The Sophist

2017-03-28 12:00 am

Lo
Alas
Loneliness
Encrypt my heart
From all the lies
Malicious hacks
Injecting pins in
Plur attacks
Controlling +
Alt-shifted minds
That place
I know
I am reminded
Of you
And I
Am unrequited
Still life
It goes
With booming silence
That light
That love
That caused the violence
That's not me
I am the silence
I surf through wind
I soar with lions
Still all my life
I witness
Nothing
Blood
Spill from my heart
My crimson shining
Armor lay beside it
Quiet
Still life
On it goes
In episodes
No heart decrypting
In fear our fear begets
Compromising love to death

Gord

2017-03-28 12:00 am

Forgone lectures,
Postponed letters,
Now apropos,
Lessons to a horse.

Lesions and sores,
Plague of the bed,
Everyone to lye in.
Pleasure center torn,
Smash that like button,
Feel at home.

Gord

2017-03-23 12:00 am

He plays a secret chord,
Known before, unexplored,
A boy and a man Fandango.
Winner considered Lord,
Or mastered patience.

Gord

2017-03-22 12:00 am

Sitting on the curb,
I see nothing,
Fondling opportunity,
So I say nothing.

The rainbow melancholy
Probably of nobody,
Probability muddied,
Elite in discussion.

Procession of remedy,
Salve of urine,
Bandage of gold,
Who heals a beast,
Of legend told?

Behold the pale horse,
Final legendary colt.
Leaving our houses unsold,
Every bed unmade,
Sheets still folded.

Gord

2017-03-21 12:00 am

Driving to the cottage,
Mouths full of espoinage.
Talk of bondage world,
Floral arrangements,
Done by potheads.

The Sophist

2017-03-21 12:00 am

Grey Sky Go Away
Filling Our World With Colour
World Poetry Day

Gord

2017-03-21 12:00 am

Flowers lace the sill,
Stone frames of lifestyle,
Sagging windows in vogue,
Stolen valor of masonry,
Following sanctioned power,
Also stolen.

Perhaps I play the fool,
Pen in hand,
Man of head,
Felled in mind.
Thinking you would see me again,
With love timeless.

Tired eyes of the tire fires,
Loving fights in the shallows,
She lacks enacting desire,
Not inadequacy.
Big fish never leaves home, 
Aptly.
Living to throw,
Never catching.

Pursuit of unkempt bastards,
Told only lies,
Keeping only pictures,
Stones still held higher,
Designated only pitchers,
A Fighter drowns afterward.

Gord

2017-03-13 12:00 am

A convent future,
Convenience sutured,
Malice upon the roof,
Palace upon a stoop.
Firearms task the soup,
Cannot we further pepper?
Appropriate tutelage,
Knowledgeable common beggars.
Pro Ipsal softer sophism.

Saddle up the dogs of war,
Give their forward movement.
Mass upon the louver,
Tasks of Stratford-upon-Avon,
A Dramatic future.
Tossing away bombs of truth,
For convenient nomenclature.
Trading lawn darts for rapiers.

The Sophist

2017-03-10 12:00 am

Nobody is so great,
Nobody is so pretty,
Nobody has such class,
Such taste.
Nobody believes in nothing,
Nobody learns scales for melodies.
I am nobody.

Gord

2017-03-08 12:00 am

Only tragedy of the pen,
Everything self penned,
Self authored.
Cherishing the gift of god,
but with silent laughter.

Floating dynasty upon the water,
Field my dreams, take my island,
Let me spend my days a wander,
Looking for your prodigal child,
With no time for spectacular novels,
Cobblestone violence or love chided.
Machiavellian influenced religion,
Post irony, Post music,
Long, long, into the future.
Where no human exists,
Only Nature.

The Sophist

2017-03-06 12:00 am

Those Girls; They're Tasteless.
Waist Lips Off-Shore to Faces.
Beach Lips of Wasted.

Gord

2017-03-03 12:00 am

Partridges fly,
Above the land they admire,
Moon rocks to the scientist,
Fertility given to a goddess,
Pointless admiration.
So begins desire,
The bird flies higher,
Further from the ground,
Wherefore no dreams to mire.
Society jobs to a miser.
My job is too dry,
Hands cracking, without water.
Voice loud enough to deny it.