Gord

2016-02-02 12:00 am

Sun shining, Days simply spend inside,
Producing music, mp3 and wav files,
Meanwhile I see my Aunt smiles,
Her son shining shoes up in a crack house.
I'm pretty sure she's looking for my 26 thou,
So i ask her in the heat of the night.
'Tell me, How does the world look so bright,
through dirty sheets and a black gown?'
She replies down.

The Sophist

2016-01-27 12:00 am

Light in darkness;
Fighting hardest.
Writing ardent;
Spiting artists.
Plighting promise.
Quite harmless.
Trite incarnate.
Reticent catharsis.

The Sophist

2016-01-26 12:00 am

Languish and pine farcically.
Anguish behind bars I speaked. 
Sleep, breathe, and piss poetic imagery.
Retards stillborn incestuously, then beaten.
Death of a feeble pure breed, bleeding.
Derelict to think souls leave and vanish.
Remembrance lacking evilly.
Evanescence;
Drowning of a water lily.

Gord

2016-01-18 12:00 am

Ever could I see the sun again, 
I would follow the sunset forever,
Galloping on white horse in vain.
Perhaps no trial is worth such fervor,
Even if it passes as entertainment.