Gord

2024-06-06 03:48 am

Dieting, and sex, paying rent.
Isn't life grand? Just as they said.
Like a rack, stack or chip:
Being colloquial, bland, rich.
Is like a fantastic black ship,
Which sits in the harbour,
Hoping to be used, again...

Oh, and add two dots to the end,
Again, she just hopes for the best.

White like her dress, amen.
White like her skin, and intents,
Alight in her eyes, that intensity,
Dying, like her teeth and her hair...

Oh, and white like the porcelain, 
She sees when she retches.
White like the faces of relatives.

Aegean, sing fool-speak to the masses.
Queen, think, but don't deceive Ophelia,
A mask would only cover your features,
Despite your sweetness, we see the madness.

So scratch at your hands, the lion dances.

Gord

2024-05-19 10:33 pm

All the things he wants, the things he loves, 
Of all things, he flaunts, to fools in the bar.
He feels his playthings belong at home in a box. 
Amongst drawn straws, he stands like the water,
And so does his daughter, and her daughter,
They will never know a child without a scar,
Who will never see an adult full of laughter.

The sweet smell, is all the gardenia in the yard,
Despie his greed, they keep growing tall.
Despite what he sees, and is appalled by,
Between the mirror and the wall, 
Is Athena and Cordelia, and appearances.

She is nonheterogeneous, considerate,
So, like lavender she stays with the wall.
But really, these are just things he thinks,
Knowing little, choosing again, rolls dice,
He lost.

And she takes every piece of his flesh from the bone with a knife, like god.

Gord

2023-08-13 08:22 pm

'I just wish, with all the time I have left',
As she squeezes her fists, laments,
Her eyes see ideas she never said,
Sadness bookends her existence.

She knows what she is, and lies,
She thinks she knows what's best,
But she is losing her desire for life.

I just wish, like all the cows she loves,
She would fight and fawn over me for once.
The person she sees staring into the sky,
It seems she likes, but she rarely sees herself.
Mostly other men, me, and occasionally, marquee lights.

She thinks it's for the best, I'm sure.

The person she reveals herself to be,
As the ocean fares, she holds against,
My love can only take so many hits,
She says, as she sets the table,
For two people, but never herself.

She says in the end, it's for the best.

What happened to the things she liked?
She thinks to herself in a flight,
Reminded of a dream, desires,
Meets someone else and tries.

Time is a god of fire, however,
So it takes and destroys her,
Inside first, then outside.

What she does with her life,
It's none of my concern,
Fans in the crowd fight amongst themselves,
Not with players they revere and beheld.
I think I know what's best, but in the end,
I knew very little of what I said, 
Even less of the outcomes she had.

So, who am I, to wish?

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

2023-04-23 07:53 pm

Once in a lifetime event,
Arrives by themself,
A winding stare, 
Polite requests, tired guests,
Inside the knife twists.

How can I make this about myself?
Fits, detest in the form of comments,
Regrets, pride, lissome denial, hits.
How can I make this about myself?
They think, screaming into the abyss,
How can I make this about myself?
Complaints, debates about nonsense, 
Speculation about arrangements,
Coughing, several games maudlin,
Talking about options freely.
Providence.

The final act, the lion dances,
Forgone reactions, lying,
Along with crying, antics.
They exclaim their passions,
As does the crowd.
Again they feel the knife twists,
As they are thrown to the ground.

Gord

2023-02-10 10:48 am

Shapeshifter, sex symbol, Lord,
Like you imagine your next form,
Aging wrinkles, Alone,
Civil from war.
Great mirror,
What's a beach without a shore?
Those who change an elaborate hoax.
They imagine thinking, then approach,
Like ideas read from novels and books.

Plane ticket, images, visions, more, 
Imagining yourself at home,
Opium, an anonymous quote, 
You take the drugs you owe for, 
In your veins, up the nose.
Fictional, your world becomes,
Because fiction is all you know.

Shapeshifter, pegs in your holes,
You imagine delightful chorus,
Even though you are alone.
Violent, calloused and lonesome.
Without war to be calloused from.
Great Mirror, Piper, Peter, 
Could you play me a tune
Or at least leave me alone?
I favour the fear I know fighting.
Not the thunder and lightning,
You bring when you're home.

Gord

2023-01-11 06:09 pm

A rabbit runs free, in the past,
Toward nothing it finds meaning.
Fish of streams, pivot teeth,
Laughter, tongue chatter, sea.
By the brine they find peace,
And man, king of beasts.

Man forms groups, 
Parts in two, like lips,
The bartender and you.
Glass tightly in a grasp,
Like a woman's clasp,
Like a rabbit in a trap,
Wiggle dance, calls,
Nobody calls back.

