Gord

2014-03-10 12:00 am

Clowns out and claiming to command towns,
Cowards crown each other to a throne,
Known owers comb until they receive loans.
Mound surrounders manage again, to crow currant.
Furthermore the Kmart manager needs a quality check.
Its impossible when get a rifle if you're 19 or less.
No Columbine situation is a concern of mine,
The town cisterns for sale, and someones buying it.
So I started a militia, mostly dudes and guys.
For parting power of governmental figures.
I outsource mostly for costly screwups and lies.
My block is full of assholes, that I despise.

Gord

2014-03-10 12:00 am

As soon as I get back to my flat.
Fat bowl, crack, Awake 60 minutes,
Then back to my nap.
Then back to my stash,
Then to knock on my neighbours back.
Can I share a stack?
I can see in his eyes, he's ready to snap.
but he puts the cash in my hand, what?

The Sophist

2014-03-07 12:00 am

Its time for thyme.
Get out the knives.
Spices mount the turkey and climb.

The Sophist

2014-03-07 12:00 am

Death of Cupid strewn loose,
And the putrid excuse;
Stupidness youthed in the ruin of Use.
Abstracted views abstracting rapid abstract logic,
Abstracted the Truth;
Abstractly vapid and loose.
And so now I live recluse.
I used 'abstract' too much,
And killed Cupid via noose.
I have a pact,
I tattered and abused, 
I packed and hid, scattered in the spruce.
I hate all I come in contact with.
I hate to introduce.
I hate you all like my old friends.
You all act too recluse.

The Sophist

2014-03-07 12:00 am

A life pre-mortem;
Death of The Sophist that is;
Dying of boredom.
Deaf ears of the Quietude;
Hear tunes but abhor dem.
Good, there's more for 'em;
In a song they can hate through,
Than the femme de la femmes.
De la silence we dance to;
Scrotal Tongue's creme de la creme;
An online forum.

Gord

2014-03-07 12:00 am

I am the Koala that eats eucalyptus.
Additively good as cigarettes is.
I embrace my lack of education,
I can never become king of the matrix.

I am the Human, who also thinks of eucalyptus often.
In my dream I can see leaves, each just as delicious as the last was.
I barely find time to write rhymes,
I am busy gathering more eucalyptus.

I am the prophet, sought after and brought forward.
My eucalyptus addiction has brought me fame and regard.
Retards were entertained by my antics, and I danced with the stars.
Afterwards I dashed back to an apartment, ate eucalyptus for hours.

ENVOY
God, do you hear me?
I beckon thee for leaves.
Not just for me, but for all the people.
The greenest Euc from the finest of trees.

Gord

2014-03-07 12:00 am

Teach me to breathe again,
Teach me to fish among the bears;
Until boars bearing teeth sheath their wares,
and thus keep secret to themselves, cares;

I care naught, to teach me, teach me not;
Those that let me rot gave me teeth;
and then taught me of freedom through proxy;
Thus keep secrets to yourself, forget them not;

In age I will not be forgotten,
A new age will dawn upon them,
A swirl of value, morality is drawn in;
Only remembered are those who ascend to godhead;

Gord

2014-03-07 12:00 am

I just happen to be like abstract logic;
Tacked on at the end of powers of ten
To let you know I'll be right back on this;
I just happen to be like you express notation,
A subtle reference to exceptionally large creation;
The closest I'll come to actually seeing the painting;
I happen to be like two celibate arrows connecting;
The inner sex shun.
Like two chaste fates elope and create one.

The Sophist

2014-03-07 12:00 am

Hoeryong Concentration Camp,
Saul-ri, North Hamgyong, North Korea.
Google Maps can see it;
The place where he was raised.

Hooks through shoulders dance;
Three generations relieve it;
Crimes against human spirit;
Humanity crazed,
Choose to not believe it.

See Kitty Genovese,
In a nation void of peace,
Cries out for help.

