Gord

2017-06-20 04:22 pm

Cardinal decision,
Restitution fuzzy,
Life full of miracles,
Nothing mastered,
Poor left darkened,
Prone to hazard;
Forlorn and fozzie,
Smoking hashish,
Life form conclusion,
Pride malarkey;
Doors departing.

Forms of might solvent,
Parted fighting.
Assets from god mighty,
A surety found apartide;
Their bond broken,
Kids bong smoking;
Dressed down in a skirt, 
In a world of blue jeans;
Beavers and loons still fighting.

Gord

2017-04-13 12:00 am

Three graves enacted,
Women ponder,
Men ponder,
Minds wanderlust,
Solution never founded,
Riddles forever onward.

The Sophist

2016-12-14 12:00 am

Whatever I did
I did it myelf
Fucked God and the Devil
Miserable
Accosting young rebels

When I was a kid
I sat on a shelf
Hiding in darkness
'til I piss'd myself
Not fearful of Argus

A game where amid
We sought and dispelled
My mother found these
Piss covered shelves
No brother beside me

She helped when I hid
She'd hear if I yelled
Instead she heard beveled
Breakfast cereal
Make music of rainfall

Taking blame for the good
Forsaking myself
Fuck with God and the Devil
I play songs as well
Drawing crosses in trebles

All over the grid
I marvel at how
When I look at these crosses
They offer some help

Gord

2016-10-19 12:00 am

Continuing to writhe in pain,
As the water runs through me.
Hopefully one day they find a cure for being.
For being alive most days can be aside,
Or sutured as the village Miser,
Who found his wealth in similar lies:
The bones and arrows of similar lines.
Propelled forward by similar desire.

Santiago Mounier

2016-10-14 12:00 am

The Sophist

2016-03-14 12:00 am

A confection, black and round.
With sugar and gelatin.
Found in allsorts; the young child's delight.
Bound in or licorice filled.

To maintain the same shape,
See the molds are all pre-made.

Shine, wax of bees, and molasses,
Failing potassium,
High blood pressure and heart failures,
Can be found in some.

Chewy ropes made, flat and round.
Bound with gum arabic.
As the crowd swarms, by trucks in the light.
Absurd to stock it at will.

To maintain the same shape,
See the molds are all pre-made.

Shine, wax of bees, and molasses,
Effecting the young,
Low IQs and behaviors,
Green stools of your own.

The Sophist

2016-02-22 12:00 am

The Sophist speaks of years forlorn.
Breathing in the ears of corn.
"What mercy does a savage make?
What pity do the foolish take?
They take one step,
and nothing more."

The Sophist speaks of emeralds.
So green and dope for sure.
So dope!
So dope, Oh,
And Green!
For sure...

Found but lost before,
Lost for all eternity,
Now He's found for sure.
The Sophist still confused by waves,
Playing seashells on the shore.
Scarcely eats,
Softly prays,
The Sophist sings in uniform.

Jack Scott

2016-02-20 12:00 am

Jack Scott

2016-02-14 12:00 am

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;

Gord

2015-01-28 12:00 am

Part the hanging gardens,
All found there is song,
Dogs, frauds and Sean John.

Apart from obvious tone,
Birds clamor to sing along.
Screaming from bottom o'lung.

Risks taken, Praying prone.
Laying open with only hope.
Hopefully a prayer is answered,
Pampered enough to count to atone.

Gord

2014-11-21 12:00 am

Throw all beings into groups of eagles,
Snowball eating full bags of dortios.
Chimp screeches I hear,
Peer boasting nothing but limp,
The cattle prodded openly,
Dying to reach new tiers.

Aharon Yosef

2014-10-05 12:00 am

Twisted moment making maidens kill heirs,
Violent hatred found only in pairs,
Dea, a deo exigitur, et deo accitos a mater.
Words that confine us will lead us to birth,
Sounds of the first man were cast upon Earth.
Cum dea exhorrent, cum dea so fair.
Cum dea horret, she shakes away care.

The Paraffin One

2014-09-26 12:00 am

Less tragedy found, less existence.
Scathing review of society liberated,
Less imagination and less acceptance.
Perhaps in a basement wired fascinated;

The Paraffin One

2014-09-18 12:00 am

Classlessly the entire generation asks,
Perchance who is to breathe this air?
Perhaps they know not of gasses,
How easy they are to acquire, wherever.
Why not just call someone a thief?
Why not a liar, or simple cheat?
For selling someone a leaf,
Calling gold that found among peat.
Couldn't ignorance be but a plea?
With no common ground to stand,
Everything you see marketing fleas,
Ticks suddenly drop in market demand.
Concept, is a concept if you understand conception.
The epitome of tomorrow claim they never got the lesson.

The Paraffin One

2014-09-15 12:00 am

No wave easily embraces a shore,
Yet broken it finds solace soars.
Beyond is sea, pale godless,
No effect easily saves scores.
Yet a violin plays of the whore,
Upon the pier, praying for goddesses.
A boat launches without birth mother,
Father never sees need for guidances,
Tragedy is compassions' like brother,
Yet time must pass or we tarnish each other.

My tragedy at sea was like no other:
I believed in no Poseidon of fate.
So I found no place safe to wallow,
Waves endlessly chased my starboard,
Port too was nothing but ocean onward,
So I trumpet ironic prayers for rain,
Anything to wash away my shameful act.