Gord

2023-05-31 09:02 am

Compare deceased, compare diseases,
Civil registry, never ending dreams.
Quiet, discontented tree:
Questions vex me silent,
Why do we drink of selfish need?
Why do we eat to reddish green?
Why do they scream your scaring me,
While I achieve new levels of self deceit?
It responds, about roots and leaves,
Tools and people, fools and fees.
It's beyond me to understand.

Again indeed.

Only man writes with a pen,
Ire infinite, to the final syllable.
A point most misunderstand:
Life is not miracles, appearances,
Science fiction or analyzing images,
It's mostly the wheres and whens,
Indeeds said again, friends you miss.
Like all the pyramids get built,
You'll find they went brick by brick.
Like kids, chimes in the wind,
Ideally they play without worry,
Not re-examine life endlessly,
Like a firing squad that never hits.
Like a chime without another,
It takes only one to be lonely,
Two people to live.

Hair recedes, favour leaves,
Ferris wheels and screams,
Once again, the tree speaks, 
This time about seasons,
Blues and greens, 
Views and seeds,
You open your own mouth, freely,
Someone else's dreams.
Again indeed.
A mirror responds vaguely,
Instead of self reflection sees,
Things that terrify,
Even when they close their eyes and they sleep.

One could compare their life to a sheep,
Sheppard, or favoured elite.
What one eats someone decides,
Where one sleeps someone else decides,
Who one sees is limited, they cry.
But they compare to a bar too high.
Then with their time, belies, nevers, freezes.
Feelings of timidness, cheapness, lies,
Triangles you hope to avoid thinking,
Inevitably though you need drink.
You need some chips, think about it.
You need a horse to ride to the store,
Because you're lazy as shit.
So I guess just hope for the best,
But also go for it.

Again, Indeed.

Gord

2023-05-08 03:15 am

If I could, I would take my grey for your gray,
My grave for your grave, but in the end I will fail.
Take my blade and slay your beasts, hero.
Even if all you see are beasts and famous people,
Not beings from which you take a piece.
In fear we never speak, like ancient egypt,
People change, things remain the same for me.

You aspire for some greater freedom,
Perhaps, from up there you can label people,
Teach them who should be sold as slaves.
Maybe you can take those taken pieces, 
Build back the things you took from me.
Gain more favour and speak loquacious,
But gone are the days where you heard me speak,
Gone are the days of our walks on the beach,
Because even long ago I was but memories.

Things have changed, besides the people,
Weight and age mostly, 
But when I see your face, 
You want an escape, I can see it.
A smile that lies on its face,
But your heart plain as day.
Rather than three hours too soon,
One minute late

Gord

2022-11-09 03:21 am

Head full of ideas, webs, spiders.
When you see the light fled from,
Like paycheques full of diamonds,
Like lions, saying their cash is final,
Is being right worth all the fighting?

Met the right girl, at the wrong time,
Never mind huh? Move on in life?
Plagues for the day,
Pestilence for the nights.

You are the lion, You are the tiger,
You are the decider, designer,
Provider of delightful things,
Fragrance of oil and spices, 
Sweeter than any type of trees.

Gord

2022-07-19 10:35 pm

Meaningless draught, meandering feeling,
Bar talk, believe not the sweet whispering,
Thinking things talked in the deep darkness,
They aught, talk turns to action,
They are what they are.

Sinking stone, mephitic toad of the ocean floor,
What does the heart wish for? Winning wars?
Logistic growth? Cathartic revolt? Ownership?
Satan, do you hear your kindred souls?

Card or cash, is all they know.
They see fawns freeze in the snow,
and move on, it's things seen from a car.
It's part of a laundry list of misgivings,
They want what they want,
They are what they are.

Gord

2022-06-26 06:54 pm

An open mouth gasps,
Hot sauce, parmesan,
All I see is stars.
No conscious thought,
Face agaze in awe,
A chicken with no wing,
Would it rise or fall?
As I concentrate,
Stare at a spot on the wall,
Eyes; waterfalls, 
Call off the milk,
Call off the salt,
My tongue stings,
Craters, my teeth sting,
An open mouth gasps for these things,
A king sits routinely,
Being above singing and fearing.

Gord

2022-05-25 10:45 am

Amounts, they screamed, amounts,
Seemingly all they knows about.
Amounts, a mouth, beatings.
Even just, if by the brow,
Cow steps on the mouse,
Like a man steps on a mount.