Like man, cash advanced,
Wiggle dance, calls,
Calls, nobody calls back.
That man can run like a rabbit,
Dance like a rabbit,
Hears like a rabbit,
Fears the language of diagrams,
Candles and passwords.
He describes freedom, devoid of it's traps,
Talking about assholes out of sadness and anger.

He tries to understand, too foolish in banter,
Expanding his mind with standards that matter,
His reaction barely examined, rather managed,
Inside he feels his wiggles, the dance begins,
What can exist, he thinks as a passing thing,
Kicks and springs his feet, never hears a ring.

Gord

2023-01-05 06:49 am

Sickle swing into the grass, 
Thinking of pictures, gifts,
Hoping they still persist,
Hopes for more than past.
Head in the clouds, riddles,
Under his cap, a fickle thing.

Sickle swing the earth and drag,
He touches her breasts and legs,
Permitting his heart fleeting
To consider something risqué.

Gord

2022-12-21 04:00 pm

Knowing few truths, too youthful, choose,
No use for rules, too poor for morals.
Two views, both fools, accuse,
Loose tongues ruin their world.

Must they struggle and fight all their lives?
Into groups, they divided themselves, 
Absolute truths and nonsense,
Both destroyed by their own kind.
Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? 
Is any suffering like their suffering?

They copulate and make offspring,
Die, their children die, their children die,
While they're still alive they mate,
Great minds think alike, again,
And again generations later they fight

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

2022-03-01 06:54 am

Paper, mind racing;
April, outside rain;
Days, time, pain.
Trial, minor inheritance,
Inside raging, vain,
Water droplet pacing.

Lies, decadence,
Left in the sunset.
Am I adept?
Think, look back.
Flies in everything,
Trying anything,
I, tried everything.

Trial, cherry picking,
Many years,
Their meaning?
A small committee,
Press, briefings:
Ideas discrete,
Their leanings.

Where is the time for healing?

Paulopalztheripper

2021-09-18 02:40 pm

#THE RIPPER#

Do yourself a favour
When he hurts you
Do not do fit a hug
My hands will be tied
When he abandons you
Do not seek refuge in me
I would have gone abroad 
When he despises you
Do not come for my live 
I would be short if feelings
My heart has gone sour
Bleed out cold and dead
My humanity's been shut
I have gone all black and grey
My heart seems to be missing
Emotions are long gone
I have accepted grief and pain
Sadness and misery now clothe mW
Love's been sent out of my window
When he abandons you
Your face ruthlessly smashed to he ground
Your arms brutally ripped apart
Your body gracefully cut to pieces, but by bit
When I think of you
Even hope despairs
Faith has its doubt
Bravery now shivers
Your slow and painful death
Is all I await
For I am the ripper.
🚫
#paulopalz#
#theripper#

H Bacon

2021-08-18 06:37 pm

Maybe Eternity is just a concept,
Maybe one day everything will end,
Maybe in a couple hundred years,
The universe will no longer be our friend.

Everything we know we knew would be over,
Can you imagine that,
City lights and happy memories,
Will all just fade to black.

It’s funny how we think we’re so powerful,
Yet we’re just hanging by a thread,
By physics laws that if one day brocken,
We will all be dead.

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

Ifediata Kossy

2021-06-20 05:34 am

Bullet for bunting.

What's in the word,
That the mouth fit not say.
I wield my ink, bleeding words like fire.
Fighting to shave off the frailty you plunged on me.

You used to be unique, very ineffable.
Never knew I was being deluded by wishful thinking.
I fought your fight, abate your fears.
Rather than return a thousand thanks, you fired me with a cacophony of bullets.

You inhaled the oxygen of my love,
While I search in perusal for answers.
Your words, monotonous, left me in a muddled state. 
Like a bullet for bunting, I never saw it coming.

© Ifediata Kosisochukwu

Kyle Schlosser

2021-05-15 07:54 am

Lady Luck please don't let me down,
I got three more months till I leave this desert town
Here I sit up on my post keepin the wolves at bay
They may think their top dog here, but now they are my prey.
Lady Luck please don't let me down,
You've got me this far, two months till I leave this ol shantytown 
Here I walk on the prowl for snakes down before me.
With each step I take I clear the ground behind me.
Lady Luck please don't let me down,
Just one more month til I see my ol home town.
Here now I fly high so I can look for danger up ahead.
My badge of courage now soaked red,
Lady Luck why'd you let me down,
Now I lay six feet underground.

Gord

2021-04-09 03:34 am

If I were a kite,
That could fly away,
with my only child, 
Or decide otherwise,
I think I would stay.