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.
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Gord
2015-12-31 12:00 am
He asks why do all the good men die? He watches her eyes as the tears well up, and they both just cry. Through the wristwatches he loses time, Ignorant to buyer's market. Ignorant to the sacred time, To save the come ons for another line.
The Sophist
2015-10-23 12:00 am
A number persists through time Indefinitely Water boils Bones grind Triangle galaxy Amen Blacks die Highest degree Long playing records Elohim chimes The year we killed Jesus Then peaced His age Crucified Collection of East deities Battling basketball teams Meaning of life Hoping that I Get an invite to Club 33
Gord
2015-02-09 12:00 am
Voice 1: I may ask a question of nonsense, However I ask not philosophical, Practically, cannot we heed, We merely speculate, sight unseen. Anointing of the dyke absurd, Fools searching to search of, What poignancy is a question like, What is strife? Why not question, what is life? Voice 3: Life is currency of an institution, When I speak loud of retribution. We both die upon our war machine, Apropos closure for those supine. Solution besting additional convolution. Voice 1: Passing stars dull with light, So perhaps all fate is forever finite. And all twilight is then n'everlasting, Caste chaste over trivial happening, Casting themselves of classical tragedy, Without squalor or clothes raggedy, Hip stores looking to rewrite history. Voice 3: True, but I see no god protector. Contractors of the holy body, They are probably of nobody. Villains to die of destiny, Enemy of the true spectacular. Enemy not just of the vernacular, Binoculars or arbitrator. An enemy alike to a Reich betrayer.
Gord
2015-01-30 12:00 am
Voice 2: If I tax not the husband, I laugh not upon the sun. I task not the daughter. I ask not of nonsense, but honor. To ask men of skill-set stoic, Who is the one to dance prophetic? They say skill-wise I circle cone, Shall I play so remarkably alone? When shall I finally wax poetic? Voice 3: Do not fret in worry, I fight a fool, truly. If we fight horseback steel, His men will have no drink, All ship that be shall sink, If they think upon the sea, I foresee not a shot upon me. I foresee not a shot upon my men. However, I foresee dead men of opposing color. A sea of red for a coward humble. Two dawns we march upon him, Squalid condition disregarded. An offer of an ultimatum: Convoluted death or instant slaughter.
Gord
2015-01-29 12:00 am
Voice 1 [name] lies slain, with no equal, Peerless upon the battlefield; No sword could cleave, No arrow shot could find peace, Only freedom. Now only the beast remains free, Feasting upon our arrows' fleeting; Damage so immense, I see no fleeing, Alas, only further death. Voice 2 Begone, for I fear not cancer. [name] does not meet demands; Will being not to die as asked of. Voice 1 Cannot a voice reach thy ear? Cannot a man be slain by sword, Common for the man of little fear? A million miles lies between us. Voice 2 My man does not fight to falter, Nor sing songs of issue paltry, Yet, alas, at last I hear him not. Only cheers of men which he fought. Voice 1 exits.
The Paraffin One
2014-10-01 12:00 am
Tragically the adolescence columbine, Society takes blame for outlier. Yet take no blame for the combine, Priority is lost to class tier. Yet they see no problem, all is well. As long as one future desire's feces, Vast open fields with enemies to fell, Yet they see no problem in our species, Masking an issue too virtuous to kill. The children need guidance, More knowledge and less grades. For man is always capable of buoyance, Only starting of poor knowledge in trades. Perhaps they missed the lessons available, Perhaps the guidelines made them incapable.
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.
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
2014-09-02 12:00 am
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?
The Sophist
2014-08-25 12:00 am
If you're called queer, but you aren't a gay, If you rub beards with the same fag, Maybe my lips are cleft, Might be my lazy eye, My sexuality is wild. Pharrell: Come dirty it up! I take off all my clothes, Prepare for masturbation, Acting all casual, Prepare an invitation, Ask her for licks and spanks too, No, No, No, Don't want to rape her, No, No, No, Men satisfy my anger. That's why I'm giving gay life a whirl, Not genderphobic, But you wouldn't know it, I'm afraid to show it, But I want girls, But I let guys blast me, My face gets nasty, All covered in man skeet, I'm talking bad times. Not genderphobic, You wouldn't know it, I'm afraid to show it, But I want girls, But they won't grab me, If I do they slap me, Gave up and got past it, Pharrell: Come dirty it up! Why do I dream poor? My life never screams fun, I spend nights on YouPorn, Used to all this dick in my face, Somebody fuck me, Oh, oh, oh, Who wants to fuck me? Oh, oh, oh, Smoke dimes, Come fuck me. I take off all my clothes, Prepare for masturbation, Acting all casual, Prepare an invitation, Ask her for licks and spanks too, No, No, No, Don't want to rape her, No, No, No, Men satisfy my anger. That's why I'm giving gay life a whirl, Not homophobic, But a little bit dope sick, AIDs epidemic, Got me all butt hurt, On which sex I should marry, Not based on who loves me, I'm talking a party, I'm talking bad times, Not homophobic, But a little bit dope sick, Let's hope I don't get, Stuck without girls, Or without laughing, At a guy that's jacking, Me off in his panties. Pharrell: Come dirty it up!