Echoes, couch downstairs,
This is my house, GET OUT!
Narrowing in the mind, cowers
Like an arrows path forward,
Like time, straight, downward.

Dance, doubt, awkward bow,
Applause amounts, doubt,
Can a mouse hear the sound?
Leers, liquors, in various amounts.
In the end, a mouse needs cheese.
A cow needs many more things,
Succumbs to meandering about the fence,
Outside of this, they find no peaceful crowd.

People of the ground, fearing clouds, fearing now,
Cowards that fear when you speak and shout,
Cows teaching which they know nothing about,
Why should a mouse throw spears at the clouds?
Zeus and Venus,
Why would they fear if I step on a mound, kneel,
Bow or two step around it?
Are they cowards like me?

Gord

2021-10-20 04:23 am

Coastal Landscapes, plum, and dates,
Noble Magnates, all things awake,
Ocean to space, 
Poems to plays,
Stone, earth and clay.
Snow, October to May, 
A local band still plays.

Monet

2021-07-27 02:50 pm

“Don’t let me down”, now that’s a foolish way of thinking 
Response of confirmation, actions not in agreement 
Not very much Redeeming 
Like Pandora’s box you’re seeming

Like bullets to the chest, I’m barely breathing
Confused and in distress, was I deceived? and
Was I deceiving?

Were you mistaken by my distance and a lack of trust was formed

Or was my token of your trust misplaced in your corrupted life form?

Are you a demon?

But you weren’t demeaning.

You boost me up, 
Above the ceiling was my love

Like, not love, allow me to clarify
Was different, real connection
But anything more than that I inform you, I deny

And now I cry

Mine, your were not but all of you was with me
Or maybe me with you, that’s where I get confused
Mistaken thinking

Time, as more comes, you will fade
At least that what my research say
But I swear to god, my image of you gets imprinted on me more and more as I survive the day

Leave me alone
I don’t want you here to stay

Memories in my bone 
Fractured when I lay 

Fractured when I wake

Fractured me in my waist

Oh what a waste

A waste of my fight when all I care to take is flight
All I care is me and you changed that habit
Is that what lies are like?
Is the purpose damage?

If so you succeed because I’m more than done
I’ve lost my sun
Although it’s reflection on the moon is a pretty replica
You set me up
Trojan horse 
You lift me up
And when things got good you sat me down
Let me frown
Although I hide, that feelings sound
That feelings loud
Those thoughts clear 
These eyes hold tears
Those drops aren’t mild
Neither were my fears

So clear Ill steer for now
Others won’t be allowed
My voice won’t speak aloud
Not truth nor words of deep
Only traps for the weak, ones I couldn’t put out
They were from your slope
Your dope became my cloud
I guess it’s, both, hello and goodbye for now.

If only I knew before, how much you’d let me down.

mtspoet

2021-07-11 10:52 am

The time has come to pass.
The hours sound the chime.
How do you write such pleasing words
that our time has come to rhyme?

The smiles that show your heart.
The eyes that calm the sea.
How do you find the time to love
all of the things that rhyme with me?

And just like me your bird is free
to spread your wings and learn to fly.
What is the cause that makes you flee
each time that life comes passing by?

We are just a plan that life is making.
The first romance that’s ours to share.
The time has come to rhyme what matters,
within the heart that bleeds despair.

Come to me now and follow my dreams
that uncover the pieces born of the past.
The time has come near to make a new change,
and untether the slave you have held in your grasp.

With each moment I write I am thinking of you.
And every word that I rhyme you are near.
It is my hope to rekindle a time we once knew,
before the heart of true love disappears.

Michael 7/10/2021

Gord

2021-07-01 03:45 am

Should one be horrified of nothing?
Hook, shore, line, cheeks blushing,
Sorry I lack a lively career,
Goodbye, deary;
My life is lovely.

They say no rush,
Speak nothing of time and boxes;
Wishing they were ski jumping,
Even if it begets evil things.

One hundred years fishing.
Whether or not I am punished,
God, brother, life, iron will,
I watched the flowers flourish.
Like drumsticks desire a skin,
Find, then are tossed aside:
Tomorrow is unprovided,
Yet I will.

Gord

2021-05-30 08:50 pm

Be selective,
He professes,
In a legal setting,
Weak, pathetic,
The rich and famous,
Who knows these things?

Like beetles wrestling, 
Where is a decent ending,
By either spelling,
Life only glass compelling.

