Gord

2015-10-01 12:00 am

Neither side Tamarack,
Fight of the fat necked fools,
Plague of constant addictions,
Evolving unemployment tools.
Told to stay, 
Yet constant movement with
No beast to slay, 
No need fur goods,
No need for gold. 
Dismay of only complacent future,
No brandy for feigning culture,
Prone future of needle-side nurturing.

Gord

2015-09-22 12:00 am

Words are my slave ship
Letters upon which they charter.
I freebase pure knowledge,
Elated: I inject real homage,
These poems resemble classic Art,
Stumbling upon a picture,
Requesting passage home. 

The Sophist

2015-09-21 12:00 am

Three loveless dynasties divine.
Providence in sheep inside.
Bleeding,
'Treating to be blinded.
The Feigning Suicidals.

Three peasants covering their eyes,
Not displaying thoughts inside.
Blinded,
'Treating to be bleeding.
A hopeless heart reciting.

Bed made and three pillows aligned.
Love lost 'tween a bout and twine.
Meaning,
Ends of never starting,
Twelve sorrows between two hearts.

Twelve hearts;
Their grief imparting.

Twelve stars align to follow charts.
Cosmic games of skeet in the dark.
Teeming,
Conducted by the stars;
An opera of three parts.

The loveless damned to be confined,
Only singing chorus lines.
Finding love within their sources.
Slamming on their desks with sore fists.

Bed tossed and our feelings opined.
Love found 'tween a tackle and twine.
Value,
Still,
But still restarts,
Twelve griefs of an ardent heart.

Earnestly,
Your soul departing.

Gord

2015-09-17 12:00 am

Cancer begets cancer,
society begets society,
For doesn't piety amble?
Doesn't a father lie,
when providing simple answers?
Questions beget questions, 
When space is found ample. 

Gord

2015-09-16 12:00 am

Three found in solace,
Dependant upon two for homage,
The hammer bent metal;
Providing knees in knowledge,
Until cap insatiable;
Those that tread upon water, 
Are stomped into mud this age;

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

2015-09-03 12:00 am

He puts on his cap,
Regardless of a bat or bases,
His face is just like his dads,
So they clap.
Beyond a pale horse is forever-after.
Regardless of initial fervor lacking.
Many men look upon a hill backing,
Ocean drying the Earth's pasture.
So they have.

The Sophist

2015-08-07 12:00 am

I want to release.
A rhyme about nobody,
With no honest remarks,
With no peace,
For the days passed,
I have lived,
Learned regret.
I am the reason for myself.
Nobody makes my bed,
If I don't make it for myself,
The Sophist;
The Thoughtless Beast.

The Sophist

2015-08-04 12:00 am

A tale of two lovers,
Who just couldn't chat,
Agree on a child;
So they cut two in half.
Half of a heart and a torturous act.

Kicked kids who were down,
In the back of their knees,
While they lay on the ground,
Begging,
"Help, please",
Raising their funds as they cough and they wheeze.

A tale of two brothers,
A matter of fact,
Who know what they want,
So they plot and attract.
Mending their hearts from the acts of their dad.

Kicked kings who were thrown,
On their backs with an ease,
To be cursed to the town,
No longer pleased.
Wandering streets eating scraps of raw meat.

Until the two brothers,
One gaunt and one fat,
Built a global chalet.
The plan isn't bad;
Physically wait for aversion to pass.

Gord

2015-07-22 12:00 am

The drunk denies,
Trunk lies emptied;
Whole lives gone ashtray,
Until God led astray;
Upon a broken branch,
Dangling over Hades.
Calm as the sea,
She walks the tightrope.
God decides not popes,
Nor who is to be.

The Sophist

2015-07-13 12:00 am

Twilight of the twelve queers;
So twisted and obscured.
We act as though we understand them;
Though with fear.
Twelve steers led by a steer.
In twelve straight abstractions.
A beast walks without ears.
Travelling wayward through swelled sounds,
Unable to hear.
Walking billions upon billions of miles to see;
Infinitude of the spheres.

The Sophist

2015-06-19 12:00 am

No bulwark for a king's depression,
But bulwarks for a king,
Homework is a learned obsession,
But bulls work for a king.
Dogmatic in a weird direction;
Every single thing is,
Worthless upon first conception,
But the first born of the king isn't.

The Sophist

2015-06-09 12:00 am

I have grown with the band,
When I couldn't sleep,
When I lack intrinsic wake.
When I watch them take the world;
I feel I do the same.
Symphony for a pilgrim's soul,
Divine beyond these finite words,
I dream to see them live.
That bond will never break.
Forget not,
Those tunes will never leave my brain,
Akashic records play forever;
Even in my grave,
I'll always love those men;
So much it's prolly gay.

Gord

2015-05-30 12:00 am

Arrogance not of the phallus,
but of action, and inaction.
Tinnitus not of the hole in the head,
Ringing caused by self-trepanation.
Few trepidation to remove my brain,
Truth was reviewed to be,
But against what could be,
That said with mind ironically elating,
I do enjoy a memory when masturbating.

The Sophist

2015-05-22 12:00 am

I gave you that;
Which wasn't half bad.
I gave you love;
If you consider my dad.
Never gave my mom,
Anything we had;
So if I give you love,
Be warned I'll take it back.
If you find my love one day,
Just don't take it half bad.
Maybe it'll last for a day and a half.
I sip hate with a handle;
Pouring love with carafes.

Gord

2015-05-15 12:00 am

A standard Cheshire cat,
Attacked for the manhood;
Leaves, my grass drowning,
Dry philosophies, dowsing;
The Station Nightclub fire,
They leave my ass browning,
With steeds stood laughing;
Horse jokes abound:
Human life masticating,
Human jokes around,
Running is for the horses,
Desires aggravated.

The Sophist

2015-05-13 12:00 am

A charge upon thee,
Assault upon my person,
Trigger of my dignity,
Myth'll make it worsen,
Find two and two as three,
Head hung beneath a merkel,
Abhoring Greek,
Abhoring Roman,
Abhor mythology.

Abhor to write or speak.
When weakness strong,
And braveness weak.
And as we sleep,
No longer fly,
No longer laugh,
No longer climbing trees,
Our dreams are gone,
As a treat,
We put pure reason in our mouths,
Infected with disease.

Veins infected too,
Running to my finger tips,
Swelling to the moon,
Back into my wrist,
Swaying to the tune,
In need of amethyst.
To cure me of my drunken state,
Kiss me with your teeth,
Make me feel your pain,
Then kiss me with your drunken lips.
Burn the greatest books,
Whisper greatest stories,
Slowly back away from bliss,
Lying down,
Accept defeat,
Merrily,
Ideas are but temperless.

Gord

2015-05-06 12:00 am

Voice
To explore the belly of the beast,
Is to die for what you believe in.

Countervoice:
Explore the mouth of a dog, 
Finding nothing, move on.
I implore a decision by partisan.

Voice:
As if I were to run ashore autistic,
Circumventing a sky of no direction,
Upon sunken ship of squalid condition.
I prepare for no blockade partition, 
No handkerchief can adopt misdirection,
So no thief can hold a cloth of gold.

Countervoice:
Mention again of the god-dog.
Who sits at the feet of us all.
Sub servant religious dogma,
Poverty being stomping ground,
If man is to answer a challenge,
Who is to call him down?