Gord

2014-12-05 12:00 am

Triad written, triad lost.
Writer smitten upon those accost.
Freely written upon winter snow.
Merely smitten with long lost globe.
Toward the mark I ride alone,
Never to hit only return to atone.
So, yes, I did smoke the dope.
I french inhaled and redistributed smoke.

Gord

2014-11-27 12:00 am

Yesterdays yes-men yearning,
Yet the world still turning,
Why is it that the wood burns?
The will of the dead be turned.
Then thus they thrive thinly.

Gord

2014-11-21 12:00 am

Throw all beings into groups of eagles,
Snowball eating full bags of dortios.
Chimp screeches I hear,
Peer boasting nothing but limp,
The cattle prodded openly,
Dying to reach new tiers.

Gord

2014-11-18 12:00 am

Tax time, time to claim rats as dependents.
Max punishment for a victimless defendant,
New York takes the L. It lusts for the loss.
Cost not important, Nor impotence of cock.
So don't whistle when I walk the street dawg.

The Paraffin One

2014-11-04 12:00 am

This following poem addresses my peers:
Clearly this year was reminiscent of past,
In fact that nothing of value was cheered.
Clearly this problem of chance is too vast,
To ascertain we need a compass. 
None is available, so we fail by chance,
Not lack of ingenuity to justify trespass,
Nor the hypocrisy interacting with fans,
No, some invisible god blocks our path;
Impossible to pass, without empathy,
Untold giants rest among the math, 
Turtles are shells, medicine is homeopathy.
In regards to that, please take care.
Next years forecast gives me quite a scare.

The Paraffin One

2014-11-04 12:00 am

Should I advance beyond,
With no progress made, 
Let my name not be forgotten,
Scorch my name in the grass,
Make sand of the raised glass,
Where class be feigned.

The Paraffin One

2014-10-31 12:00 am

Among data statisticians some are apt.
Strikepads merely look for matches.
Pyromancers fire from hands,
Magic tricks demand ignorance,
Turns education into pittance.
Hydromancy of the dire lands,
Outright drought of pious demands.
Stale games played, Crows become Kae,
Men become gods when displayed in 4k.

The Sophist

2014-10-30 12:00 am

Doll Robert in a sailing shirt,
Ever lurks through souls deserted,
Tall akward leaves a trail covered,
Never hurt but he scared the girl.

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.

Gord

2014-10-28 12:00 am

A million stars align to begin nothing,
Can truly the best begin insulting?
A test of love becomes benign offspring.
A gentle hand caresses a face softly,
Yet with the other casts aside a spade.
Cannot the hands of god be unloving?
Those wish for pain receive cavalcade,
Thinking prayer for cake, not for absolving.
Best rhymes touted as insults,
Trying to be what they aren't: wise.
True rhymes timeless be, no beauty sulks.
No man plays games to receive a prize.

Cannot you write of greater things?
Or still is life consumed with frings?

Gord

2014-10-27 12:00 am

Trysts seem so juvenile,
Society seems so obsessed,
Piling on, cracking tile,
Possessed gods false dressed,
Never again to remark.
Quiet piety trumped,
They never said to hark,
Only to trumpet forth.

The Sophist

2014-10-21 12:00 am

Et Alibi,
'Tween Taliban and I.
Weak tale of sufi giants,
Coat tailing limpid skies;
Dissatisfied.
Attacking at their eyes;
Weak blades of sikh tyrants,
Vacate unqualified,
To sanctify,
Those left just nearly blind,
Lost in wanton silence,
Dreaming of a guise,
Declassified,
A gentle lullaby,
Babies turned Goliath,
Simple story ramified.

Gord

2014-10-16 12:00 am

Poets quickly release material albums,
Teachers equate material sophism as equal:
Knowledge concrete, belief in Calvin.
Topped off dressed in a top-hat and sequins;

The Sophist

2014-10-16 12:00 am

Perceptions growing crazed between schisms,
Deceptions of the rain going with them,
Exceptions never made to drink chrism.
Receptions always strained,
So please listen,
Meditate on chronoceptions of infradian rhythms.

The Paraffin One

2014-10-08 12:00 am

A collection of words,
Is nothing but prose,
Until elementary lords,
Teach elementary oppose,
To sophist tradition,
Among kitchen women,
teaching poor renditions,
of the stereotypical even.
A collection of bones,
Is nothing but,
Sophists label rock, and stones,
Confusion between causes rebut, 
Both deny their implied root,
Eventually becoming societies bigfoot.

The Paraffin One

2014-10-08 12:00 am

Depressed, never to make lasting impression.
A denizen of hope to never make the finish.
Yet gladly they have made no procession,
A gentleman leaves, not extincting the fish;
Yet, gladly the simple fish onward,
Unrealized is their colony of cowards,
No love and no goal worked toward,
Fools with lofty goals pulled Earthwards,
Nobody cheers as the people awe.
Nobody cares as the people stand jaw slack.
Nobody leers in care as they're not the law,
Nobody fares well, so they want old law back.

However the rulebook of old is lost.
Common sense now too far past is post.

Aharon Yosef

2014-10-05 12:00 am

Twisted moment making maidens kill heirs,
Violent hatred found only in pairs,
Dea, a deo exigitur, et deo accitos a mater.
Words that confine us will lead us to birth,
Sounds of the first man were cast upon Earth.
Cum dea exhorrent, cum dea so fair.
Cum dea horret, she shakes away care.

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.