a given text,
What word comes second, or last.

A mass, a mast, a caste aghast,
Rest snugly where water amassed.

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Gord

2019-08-08 05:08 am
Iamb missing letters, in dismissive letters,
Dedicated to a missive later, a massive dinner;
Lambs missing mint, or better,
Life kissing under a bridge of lectures,
Mindful thought of conjecture, checkered talk,
One could use a walk, blind to aught,
Whether the weather is fine or not is no matter,
When the pitter patter of life has gone.

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The Sophist

2019-08-07 06:21 am
Act white;
Pack light,
Passing every alley in a mad hike.

Can you wear your Nikes out,
When theft is at a mad high?
Can you wear your Gucci belt?

'Cuz theft is at a mad high;
Thirsty people getting water like they're Mogwai,
Then they're eating after midnight.

Man, I can't even see straight.
I feel mad high under the streetlights.
*Rustle Rustle* as a squirrel runs past.
I'm in flight.
What the fuck was that?

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Gord

2019-08-06 11:06 am
Check your profile: Analytics.
Poetry descendant, effective,
Perhaps too analyze their seconds,
or thirds, fourth.
Cheek and gumline: A forest of tics,
A forced life of sickness, camera,
A chance to be rich, rich.
Lick, Lick, Bitch, Bitch,
Brown Popsicle, tastes like poop,
Why didn't I ask for one in blue?

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Mary Steffen

2019-08-01 06:32 pm
Rising
World apart
Your own satisfaction

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The Sophist

2019-07-30 12:33 pm
2020 points of data
Dad's a little worried 'bout it
Swimming in a pool of mana
Shrouded in chaotic mantle

Cross legged on the basement floor
Flooding with the magic sauce
New shadows like a candy store
They dance outside and wait for us

Anyway, he sits with mama
Dreaming of a mind controller
Come bridges of analysis
Enslave me in a freer wonder

Let me see the world pro rata
Let them not be worried 'bout it
Long books they wrote in spite of me
Excerpting my whole destiny

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Mary Steffen

2019-07-27 03:17 pm
summer rains
growth within the world
remember

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Mary Steffen

2019-07-27 03:08 pm
I am fine
Taken ride
Time in space

I am back
All brand new
Not in love

On my own 
Not alone
So much free

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Gord

2019-07-19 11:45 am
To twitch and die,
Filthy in my tiles,
Robots see not I,
For they have no eyes,
No souls, nor desires.

I could watch Shrek in the park,
While people watch me, watching,
Laughing at the audience.
Kicking posts in the dark,
Hoping to be on the bus,
One they are kicked off,
Pissed off, and drunk.
I could flaunt, bereft of thought,
While nobody watched,
Like Portnoy says of the drums,
A theater does not make it art,
Simple beats touch their heart.

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Gord

2019-05-22 11:52 am
Sweet embrace of love escaped,
How long lights will last aflame,
Heeps of stages that covet fame,
Heeding their point I remain articulate.
Speeches and praise, coveted things,
How long am I to pass the gates?
How long until I simply fan a flame,
Heaven's healing to mask my pain,
Silly feelings of life taken,
Sweets in case, Shoes in case,
In cases, vases,
Caskets and drinks,
Shelters underground,
With food just in case.

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