Gord
2014-08-11 12:00 am
Alas, you make like critics predicted. The marathon runner now needs no glass. Condensation enough for a victory. Shock has found equivalency, Just adopt this piece of shit dog. Type? Don't ask me. It would be a vain attempt at breed, Trivializing my identity.
The Sophist
2014-07-23 12:00 am
Law makes obligatory, More than one Nation, To waste business hours, Achieving more profligation. You shall not pass, The whole world may perish, From Brahma to a blade of grass, But you are still here. All uninhibitory, Lord of Creation, You are in all things, You are in every location. View darkness unmasked, The whole world you cherish, Will dissolve in a flash, But still have no fear, Knowing self world dissolves, Ignorant it appeared, You are the heart of awareness, No less, end of story.
Gord
2014-06-30 12:00 am
So abruptly that it caused me to stumble. The words of the mother, The pastor defends. Im so ugly, When I asked if my mom loved me, She said: Let's just be friends.
Gord
2014-06-20 12:00 am
Truant of answers they ask questions. How dare you darken a world? How can you blacken a pearl? Life lessons and cheap metaphors. By having sex with your girl, After her father finished with her.
The Sophist
2014-03-25 12:00 am
Dammit, why? Scenes go by when hips moved side by side, Striding by wayside before waving good-bye, Parallel shutting her eyes; My shoulders shudder when boats pass me by. Before air was too dry, Before I was too late to try, To crack a smile to the heavens wry, Asking why. Dammit, why?
Dusti Rodes
2014-03-05 12:00 am
Memories of Menorca The solitary star The lone gull Lack of light dark and deep Guarded by the lion-dog In two-tone green and black and white Part Chihuahua, part Pekinese. Sunrise over Citudella Purple and pink Blues and browns Age old ruins Built of rocks That are tumbling down. Out of the stillness Came a rustle The wind whispered "Morning" Gull winging, effortlessly Sparrows busying in their daily task Of feeding their families. No different from other mere mortals Who stand and observe Through peephole portals On life below and above. Pylons, all in a line, Taking power to the people. John Lennon would be proud. Illuminated cars, kerb crawling At dawn's half light; Wondering whether to switch off As it is no longer night. To hell with sunrise Watching the clouds come up, Shrouding the stars With their whiteness From the deep dark blue Of Menorcan night. An old boy, reminds me of myself, Lone party goer, maybe? One hell of a walk From Cala Forcat After our session at Night Fever. Sun rises over Citudella And Cala Blanes. Rabbits running, Ants busy, busy; Relaxing perhaps, For a jam sandwich Carelessly cast away. Before the heat forces Them to siesta, On a Menorcan morning At the end of June. A lone songbird, Chortles its wakeup tune; My bag, bathed in Menorcan sunlight Casting shadows of strangest hues The old currant bun Promising a day of brightness. Painted by light, In Nature's brightest colours, The single rock on the lawn Looking like a monolith From eons past. A donkey, braying, Radio, playing People, singing, And speaking in Spanish. Then, Rick Astley, In English. Never going to give you up. Menorcan memories. Dusti Rodes (2002)
Dusti Rodes
2014-03-04 12:00 am
The Lady in Red Inspired by John Ogden's painting ' Be she a Falcon or a Dove ' ( 2009) Puddles of pigment Of red and white, Bloom like flowers in the artist's palette Likened to a small, wild garden. She poses provocatively, Dignified but still self-conscious, Against the wide blue screen That forms the night. Robed in ravishing red, She stands bathed In Lady Luna's soothing light. While the evening star Plays shimmering consort. She did not fail to see The symbolism held Within the artist's eye. The meanings of her life, Captured there before The paint could ever dry. The Venetian mask Behind which she hides, Masquerades the pain of her past, Blood-red. And the golden promise of things to come. Are reflected by the candle's gentle glow. Lighting the way to her future. Marley said we all create Our chains of pain. Forged one link at a time, By our misery. Hers was a string of Pearl. Individual incidences, Joined by circumstance; Seeking to keep her, Forever fettered to the past. But the key lies in the roses. Poetic echoes reverberating . Be she a Falcon or a Dove ? A raven-haired temptress, Or an angel of love? A scarlet woman or a painted Lady? Hence from now onwards, She will be known only, As the Rose. Dusti Rodes (2009)
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