Markets open and diseased;
Meth soaked in teas.
Get high;
Accept defeat.

The Sophist

2014-03-07 12:00 am

Bueller, Bueller, Bueller
Pews faced to view the fooler
Tools taken from the tooler
Put online to try and school her

Austerity, Austerity, Austere
A cry that no-one cares to
Words with fares to blare through
Worlds unfair to tear through

Heaven, Heaven, Above
A thought I think the world of
If nothing comes from nothing
What are acts of love?

Dusti Rodes

2014-03-06 12:00 am

Bringin' it on 'ome

 One minute,
 We're jokin' with,
 The next, Pokin',
 One another.
 Sendin' silly Sunflowers,
 Exchangin' banal banter,
 Fixin' up homesteads,
 In Farmville;
 On Facebook.

 Then in a 'shanty town' ,
 On a mud-strewn hillside,
 In Brazil.

 Or down on the Delta,
 In the bayous and levees,
 On the Mexican Gulf.

 In the centre of Brisbane,
 'The Sunken City',
 In the Sunshine State.

 Out in the suburbs,
 And the surroundin' countryside,
 In the vast areas of deluge,
 Of Queensland.
 In Pakistan,
 And Haiti.

 'Friends', are fightin',
 For their very lives;
 Through no fault of their own.

 Dusti Rodes (2012)

Dusti Rodes

2014-03-05 12:00 am

HOT BUTTERED TOAST

 Hot buttered toast,
 Thickly spread.

 Hot buttered toast,
 Best made,
 With thick white bread.

Dusti Rodes (2009)

Dusti Rodes

2014-03-05 12:00 am

STORMY WEATHER

 Them ol' rain clouds is rollin' in.
 Thunder is brewin',
 Lightin' is gatherin' in the sky;
 It sure is lookin'
 like we is gonna have
 one hellava storm,
 Bye'n'bye!


Dusti Rodes (2010)

Dusti Rodes

2014-03-05 12:00 am

THE STAND-OFF

 The other day,
 I challenged
 the World,
 To a gunfight.

 It told me
 It couldn't come.
 It was too busy,
 Circling around the Sun.

 Poor excuse, I reckon.


Dusti Rodes (2007)

Dusti Rodes

2014-03-05 12:00 am

FLOWER POWER

 Bougainvillea,
 Stretching up out,
 Seeking the sun.
 In a south-facing window.

Dusti Rodes (2011)

Dusti Rodes

2014-03-05 12:00 am

WOLFGANG

 Harley riding,
 Snuff taking,
 Mah Jong playing.
 German Hell's Angel.
 Holding court daily,
 From his pool-side seat.

 The family man,
 Playing with his boy.
 Joking with his wife.
 Making instant friends,
 Of the strangers that he meets.

 Sharing a day to themselves,
 Doing nothing in particular,
 But everything in general.


Dusti Rodes (2009)

Dusti Rodes

2014-03-05 12:00 am

L'HIVER APPROCHE

 Il fait chaud.

 Curtains, like the evenings,
 Being drawn earlier.
 Cyclamens, on the window sill,
 Leaning towards the light.
 Dark before dusk.
 Leaves falling by the second,
 Whipped up by the winds.
 Temperature droppin'
 With the sinkin' sun;
 That spends most days,
 Hiding behind clouds.
 Half moon present
 In the failing light
 At four thirty.
 And it's not yet November.

Dusti Rodes (2010)

Dusti Rodes

2014-03-05 12:00 am

THEY'RE PLAYIN' WITH THE CLOCKS

 They are playing with the clocks,
 Stealing our time.
 Precious moments, passing us by.
 What was it they said?
 Spring forward,
 Fall back.

 They're playing with the clocks again.
 Messing with our minutes.
 And our minds.
 The British Summer has gone.
 It's certainly a mean time,
 In Greenwich.

 Still light in the morning, for now.
 But dark long before dusk.

Dusti Rodes (2009)