Lynn

2022-04-14 10:00 pm

away from work is time for family
away from family is time with myself
away from myself is time to write
away from writing is time to work

Gord

2022-03-28 02:25 pm

All the gold, silver and jade,
Costs, at which attained,
All the wars, tanks, and planes,
Casts a shadow, twice the grave.

Born a slave, no faith, he screams:
I have no face, continues aimless.

Castle, your prince awaits.

Lynn

2022-03-23 11:45 am

I smear vaseline in the corners of my mouth with a cotton swab to seal the cracks that are carved there
from smiling too wide
from laughing too loud
from speaking my mind.

I smudge the nails on my hands with paint, pearlescent and pink
to keep from moving
to keep from creating
to keep from fully living.

I confine myself to an apple and egg whites each day to mold by body
into what I see in waiting room magazines
into what it was when I was a child
into something impossible.

how futile, it seems, to meter my joy, to suppress the wind.
because, when one tries to obstruct what rightfully will pass,
it gains strength, channels down one slim canyon,
and blows everyone away.

Gord

2022-03-22 02:44 am

I dreamt indifferently,
Subtly smiling at each move,
Waves deferentially, 
That was my heaven.

Of pictures and frames,
Eventually they go away,
Like fitness and pain,
Jazz, age, dates and faces,
Soon again, time changes.

Honey, everlasting joys.
One does destroy bees,
Sees, consumes, avoid.
Like nothing, voice fleeting,
Screaming into the void,
Lonely, an ocean destroys me.

Gord

2022-03-01 06:54 am

Paper, mind racing;
April, outside rain;
Days, time, pain.
Trial, minor inheritance,
Inside raging, vain,
Water droplet pacing.

Lies, decadence,
Left in the sunset.
Am I adept?
Think, look back.
Flies in everything,
Trying anything,
I, tried everything.

Trial, cherry picking,
Many years,
Their meaning?
A small committee,
Press, briefings:
Ideas discrete,
Their leanings.

Where is the time for healing?

Gord

2022-02-04 04:03 am

A cypher for poets and authors:
Simple science, titled novel,
A game, decoded by tyrants,
After speaking, what is laughter?
A bird sings to his father:
After flying, what is higher?
Looks to the sky for answers.

Lynn

2022-01-25 11:14 am

the first time i heard
the word
was in the third grade 
as teacher taught us, piously, of the price He paid

as He felt the spike rip though
tearing his palms asunder, in two
He pleaded, Father, why me?
why must the sacrifice i be?

the first time i understood
the word 
was in the sixth grade 
as i started the decline into womanhood

as I lay, fetal, on the bathroom floor
and the blood soaked my legs and the pain a dull roar
I prayed, a desperate plea, Mother, why me?
why must a woman I be?

Gord

2022-01-05 10:48 pm

Right person, wrong time,
Mother was right,
Life is not a slice pie,
Sweetness inside,
Yet better divided.

Imagination lame,
Deception, I change,
Mirror, terrified gaze.

Do dreams for tomorrow,
Define today?
I wish to wish my dreams away,
Live a simple teal or gray.

Gord

2021-12-22 01:52 am

Mollasses, grasses,
So slowly time passes,
Until masses stand up.

Hunt and hunt and hunt,
Fuck and fuck and fuck.
Until nothing is left,
Eating worms, grubs and bugs.
Sovereign and one language,
But towers are what we love,
Mountains of Earth, plum
Counter-part to flowers,
Darkness, we become.

Gord

2021-12-21 04:53 am

In the car, cutting corners,
Misnomer, or misfortune;
Of emotion, a disclosure
All I feel is the moment,
Brushing motion and smell of burning horses.

Of importance:
Kings and clowns,
With benefit of doubt,
One is better without.

Gord

2021-12-15 11:23 am

What am I to be?
A hive of bees, I see.
Time, clouds,
Sky, crowns,
Right now tied down,
Time, dreams,
Lies, deceit,
An ice house drowns,
What am I to be?
Composer of songs,
A giver of feelings?

Gord

2021-12-14 04:44 am

One last deal, a man's feet,
Glass sharp as steel, 
Half free, half demand,
Protect land from the sea.

Footing, Looking up,
Good enough, discuss,
Bullshit words, wooden result.
All I can see is the head:
Bad feeling in the bed,
If only I could fold my hands, 
Lean, sleep and dream.
The chaos I would see.

psyaviah

2021-12-07 09:00 am

We are stories
  Ideas
  Tales of us were told
  Long before we were

We are stories
  Ghosts wandering 'n minds
  Tales of us passed on
  Long after we were

We are alone
  Together
  In sadness, in joy: we become human

We don't exist
  We're nothingness
  Unless we share
  Unless we're two or more

psyaviah

2021-12-07 08:58 am

Trackside, the engineer twists and turns
Back and forth - on the chair
Tapping feet
Biting their lips
Clenching fists

The balance must be right

Between performance, between life
Focus, forthright
In every tiny decision
Every design to make
Weighing off the balance of winning
Versus the life one could take

At light speed, the pilot twists and turns
Every lap, committed in the highest of G's
Back and forth - shifts and learns
Working wrists
Operating feet

The balance must be right

Between speed, between sight
In every corner
A decision awaits
Weigh the balance of life
Versus the passion to race

psyaviah

2021-12-07 08:53 am

Winters of sleep,
a white canvas,
broken dreams,
cut sharp like shards of glass.

Day-blush,
but graceless
eyes wide opened,
anxious and helpless.

Raindrops on the glass,
hangover, reality, facts,
as the window cracks,
distant memories of what once was.

Gord

2021-11-26 05:13 am

A horn right where the heart is,
A horn is where we started,
Beasts of a Godhead, snort,
What else would they know?

Seven heads, Seven hills, a woman sits,
Fearing what we couldn't fix is still amiss,
On top of the hill, one digests the hits,
The house my father built is sticks.

This calls for a mind with wisdom,
Or A horn right where the heart is.
For economics, For a little longer,
For when they finally got it,
The realization, it was violent.

Then floods, then nothing.

No foundation to stand on,
I must found myself, found my call,
But the houses my father built are gone.

Gord

2021-11-18 05:16 am

Beauty, all its mystery,
Maybe this is all a dream,
Belief instinctively,
Anger, or misery,
Or is it grief within me?

Imagine living, symptom-free,
Imagine, breathing with relief,
Instead coughing and wheezing,
Sleeping with vivid dreams,
While sleeping in the street.

A body smeared with honey,
Head to feet, conceit,
Declared supreme,
Yet not even complete.

Gord

2021-10-21 07:04 am

To write irate,
Like Ivy failed,
The time it takes,
Is flies to drakes.

Reveal beneath the cape, water,
Fantastic I can see the shape.
Father should I peel the grapes?
I only question the time it takes.