Week 37 Archive

Gord

2024-09-10 10:32 pm

Olive oil, Turquoise,
Handsome boys,
White lattice joints.

I've heard art and noise,
Made economic choices. 
I've heard Pink Floyd,
Still, within me tar boils.

I need another spawn point,
Another black void,
Olive oil, Turquoise.

Gord

2024-09-10 08:56 pm

Rolling stone, 
Bragarts, and frauds, 
Divorce, over blowjobs. 
The most moss, gathered, 
Place it in a line, toss it up. 

Azure and cobalt, 
I understand what goes on,
I assure you, I see it all.

Gord

2024-09-10 07:52 am

Blue is to conquer, 
Blue is too cartoon, 
Complex creature,
Friend stealer. 

Objects over people. 
Blue, bottled vodka. 
 
Blue, she says is awkward. 
She says, blue, pass the aux,
Never even noticed I was gone.
Never saw the blue within her.

Blue boxes, blue water. 
Blue, recycled concepts.
Blue is to conquer,
Like blue is to want,
Dream and wander.

Gord

2020-09-08 02:23 pm

I stayed at the Cambridge,
Apples on the table, bliss,
They can replace it.
I am brave and amazing,
Plus I stayed at the Cambridge,
Framed paintings of swiss,
Along with playthings,
Replaced daily.

Gord

2018-09-11 01:30 pm

Pour courvoisier, coke, smoke weed.
For core voices toking loke green:
Cork d’or choice, spoke woke meaning,
Joke broke gleaming,
Boast goat dreaming,
Invoke oak healing,
Poke coded readings, or cook mud.
Saying I wouldn’t eat if off the bud,
Gimme a fucking break, dawg you would.
So form apostrophes, hoax followers,
Dominate dossiers bespoke by leads.
Chorus needy, broadway job, police:
Honest lobbyist leaps, not,
Calling policy preacher law,
Homely Claudius fears god,
Homer justice, and beating his chest raw.
Former lover, for I see you as bourgeois,
Fleecing people of their heart and minds,
Champion blind, one eye is all but lost, 
Camping, body weak of fighting for causes,
In causeways, his cautious mind pines,
Cheesing through life, eating off rind,
Leave, dodge, dive,
Breed, scoff, lie,
Edict goes like:
What is life? Four courses, hope, feeling?
Of course there’s more, but more redeeming?
He simply says: I’ve not found thy.

Mary Steffen

2017-09-12 10:24 pm

autumn ends
glory days ahead
fall hope came

Gord

2017-09-12 09:42 am

Swords filed down to soot,
Roses thrown at their feet.
No proof of their misdeeds,
Long Forgoing unlikely heroes,
The Earth rolls on it's shape,
Divides by zero then escapes,
Sequence complete,
Even if it seems short of an era.

Could I program a world so full hate?
Only more divisive,
 with my heart to feint on;
Should I find a brush to paint,
I could not,
Nor would I make clay forms,
And force them to mate,
As Satan does.

Who more lovingly than I,
Is timed less?
I would laugh at the sheer thought.
Cakes of dirt and mud pies,
Fed to a princess,
For the world outside she knows not of,
What a austere world to take from.

Gord

2018-09-12 09:04 am

Solemn acoustic, play yourself,
Silent, foolish, I wait for death,
My chord arrest, My Lord attest.

Holland music, half my breath,
Tax my address for half my wealth,
Alas my protest, perhaps my stress,
In direct response, my indirect.

The woman scoffs at his giving gifts,
Living gifted is not an ornate box;
Richly leveraged when you need a lift,
More alike to a light that is simply off.

She says, take me out, tonight,
Whereto the people are young,
Bodies are loose, fabric tight.
He says, mistakes and lies,
Too young to accrue true views,
He mocks and chides.

Gord

2021-09-16 08:48 am

Truffle, my gems are gone.
All bets are off.
Swan, water, ruffles,
Trouble underwater,
The fish will balk:
Death march talk becomes bubbles, 
They beg off, shot in the stomach,
Test nothing, swim to the bottom.

Lord, I spoke to God.
Soft, I sodded off.
Man, laughter, shuffle,
Trouble in the park,
People just forgotten:
Talking until nonsense,
Their tussles long,
Of consequence and knowledge,
Then replaced by logs.

The Sophist

2015-09-10 12:00 am

Day 1:
No stoic women and no false metal,
Living the life,
Inside of a kettle.
Hopping and jumping,
Trying to escape.
Grinding my teeth,
While the symphony plays.
"Does it feel great?"
"Yeah, it really feels great."
"Now what should I do?"
"I'll cry the next day."
Weeping,
Watching the moon start to settle.
Disappear too soon below false nettle.
"With such regret I will miss when I die,
So I dream to escape the world I deny."

