Mary Steffen
2017-10-04 03:28 am
winter home pure white among us time of life
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Gord
2017-09-15 08:35 am
Piles until the top, Flies at the skirt, Pillars of salt, of the Earth, Turtles until bottom, Fire wherever we are, Hide whenever lightning strikes, Deserts eventully finds someone, Living flame among life is hard. There is no benchmark for him, Spent onward is his life quiet, A ball aptly palmed by oneself, Never failures, tailored farewells, Jokes of the eyelids, Mind less apt for aperture, So he mocks and chides, Fixated on the comical.
Gord
2017-07-18 06:12 pm
Like a dull axe she finds problems, Forever chopping away at them, honest, Heart longing for promise disregarded; Dressed for the ward, fully pardoned; Walking son further follows suit, Continuing without education, Tongue misconstruing in search; Fuhrer didactic, in foolish, Shooting skies of oration, Bullets true to the earth; Flippant remarks of life, Piousness to the dirt, Burying words in nonsense, Burning iron and desertion; Shakespeare by any other name, Apt it was before tall tales, Lies furious among the vegetation, Born, lived and smothered there; Meat filler, then life billiard, Son born a killer, Writing of nonsense, Mentally ill, political figure, Opinion maudlin.
Gord
2017-01-13 12:00 am
Cherish what little time we have, they say. Politics among the coursework for the day, Perhaps the housework can justify a stay, Though setbacks can justify means to create. The weed, it stays dope, We changed though, Peering through grass, We see our hope. Not one being persecutor, But blame to the group. Fire and flames on a hoop, Would not you jump officer? Or frame up and shoot?
Gord
2015-10-29 12:00 am
Common amongst cannon is balls, Steel walls and inevitably, Grim death at the priory. Chance meeting inevitability, Trading stocking cap for beanie, Fortuna smiled upon him, Hammock soldiers now needy, Priority is the thugs have their street, Rather than classes chance meeting, Fleeting as their hatred may be.
The Paraffin One
2014-11-04 12:00 am
This following poem addresses my peers: Clearly this year was reminiscent of past, In fact that nothing of value was cheered. Clearly this problem of chance is too vast, To ascertain we need a compass. None is available, so we fail by chance, Not lack of ingenuity to justify trespass, Nor the hypocrisy interacting with fans, No, some invisible god blocks our path; Impossible to pass, without empathy, Untold giants rest among the math, Turtles are shells, medicine is homeopathy. In regards to that, please take care. Next years forecast gives me quite a scare.
The Paraffin One
2014-10-31 12:00 am
Among data statisticians some are apt. Strikepads merely look for matches. Pyromancers fire from hands, Magic tricks demand ignorance, Turns education into pittance. Hydromancy of the dire lands, Outright drought of pious demands. Stale games played, Crows become Kae, Men become gods when displayed in 4k.
The Paraffin One
2014-10-08 12:00 am
A collection of words, Is nothing but prose, Until elementary lords, Teach elementary oppose, To sophist tradition, Among kitchen women, teaching poor renditions, of the stereotypical even. A collection of bones, Is nothing but, Sophists label rock, and stones, Confusion between causes rebut, Both deny their implied root, Eventually becoming societies bigfoot.
The Paraffin One
2014-10-02 12:00 am
Apocalypse they prepped for never came, For mother never even prepared for birth, All, Among the leaves rot the same, Yet none bother to even feed the earth. For all that shoots becomes hostile, Especially in the face of a newcomer; Lowe the god that shoots the tile, Bottle similar to that of his newborn. Quoth the bottle: Leave my spirit, No man burdened by free will, Suppose the throttle is under skirt, No man burnt will be free to chill. Suppose we see our freedom filled, Then who benchmarks freedom stilled?
The Paraffin One
2014-09-18 12:00 am
Classlessly the entire generation asks, Perchance who is to breathe this air? Perhaps they know not of gasses, How easy they are to acquire, wherever. Why not just call someone a thief? Why not a liar, or simple cheat? For selling someone a leaf, Calling gold that found among peat. Couldn't ignorance be but a plea? With no common ground to stand, Everything you see marketing fleas, Ticks suddenly drop in market demand. Concept, is a concept if you understand conception. The epitome of tomorrow claim they never got the lesson.
The Sophist
2014-09-04 12:00 am
Both sides support reform, God I feel dumb, Then I go back to watching porn, That still too is dumb, Ah, ugh, I'm wracking my poor brain, Surely nothing can be done, If something clearly is insane. Begone to the pits of apathy, Where men are fighting to succeed, Be free from binds which binding me, Lead me blind to blind society. Truth be told it would be great, To record sounds and meditate, Without hoping to get paid, Ad space isn't free, We pity ourselves if ads are sent to peace. We sent our brothers off to war. Speaking of the fun; Fighting for a rival hoard. Dying in the sun; Pierced by a brother's sword. Ah, ugh, I'm wracking my poor brain, Thieves thieved some time for fun, Our heroes appearing more and more depraved. To share the same disease, Tortured through our dreams, To decay among the trees, Torment; a short and brutish piece, Yet all of it is great, Bleeding essence every day, Alderson loop of disjunctive melodies, Existence sings in remedies, Never will the tempest ease, Yet underneath there lay a silent tone, Arranging scattered harmonies.
