Gord
2017-12-20 09:55 am
I write without relent, Lawn ashen, body bent, Fawn bashful, words pawn. I write without intent, Politic truth, not respect. Words choleric, forested, Another blonde moribund; Floral, me'er ornament, Porcelain and floor clung; Flies flying and food dung, No chloroseptic rush. Sitting alone, he claims, Throne vacant, citrus grown, Plain clothes, no Satan. He makes popular statements, Pandering blatant, but fun, Worldview of a drunk taken. Full of heart, Dull as garbage, trumped, Meandering serious, Meaning wallet plump, Friends gone, blunt, Ledge found, jump.
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Gord
2017-11-14 07:03 am
Traversing the forest, Lakelands' Adonis denies support, A life abridged, lies purported, Rhymes dismissive, Current from shore; Spies thwarted, imported, Assorted, awarded, Escorted, extorted, Aborted, recorded; Rewarded as kings, Buried like swords. Verse, chorus, He is upon us, Life no more warm; Files, less security, Flies less than before.
Gord
2017-11-03 12:07 pm
Fanciful dreams idyllic, A World kept inside, Drinking of the streams, Field workers denied; Hands tied, perch supplied Arms raised and sullied, Ashen as the skies; Blinking in acceptance, The step child pummeled, Guised as it is wired, More ignorance desired, So says the child; Father humbled: To be eaten by lions, He mumbles and flies, The world a mystery, He inevitably hides.
The Sophist
2017-10-30 07:02 pm
A bitter republic weeps out "woe is me," Holding on to hopeless baffling beliefs, Nothing is sacred if it won't fill their needs, Yet when they're finished, they stay on their knees, Speaking aloud "Sir, I want some more." Straight from the movies without saying please.
Gord
2017-10-19 08:56 am
Pond upon oceans, A death of water, Little men upon thrones, Their hearts of flower, My life but a tome, My life a tower; Stairs to climb, With life inactive; Above the clouds, Time spent sunburnt, Cowards; My designs immaculate, Eating flies as flax, Confusing images, In place of facts. Again the future lost, Pipes accost the ground, The ice storm comes; Some go into town, Some stay lost, Together same, Both die apart.
Gord
2017-10-18 11:50 am
I have concepts for days, Metaphors for four hours, And wordplays for wakes. I'm not bragging, I'm just impaired, Flawed above the mane. Miscarrying paper knowledge, Cutting loves careless arms. She finds herself wanting, Hair flowing, river forming, Learning is her sophism, So she lies until tomorrow, Feigning disinterest ursury, Tales of cursory, courtesy. A verse aloft in the clouds, Sounds out to an empty crowd, Life of deception floundered. World as in twitching flour, Face equal, equivalent arms, She curtsies and bows, turns; Runs away, her face as ours.
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
2017-08-16 01:55 pm
Umpire of God useless, Demanding more strikes, Life swung precarious, Batter belies himself, Bent to Gods of strife; Fate for ball carriers, Forever them sodomites, Snipped their genitals, Cum on their fingers, Not dick in their minds; Not men, Nor fire they are, Born of stone, tower guard, Born of the mud, wallow on, Born of the sun? Pearls, Diamonds and Harps. Radar dishes begin, fill the sky, And forever destroy our heart. Son of the earth, Yet nothing but sky he remarked.
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.
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
2017-03-21 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.
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
2017-03-03 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.
Gord
2017-02-28 12:00 am
Mace in my eyes, Ire in my heart. Desire at the port, Ships cause divide; Yellow violets field, Uplifting and stealing. They never were blue, Banking on healing; They dye red his suit, With hope of upheaving, He dies in it anyway, The price of believing.
Gord
2016-10-19 12:00 am
Continuing to writhe in pain, As the water runs through me. Hopefully one day they find a cure for being. For being alive most days can be aside, Or sutured as the village Miser, Who found his wealth in similar lies: The bones and arrows of similar lines. Propelled forward by similar desire.
Gord
2016-10-14 12:00 am
If the American government told you, life over death, Would you just believe them, and choose to live? If the American government told you, We're just having fun, drawing lines in the sky, Would you believe them? If your president warned you, Of the coming apocalypse, Would you believe the Americans? Or choose to live?
Gord
2016-09-21 12:00 am
One imagines themselves mighty, Brightening the sand green, Perspiring with the people, Irradiated as it may be, It feeds the mind, for free. No future winter seeming fair. Porous players will evolve, With sinister gods favored. Last of a virtue, Patronizing and redefining the former earth, Denying that which lies between our worlds.
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