The Sophist

2014-09-05 12:00 am

Smoke-filled and yearning childhood friend,
Slowly insert the dagger again,
He's dead,
Never in my eyes,
Ever in my head,
A snake transforms to rope,
Burning at both ends.

Gord

2014-09-05 12:00 am

A cell is the only home I've ever known,
Ad hominem, myself, let you down, I know.
A child dreams of life in a home, with love,
Only way of attaining goals is selling drugs.
My father was a bad influence growing up,
His father was a bad influence,
  when he was growing up,
Now that I've grown up,
I've decided to be one myself.
The Phoenix Rises again,
To be condemned to a cell.

Gord

2014-09-05 12:00 am

Slane Girl
I wish I were
Giving head to my peers
All these feelings ecstasy brings
Lack of self control teenagers portray
No ecstasy feelings linger
No hand from my peers
Wish I weren't
Slane Girl

Gord

2014-09-05 12:00 am

I write oral histories,
Stories, opened on lies.
So everyone else a liar.
I'm not of their kind,
Though, I seem like-minded.
I seem to like it tough,
So your head and cough,
I've gotta do my job.