Kodyboi

2014-04-15 12:00 am

A spark of excitement,
The riot van quietly rolls silently.
A flash of light, A firefight ignites.
Tonight is night, and it seemingly flies by.

To wake up in a daze with beauty deified,
In an illusion, or a pool of your own blood, useless.
Truncheons let loose and looser yet the coppers too.
Two men's fates hastened to a slate,
One an enemy, and one of the state.
One to die in his place,
One to die as a lopper, name in disgrace.

Kodyboi

2014-04-15 12:00 am

I'm the one you call the extremist.
God's forsaken lunatic, fear upon nations,
I detect and re-inflict pains past.
My legacy is forever lasting.

I am no one, to be reviled,
I am the one to sit and admire.
Jumping rope at the end of the street.
With no stone cast, no stone falls to me.

Gord

2014-04-15 12:00 am

My new world is atwixt.
Filled with candy and chocolate.
With a wafer so crisp.

The Sophist

2014-04-14 12:00 am

Falling Night,
Earthly harness,
Silent still,
I am the Darkness;
Growing violent,
Life betwixt,
Sitting hell,
Rising Sophist.

Aharon Yosef

2014-04-14 12:00 am

Vested in reality,
Blood of beasts and saints.
Destin blind with empathy,
Believing self divinely great.
And I suppose that's fine?
I mean, Hey;
What of judgements cast as mine?
Howbeit, 
What of judgements cast as they?
Pretending watch though eyes are blind.
Lay my head in shallow water,
Watch my face in clouds pass by.
Let me drown as hallowed fodder,
The message, 
Nearing.
The message,
Fie!
Simple timeless truths elude us.
Clouds in our heads,
Dreams in our skies.

The Sophist

2014-04-12 12:00 am

Morning Glory,
My favorite dozens,
An age old story,
Of age old muffins.

The Sophist

2014-04-11 12:00 am

You stole my fucking stones,
And now I want them back,
I'm exhausted for no reason,
And I doubt,
I doubt your mind's on track.

Where are all your pyramids?
I've never seen a one,
I'm angry all damned season,
And I know,
I know you're still undone.

I'm damn tired for too damn long.
Millennia since pyramids,
Meager wage preventing treason,
And I believe,
I believe conspiracies in myriads.

To stand back and reflect,
Drowsy,
Erect,
Accomplished,
And now we are the Iliads.
Worthless,
Lacking respect,
All shit.

New hands smacking old elect,
Lousy,
Inept,
Unaccomplished,
Yet the common ride on chariots,
Horseless,
Acting intact,
Shit polished.

Gord

2014-04-11 12:00 am

I log in online,
Most likely I'm confined,
   or retarded.
Online I can be anything I wanted.
Like I can be a dog,
and eat a dog's food,
I'm the average aspoet user.

I Have a sexual fetish,
With no sexual elements.
Eat clementine oranges,
Receive my erections,
Pointed in your direction.

Un-anointed poets are bereft.
The bottom of the page is best.
They re-post the date and the city.
Supplement updates how their feeling,
While they manage to omit their audacity.
Masterfully crafting their art: Re-posting.

The Sophist

2014-04-10 12:00 am

It's not easy being green.
It's not easy helping people make their own disease.
My name is Unimportant; 
I carry scopolamine flowers,
And I pay nothing for it.
My name?
I'm Confused;
I carry scopolamine flowers giving greetings profound.
Playing God of the hour,
Fleeting bodies abound.
Falter and fumble and fall to the ground;
Witnessing light of a paradise found.
Leading the blind,
With my feeble eyes,
Misplaced moral outrage,
Attempts to rewind.
To see druidic days,
Where there's bodies unfounded.
Peat bogs set ablaze,
Simple murders unsounded,
Lacking cause,
Mental haze killing thousands,
Our future disgraced,
Pelves smashed and heads pounded.

The Sophist

2014-04-09 12:00 am

First Epoch

Remaining austere,
Regaining sophistication,
Antonio tore us,
Your all-known creation,
Teaching the Sophist the true contemplation.

Second Epoch

Antonio Torres in poor destitution,
For the music they play is pure prostitution,
Well-tempered lyres swelling vast elocution,
Conception of torrents of great contribution.

Gord

2014-04-09 12:00 am

A moonlit night,
The perfect time,
To play my guitar,
While my mirror shines.
Wholesomely,
I build my melody,
I win my fight.
A shooting star!
I play for her heart,
Still I find no departure,
I still long for my woman.
To die beside her.

Gord

2014-04-09 12:00 am

No head of lettuce larger,
Plus no trade embargo.
No policia to stop us, bro.

The Sophist

2014-04-07 12:00 am

Did you call me a faggot?
No, I called you a bigot,
But you probably eat shit,
You big faggot, admit it.

The Sophist

2014-04-06 12:00 am

Now I'm alone,
My plans fall through my hands,
My plans falter my plans,
Ditch-dogging philosophers,
Diurnal bemoan,
Unified spirit,
Plods as it tries,
Not to grovel and heave,
Unable to die,
Hand firmly on heart,
Swear tell not a lie,
Humankind curses nix,
Shant invention decry,
For those who know me,
Easy going guy,
Steed Spearhorse,
A nobody,
Unable to kill a man,
With no body.
Triangles illuminating,
Intercepting, dissecting,
Emanating, reflecting.
Nervously wrecked,
Fuck-up of the hoi polloi,
A boy torn from life,
Tearing back at the tears,
Falling drunken sufficed,
Your plans fall in your hands,
Your plans are your plans,
You fall alone,
Your all alone,
And I'm Alone,
To Die Alone.

Gord

2014-04-04 12:00 am

Wait Waist!
Stay in Place!
I should've eaten more at subway.
I aimed at abstaining, dammit.

Gord

2014-04-03 12:00 am

I find fault at the way we speak.
Common practice happens to be harmful.
Why not cause change?
Because It's not change you seek.
You seek far less than mediocrity;
Practice harder and ply a trade,
Realize what it is to carry an armful;
I find fault at the way kids speak;
The common practices, owning Iphones.
Of their needing to cause change.
Of standing and telling me I'm the cynic.
Standing with less skill than Dionysus;
The propaganda industry only has 50 years;
No readable peer review, judges or pundits.
Industry fooling people into contributions.
No revolution, strictly opaque movement.
True knowledge occult only by emotion elicited.
We just don't need a German Nazi Party revisit.

Gord

2014-04-03 12:00 am

I have Rob Ford exposure;
I have Rob Ford composure;
I write mockeries in prose,
Which are meant to be poetically modest.
But I end up stuffing them in mailboxes,
Lighting them afire in a drunken stupor.

The Sophist

2014-04-01 12:00 am

BGEA,
Time to bash on gays,
Time to bash on Asian food,
Don't just bash to haze.
Bash some fucking heads in too,
Bash some fucking brains,
Bashing all the lunatics,
I'll bash them all insane,
I'm bashful in my private life,
Bashing costumes in the gaze,
Bashed my own head full of dreams,
Abashed, I bashed them all away.