Gord

2014-05-14 12:00 am

I no longer scribble rhymes,
Rather my squiggles deny harim.
I charm snakes to pilot pilots.
Writing to merely appease the miser:
Metaphor of all those wiser than him.

The Sophist

2014-05-14 12:00 am

Perchance to live in witness,
Stars burst and rearrange,
Radiantly crumbling,
As charcoal'd skies remain.

Bemeeting life with endless bliss,
This bears repeat in ways,
Beyond the charcoal skies and souls,
A single voice remains,
A single man to compliment,
Beyond the stars there lays,
An endless charcoal firmament,
Muse of all my days.

Gord

2014-05-14 12:00 am

A man comes to understand,
Only as is printed.
Lifted from the past,
The word casts its witness.
Powering part of a pattern,
The flower grows mathematically.