Gord
2014-09-02 12:00 am
I transform retribution, I collide with an enemy, Destined for fusion, Corroding my memory, Crashing the computer, That is me. I open on pretense false, In hopes to gain my loss, Yet no fate goes uncrossed, No face goes on unmarked, No bullet grazes, They self aim and kill marks. In honesty, I hope for their retribution, Not believing what you do, I find no institution for truth, Investigations reveal soot. To conceal boots under sock. Truth should be implied, Secrets shouldn't even be whispered, When no secret knock is employed. Among Imperials, two faces clash, Destroying the child middle, Purpose born was to protect class. Among the tyrants, A sleeping dog, His brother opposite, A sleeping god, Purpose forlorn and meaning lost. Shoot the gun across, regardless, Trees grow from the river, Implying a garden should exist. Yet at the bottom I find no solace. No mythical beast of which to conquer, Nor mythical flower of to tame beasts. So no feast among mythical followers. Sewn feet no longer bother to move. Brooms no longer even bother to sweep. I see Cost front by the citizen, Expected which are also to clean. Past participle's partisan cuts so cleanly, No partisan is left opposite to thee. Clearly, No god laughs, Sincerely, No god falters, And no human shots cast, Except into human carnage. No gain for loss, No pyrrhic victory, Due course. No force of sympathy, homeopathy, anthropology, from the horse. No, mostly poor choices. Voices ringing with phones dead. No voices in his head, Scream morality. of course. No soldier gains a victory. sans cost. None recognize the courage, of Hailey's comet. So the gunfire blazes onward. Amongst the slain, are the slain. Those who shoot have bullets same. My Deschamps is but modified Spinoza, Which I modify to fit in holster, As exactly as I imagined her, Far above a reasonable caliber. For a man who lacks resources, For as a woman he lacked chorus, Pestilence amongst the formal courtships. How do we create such a melody? Such harmony of utter melancholy. How do we classify such insanity? Such discourtesy on our society. Such, bullets access and exit quickly. Thus is the mark of beasts. Thus a heart no longer beats. Almost lack of mention was lack of faith. Remembered and forgotten to become same. All lost the castles of old days, Only sandcastles remain standing, Reminder of temporary management, Of how well that pays. I depart to vent, Find myself post-traumatic, I start to mention, Find myself post-dramatic, I mark myself bent, Find myself post dragging. Hoping to move forward, Forgetting that lost in battle. I sigh, I realize that's not possible. I stand purportedly screaming peace, Screaming bullets purportedly corpse. I stand in face of uproarious force, Screaming should-haves, Scoring for would-have, Who now will manage. Tired, I cast aside, Casting stones seems now juvenile. Especially in a world this finite, Who needs to choir for killing time? Button press' jest as being less vile, Truth as masked chide, Who now will bandage?
Gord
2014-08-21 12:00 am
No gain for loss, No pyrrhic victory, Due course. No force of sympathy, homeopathy, anthropology, from the horse. No, mostly poor choices. Voices ringing with phones dead. No voices in his head, Scream morality. of course. No soldier gains a victory. sans cost. None recognize the courage, of Hailey's comet. So the gunfire blazes onward. Amongst the slain, are the slain. Those who shoot have bullets same. My Deschamps is but modified Spinoza, Which I modify to fit in holster, As exactly as I imagined her, Far above a reasonable caliber. For a man who lacks resources, For as a woman he lacked chorus, Pestilence amongst the formal courtships.
Gord
2014-08-15 12:00 am
Among Imperials, two faces clash, Destroying the child middle, Purpose born was to protect class. Among the tyrants, A sleeping dog, His brother opposite, A sleeping god, Purpose forlorn and meaning lost. Shoot the gun across, regardless, Trees grow from the river, Implying a garden should exist. Yet at the bottom I find no solace. No mythical beast of which to conquer, Nor mythical flower of to tame beasts. So no feast among mythical followers. Sewn feet no longer bother to move. Brooms no longer even bother to sweep. I see Cost front by the citizen, Expected which are also to clean. Past participle's partisan cuts so cleanly, No partisan is left opposite to thee. Clearly, No god laughs, Sincerely, No god falters, And no human shots cast, Except into human carnage.
Gord
2014-07-30 12:00 am
The illumination now seems like magic, Flashing fights amid darkening background. Giants no longer able to wish to fight, Only to die to be back among the pack, To re-ignite, to fight from higher ground. Ironically battle is lost by those with the foundry. Their heaven lacked the fortifications necessary.
The Sophist
2014-06-17 12:00 am
Youth dreamed a smiling father, Age and wisdom despise it, Youth aimed at trying faltered, Where misfortune is a muse, Poor ol' fortune is abused. Handed off and thrown away, Opulence burnt dead thrones, Meaning in our days are found, Amongst marginalia on headstones.
Gord
2014-06-16 12:00 am
Those with arsenic bedfellows, exposed. Due to the TV show they gained exposure. Closure to a chapter of chaos and rapture. Posturing to a new hope, classically, In hope that he masters poseur culture²; How dramatically he captures folk, Beards sip wine in¹ balcony of their brother. It's the framework of laughter; Silently I laugh as they excuse them both³, Rendering their will less valid, excusing oath; Adopting a framework of passtimes, Instead of finding, lying among those guilty, Chastising the filthy for soiled torn clothing. Discarding carelessly the heart of an oak, Instead of seeding they favour blind hope; Sans man, would the trees still grow? Forlorn will animals flourish? The hands of man conceive the future, though, Often he lacks the means to nourish. The man will scream of price of grain, though, Often he just lacks the means for omnipotence. Footnotes: 1. latin for 'on the' 2. i.e. hipsters 3. unnecessary explanations given
Gord
2014-03-07 12:00 am
Teach me to breathe again, Teach me to fish among the bears; Until boars bearing teeth sheath their wares, and thus keep secret to themselves, cares; I care naught, to teach me, teach me not; Those that let me rot gave me teeth; and then taught me of freedom through proxy; Thus keep secrets to yourself, forget them not; In age I will not be forgotten, A new age will dawn upon them, A swirl of value, morality is drawn in; Only remembered are those who ascend to godhead;
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