Day 2:
I sleep;
The moon and my mind both settle.
I no longer jump;
Steam fills my kettle.
These stoic women;
Fawns for false metal.
Living my own life;
Fit in fine fettle.

Gord

2024-09-13 10:09 am

What changes with age?
Cambridge, Yale, Navy.
But today it rained,
So blue wins the day.

Head nod, hand wave.

Stop, playing games, take aim,
Place weights upon my grave,
Nothing will change my fate.

Head nod, hand wave.

What changes with age?
Space, royals and babies,
Softness of brains,
What is mundane?

The third day on the front page,
Shame, shame, shame, 
Change, change, change.

Wait, wait wait,
But away they sailed,
So blue wins the day.

Head nod, hand wave.

Gord

2020-09-11 05:58 am

Drinking Bowls and pitchers,
like smoking coals and timber;
If only bones could lift,
Our home, save the children,
Even buried having all gold and silver,
Can an afterlife supply of groves and vineyards?

Old and crippled, mouth of the old man dribbles,
His eyes meet to eventually form a river;
How can he romance with trombones and singers, 
When he sees and himself, groans and withers, 
Lays down again amongst the toads and lizards;
Eyes hollow and wrinkled, bathrobe, slippers,
Windows, the stones that hit them, now coal,
Used to build all the roads and bridges.

Gord

2017-09-15 08:35 am

Piles until the top,
Flies at the skirt,
Pillars of salt,
 of the Earth,
Turtles until bottom,
Fire wherever we are,
Hide whenever lightning strikes,
Deserts eventully finds someone,
Living flame among life is hard.
There is no benchmark for him,
Spent onward is his life quiet,
A ball aptly palmed by oneself, 
Never failures, tailored farewells,
Jokes of the eyelids,
Mind less apt for aperture,
So he mocks and chides,
Fixated on the comical.

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#

Blake Garner

2020-09-12 06:42 pm

You would not believe your eyes
If you seen all the dark thoughts,
I keep at tide inside my head
If only that was true,
I can no longer control
these racing thought,
I'm a danger to myself
I've succumb to pain,
I've felt numb for too long
I inflict pain to just feel something, 
Thoughts constantly racing
Never a chance to think straight,
I've found a healthy affliction 
In the pain I inflict upon myself,
I can feel it now
Like cardiac arrest,
The slip of the chair
The tension around my neck,
Ill try my best,
The pull of the blade
Against my wrist,
I've been trying my best
How much do I invest,
Before its all over
No longer numb,
My Demons
They catch me when I slip,
Motor control loss
Mindless acts,
Just a permanent solution 
To a temporary feeling,
Exactly how long is temporary
All i want is for this living nightmare to be over,
These demons consuming me alive
Fighting is no longer a solution,
Don't stop me now
I know now noone would shed a tear,
Noone would shutter a sound
To stop me,
Forget yesterday
I dont wanna see tomorrow,
Remember when you told me
That I was better off dead,
I knew it from the start
I was never any good to anyone,
You can believe it
When im not here tomorrow,
Today I find something great
Today I find a Healthy Affliction. 

Gord

2024-09-15 07:38 pm

In the courtroom:
Pigs, blood, tofu,
Minotaurs loose,
Conflicts toward,
Cold, gloom.

Hospital wards,
Admittance form,
Logical words.

What becomes more true in times of war?
Ghosts, opinions that form a search for truth.
Indigo, blue. Stitch up your wounds, harlot.
Soon, the riddles will be about you.

The courtroom, 
The boardroom, 
Cicero, choose:
Which is for you?
Indigo or blue,
One million or two.

What becomes true in times of war?
Certainly not you, trials or support.

Gord

2023-09-17 07:37 pm

Was it like this all along? A bird wonders...
Like gawkers, ponders what they saw...

'Would you describe me, inside of a bar?'
'Must again, you make things be so hard?'
'Wasp, like I bumble about the pollen,
Following a humble belief seems wanton,
When you believe in things so violent and wrong.'

Bird, quickly describes in simple songs,
Big cities, things it saw in the puddle, 
Colors of war,  bees that talk.
Freedom, it sings, is also simple, 
One really needs not drift apart.
The big screen, another big scene,
It was mostly a facade...
Balk, talk is talk, feeling in the dark,
But most of what a bird said, lived on,
Proper relief is upon the soul after all...

