Gord
2018-11-01 06:54 pm
Reading of lives I enjoy deceit, My letter bold, italic and neat: "Please hear me, Greek, leek, I sometimes write nonsense, Lest hope you would hear it." Leading my lines, Foreseeing poetically, Receiving a liar guilty. He says: "For stanzas today, teacher, I stand like bread features, My brother filet beside me." For once he doesn't lie, Looks for the sky, sees ceiling. Nothing aground marks his feeling, Seeing the concrete, He remarks of life: "To tryst so wildly, again, Would Vivaldi paint so vividly? Probably, and with champagne, because his name has dignity." So seeing his window, He thinks of rain.
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The Sophist
2018-09-28 07:10 pm
Unfocused (not soulless or goalless). I smoke spliffs to get my mind off this list of frustrations. Intimidated by outrageous race racing, flaming faggots nigger-bait while still claiming that they win (but the win's painful). The wind is still unstable. My win is a long table with nothing on it surrounded by fables. "Nothing comes from nothing, Son," 'cept Miracles and Bagels, two billion silent men in four billion different conversations, but know thyself and when you're asked just say that you know nothing. Winter's gone and spring is here The hummingbirds are humming I think I'll make a song today, Son I'm feeling something I'm feeling something.
Gord
2018-09-19 06:50 am
As poet, aspire, assume desire, I wrote for poets, declining, Prose for poetry, I grew designer. More spoke, iron, strewn aside, Cycle heroic for biking true, Though as porch, her mire I knew. To sit in snow, still forever, cold, Gladly to mix into a sill window home. Lover's letter, one pens from notes, To end on soles, or in bags of herion, And never spoken, lovely, but phoned in, In drunken speech, early in the morning. As men, we aspire, and assume desires, I wrote for Odin, always refining, Notes for nobody, I grew aside, Man of the world, I knew her ire.
Gord
2018-09-05 06:07 am
They write light of my writing, Erudite Facebook, liars' rights, Poetically I am but humble, Penning comedies of tribe. Unlike, Unlike, Unlike, Unlike my peers, I replied. Despite fears and sighs, My stride upright, austere. Alas, long grass, an axe, Tomorrow fills, fellow actors, Craft jazzy, played by amateurs, Demanding average. Eyes glassy and skills assay, Alas, follow mass, a bass, Screaming of typeface, in your face.
Gord
2017-12-22 01:43 pm
Songs Synonyms, ideals integer, Mining mindful, crawling chronic, Words ironic, worries worthwhile. Silent as the wind, Tall as a child, Lifestyle sans desire. Flat as a minor, Primer climber, Reading wires, Scans feel like fire, Yet no ire legit, Life so swift, time so brisk, Irons tattered to bits, Squire denied his patronage, Choir so somber, violins singing, As if to start from a beginning, Would be a life so sad. Lambs branded, wrath grand, Laughing loud, farmer liar, Stanza stance awful stands, Awestruck by unknown view, New news of him: old news, Pandering Youtube, pandhandling, Fools loose lipped and no tools.
Gord
2017-07-13 01:16 pm
Past tomorrow I see no lecterns. The horse speaks, lack luster, Words worthless, and everyone taking pictures; Girls wet as many pitchers, Barn doors close windowless; Blissful peace again, Silencing planes overhead, Standing tall as clouds, Power small as a child, Foreign tongue, power bottom, University educated, Now you've got 'em. Maybe whispered tomorrow, Today lives in industry, Claws large as the gut, Staged imagery for one; Paper mimicry of a doll, Feigned apathy of a sun;
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.
Gord
2017-01-24 12:00 am
Bed rest undeservant, he turns. Making up words as he goes, The world follows through, Exiting without him. God of the chimes, Wind-bound and determined, Makes the rules as he goes, The world passes laws, Existing without him.
Gord
2015-10-08 12:00 am
Define judgement, Divine slum merit, Result of poor parenting, Hope and feeling meeting. Peeling through the street, Flinging concrete. Feeling part fling, Part credo. Eating a hamburger, Diamond studded from a window.
Bhat Naieem
2015-04-20 12:00 am
Whenever i open My wallet And have a glance Of your angelic brow I gaze and gaze And keep gazing, Floods rise In my eyes My heart overflows Emotions and pain, Deep inside, cold wind Of need and desire blows, And the flashes Of all past memories Conquere My mind, And my emotions flow thru my pen So, I'm caging The days Of your gracefullness And my heart In the immortal words of my poem And after centuries While they Read me They will see You Beatiful And young , For my heart And my Words Would never Let you Grow grey Bhat Naieem All Rights Reserved
The Sophist
2014-10-29 12:00 am
Throw your freedom to the wind; Enslaved to throw again. So intelligent he looks, Though even though he sinned, This man you would defend. Written in the books, Vices will be trimmed, Virtuosity amended, Sheet of truth been shook, Giving common men their wings, Free to fly ahead, Travel on by hook or crook, Approve or you rescind, Find your freedom in your music, Letting go of other things.
Aharon Yosef
2014-10-05 12:00 am
Soul filling everything, You emerge from all, Thus filling my soul. Earth is mine mazily, Will you leave me here, dying? Between the shallows and the sky. Nights gallop passing me, Birds peck out the stars, Thus we fall so far apart. Crystal moon, it waits in peace, Softly as mine eyes take autumn, No crystal flakes that taste the breeze, No barcarolle to be sung solemn, Casting nets emphatically, Thrashed by your oceanic eyes, Thus reprising my demise. I create when I embosom keys, Muster up thoughts I pull from, Throwing mine out to the wind, Zephyrus mine soul in tandem. Soul filling everything, You emerge from all, Thus tearing me apart.
Gord
2014-08-21 12:00 am
I can understand why your parents abused you but i still dont understand the molestation bit
Drunk on Stage and Punching other Girls
I innocently sat sidelined, While sidewinder missiles, Blackened and filled the sky. They saw no oversight. Then calamity, personnel, Call out and rome fell, The claim don't prose well. Well, I suppose they don't. But I never was no poet.
Gord
2014-08-01 12:00 am
Out in the doldroms, it's just a cold world. Winds of change brew but die in a wave fold. I'm incapable of change, You're incapable of the same. So it must be predetermined, Hard determinist actors mimic a proper stage. Lately I've been looking for a cage, To preordain my life to hide from slaves. Complacency locks people in a cage, Claim preordain is to lie of the blame. Out in the cold world, you make your own. Ride the wind or die in a wave fold, If you're incapable of change, Often your life is predetermined based on status, So if the last thing I see is a image phallic, Last thing they see from me is one right back.
The Sophist
2014-07-21 12:00 am
See depths of apathy, In lengths of hair, Like half of me there, Other half in'other room, Gaping blankly it stares there too, Too, too, thoughts like lasers shooting off in my mind, See depths of beauty filling my eyes' seas, 'splayed 'round the front of my being, All this beauty is mine, Even you are in the bounty, You are the wind, the sail, the boat beneath my feet. You move me. You are a seed that grew toward this ever-falling tree. Freedom gnaws at nature, A crutching being what's need.
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