Knoble Kaller

2021-02-05 02:18 am

Babies and family and warm woolen mittens these are the things in which we are smitten. Sunlight and rain on my face all insane one patters one warms yet both matter the same. Porpoise and dolphin like gorilla and chimp similarities to cuddle yet don’t make good sense. Oh why are these thoughts so loud in my head of things that concern me and things that are said. Is my heart crying out and my logic repressing or is common sense keeping myself from undressing. Baring soul inner thought is scary at best when guessing who’s trustworthy or in whom to invest. Light of day brings rising clarity for each intense charity of ones mortal soul and the damning sobriety. So tortured inspired and desired the same within friendship and love and all things a flame. Now dry from the patter and warm by the fire to cuddle desire and wash off the mire for all the heart wants is all it requires and that my dear friend is all that must matter.

Knoble Kaller

2021-02-05 01:34 am

How much does she do with things of me and you
Throughout the light of day
Pining life away

How much does she do for people in the room
From cradle to the grave
All rising and depraved

How much does she do keeping busy till night falls
Exchange excitement for a fall
Off to slumber fore he calls

How much does she do no time left for you
Wanting only to be near
And support when things go queer

How much does she do unwilling ne’er to bend 
Or experience more than friends 
No intimacy on the mend

How much does she do 
Till the end

Gord

2021-01-21 10:16 am

Of stem and leaf,
Love fed at ease,
Of ends and meet,
Of fair and sweet,
When we speak of things
We speak so freely,
Of flesh and teeth.

Shanty after shanty,
See the men at sea,
See the heights they reach,
Lows so permanent and deep.

Well, that's sweet, 
Yes, that means, 
Go ahead and feel,
Just know, there is no you and me.

Gord

2020-12-04 02:41 am

Ball fist, if wishes could talk,
One would place their chips down;
If life were a play, or odd film,
Kings would admit our wrongs,
But it's not.
Wishing could be in your head,
Talking all things that god is,
Appending the self at the end,
Thinking itself less important,
But it's not.

Gord

2020-11-19 01:01 am

Bindle stiff of simple things,
Fake brickwork buildings,
Frugal beginning.
Mind filled with bitterness,
Still feeling ideas stone:
Life constatant, slowly.

Hands in gauze and clovers,
One makes a river of oceans,
A farm of forests, dogs of horses.
Yet smashes up against the stone,
Dark and lonely, eyes gloss over.

Innasense

2020-09-17 05:44 pm

I may have recently found a love of haikus...enjoy a heap of them! 


Such a small creature 
A fascination in green 
Life measured in hops 

Grading seems endless
Constantly processing...sigh, 
Your work is due friends 

Bike accident, ow!
Purple bruise on my kneecap 
Tiny tragedy 

Dead creature, a gift! 
Spare me your adoration 
Love in kitty form 

Humanity ruins
Each other, our home, all things
The one true constant 

Build each other up 
A constant stream of kindness 
Love creating joy 

Sleep eluding me 
Again I’m counting critters 
Heavy eyes please close 

This day could be good 
But only if you live it 
Stay here, keep trying

Tiny puzzles these
Haikus pieced together and 
Shared with awesome friends 

Innasense

2020-09-13 09:12 pm

OCDemons

An O for the things that I just can’t let go 
And maybe it’s not even the same things as last week,
But there all the same, 
Ground into my head 
As though they were the only thoughts that ever mattered
Sacred and necessary 
Though likely invisible or nonexistent
just a few days ago 
And maybe tucked 
back into the void 
In just a few more 

But I suppose it’s better than time spent 
Wondering 
What a head-on collision would be like 
Or how it might feel 
To put knife through bone 

It’s dangerous 
Inside my head sometimes 

C for the things that I just can’t not do 
Always look right when crossing a bridge 
Wear just enough purple 
Get the numbers right 
Watch the color patterns 
Check and check and check again 

I tell myself I do these things  
To clear a clouded head 
Unfortunately 
Seems to do 
The opposite instead 

D for the disorder in my head 
Brought on by 
A record on repeat all day, 
A ridiculous collection of 
unbreakable rules 
And the “honestly, 
what would REALLY happen?” 
Thoughts that make me feel insane 
The static buzz inside my brain 

So I 
Read it away. 
Write it away. 
Breathe it away. 
(Over)Think. It. Away. 
To Hell with you demons. 
Go plague someone else today. 

Oh...and see you in a little bit. 
😉😑