So they write less of evil on the walls,
In the sky, on maps or village carts.
Against nothing, see the days beyond...
I suppose those concepts are behind us.

Was it like this all along? A bird wonders...
Is the city like a swallow, or like to swallow,
and will he be the next one gone?

Cause for alarm, make calls upon,
Anything, but you lost the one. You love...

Like a dog watching another sun set,
More talk, another sun will rise again,
Life for this bird is but more dogs.
So like a coward, survives the storm, 
Shivering as they make their calls.
Inevitably, to face the power lines alone.

Gord

2020-09-13 11:11 pm

Global player who creates the local cable,
Writing nomenclatures with known names,
Hoping workstations become playstations,
Whose drone planes zip along to no shame;

Teaching to make rain and thunder,
How your shame is the pain of others,
Whose praise and worship is nonsense.

Space traveler, declares his slave radical:
"No place for a sail with no waves,
No stone age for a failing sage,
Place the stones on his grave,
Then walk away."

Teaching to take pain asunder, 
How should I, seek, become a hermit,
With my star-ship lacking an AC?

Innasense

2020-09-13 09:17 pm

“Wake Up” 

Ahh, the unexpected depression 
of waking up to greet another day 
This menial mundane monstrosity 
Shaded in varieties of gray 

Sloughing through
begrudged routines,
Caged in by an endless checklist 
Punctuated only by commas. 

Collecting “cherished moments” 
On your camera roll 
To say the day was a happy one. 

Hiding behind the infernal screen, 
A spyglass to a world you don’t even want
But hold onto anyway 
with white-knuckled grip, 
Afraid that reality won’t measure up 
To this life stickered with fantasy labels 

And you wonder when the dreaming stopped, 
Probably that moment you realized you still hadn’t woken up a superhero, 
Or that unicorns don’t exist outside of fairy tales

When tomorrows bled into yesterdays 
And you looked back in wide wonder 
Questioning how you collected so many rings in your trunk 
And pondering where all the whimsy went 

Chasing shadows of what was
And what could have been, 
Gazing into the abyss of what-ifs 

Unnecessary self-induced miseries. 
A waste of numbered moments.

Time that could be spent counting freckles that bridge across tiny noses, 
And listening to the relentless chatter 
Of a little heart that has not yet been broken, 
And who still believes in the maybes. 

I see you little souls. 
For you, I awaken. 

Innasense

2020-09-13 09:15 pm

Poetry Satirized

What is this thing they call poetry? 
It’s mostly “pretty words” you see 

Ok, maybe there’s a bit more to it... 
I’ll see if I can walk ya through it. 

We rap similes and metaphors, 
Figurative language whores 

Plays on words 
And turns of phrase
Emotional squalor 
And issues for days 

Lovers lost 
And sadness deep 
Words that when trapped 
Keep us from sleep 

“Racing to the finish” 
Or dragging our feet 
And not to compete 
or attempt to defeat 
But simply
To complicatedly complete 

Alleviate or desecrate
All depends upon the date
Or what kind of day we had 
Pissed off, celebratory, sad
Or in poetic terminology, 
Raging, blessed, melancholy 

We personify and mystify 
“Let them see it through our eyes” 

We rhyme and reason 
Or sometimes we don’t 
It’s not that we can’t 
It’s more likely we won’t 

Abstract or concrete 
Or both all at once 
Painting deeeeeep pictures...

But sometimes only of confusion 
Poetic delusions 😉
Words made in illusions 
Or maybe allusions?
No wonder we can’t always reach a conclusion...

So “pretty words” 
though they may often be, 
There is a bit more to this thing...

Poetry.

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. 
😉😑

Innasense

2020-09-13 09:10 pm

Static 

Filled up with all that I can’t seem to say 
Brain buzzing 
...Static...
Like the constant angry drone of so many bees

Short-circuiting and electrified 
Monological trappings trapped inside 
An open book 
With nothing to hide 
But still the words won’t come alive 
...All I hear is static...

Chest compressed 
and short of breath 
static, Static, STATIC

Word obsessed, 
Linguistically repressed, 
Time-limited and hard-pressed 
Leaving me languid and distressed 
...Static...

Thoughts hellbent on sweet release
Chasing words and losing sleep 
Those just-right lyrics are buried deep
Underneath the static 

Ripping at my throat 
Itching in my fingers 
Insides aching
Quivering, quaking 
All this FUCKING static 
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Frenzy fading 

Thoughts relocating 

Words spilled out 

Conscious creating 

A state of nirvana elevating 

And all I feel is


Silence