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Gord
2015-10-06 12:00 am
As tradgic as future sound. Ground eventually hit tarmac, Inverse of the ultimate, Cut sleep, Cut meat, Cover rent, paid in freedoms. Beyond bent metal is bent men, Tragically beyond them the concept. One has freedom in their hands.
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.
Gord
2015-02-25 12:00 am
Gold dinar seemingly portrayed free, Creased jeans denote not experience, Nor worn strings of the old guitar. Popular opinion seems to be, Gold crowns hold some sentience, Power, However is only an art; Movement of heart is truly living, Prudent hopefuls, human beings, Students convalesce upon the sea, Trading complacence for femininity;
Gord
2015-01-29 12:00 am
Voice 1 [name] lies slain, with no equal, Peerless upon the battlefield; No sword could cleave, No arrow shot could find peace, Only freedom. Now only the beast remains free, Feasting upon our arrows' fleeting; Damage so immense, I see no fleeing, Alas, only further death. Voice 2 Begone, for I fear not cancer. [name] does not meet demands; Will being not to die as asked of. Voice 1 Cannot a voice reach thy ear? Cannot a man be slain by sword, Common for the man of little fear? A million miles lies between us. Voice 2 My man does not fight to falter, Nor sing songs of issue paltry, Yet, alas, at last I hear him not. Only cheers of men which he fought. Voice 1 exits.
Gord
2014-12-05 12:00 am
Triad written, triad lost. Writer smitten upon those accost. Freely written upon winter snow. Merely smitten with long lost globe. Toward the mark I ride alone, Never to hit only return to atone. So, yes, I did smoke the dope. I french inhaled and redistributed smoke.
The Sophist
2014-10-29 12:00 am
Throw your freedom to the wind; Enslaved to throw again. So intelligent he looks, Though even though he sinned, This man you would defend. Written in the books, Vices will be trimmed, Virtuosity amended, Sheet of truth been shook, Giving common men their wings, Free to fly ahead, Travel on by hook or crook, Approve or you rescind, Find your freedom in your music, Letting go of other things.
The Paraffin One
2014-10-02 12:00 am
Apocalypse they prepped for never came, For mother never even prepared for birth, All, Among the leaves rot the same, Yet none bother to even feed the earth. For all that shoots becomes hostile, Especially in the face of a newcomer; Lowe the god that shoots the tile, Bottle similar to that of his newborn. Quoth the bottle: Leave my spirit, No man burdened by free will, Suppose the throttle is under skirt, No man burnt will be free to chill. Suppose we see our freedom filled, Then who benchmarks freedom stilled?
The Paraffin One
2014-09-18 12:00 am
A bridge too far is a bridge too far. Simply put it goes beyond. Unnecessarily a player struggles, To play an off-key yawn, Play chords, save the trouble. Nobody listens anyway inside of a bar. Bridges that lead to beyond, Then abruptly end in the sea. Why turn from sea so calm? You could jump to freedom.
The Paraffin One
2014-09-16 12:00 am
So before my light extinguished, I'll least try my hardest, Exploring every possible cavern, In hopes of holding my interest.
The Sophist
2014-09-04 12:00 am
Both sides support reform, God I feel dumb, Then I go back to watching porn, That still too is dumb, Ah, ugh, I'm wracking my poor brain, Surely nothing can be done, If something clearly is insane. Begone to the pits of apathy, Where men are fighting to succeed, Be free from binds which binding me, Lead me blind to blind society. Truth be told it would be great, To record sounds and meditate, Without hoping to get paid, Ad space isn't free, We pity ourselves if ads are sent to peace. We sent our brothers off to war. Speaking of the fun; Fighting for a rival hoard. Dying in the sun; Pierced by a brother's sword. Ah, ugh, I'm wracking my poor brain, Thieves thieved some time for fun, Our heroes appearing more and more depraved. To share the same disease, Tortured through our dreams, To decay among the trees, Torment; a short and brutish piece, Yet all of it is great, Bleeding essence every day, Alderson loop of disjunctive melodies, Existence sings in remedies, Never will the tempest ease, Yet underneath there lay a silent tone, Arranging scattered harmonies.
Gord
2014-08-28 12:00 am
No trills pursued are let out. No skilled musicians left around. No, I cannot live without, Nor can I live with, so how? So now no sow is milked, No free man is guilt'ed, So am I finally free to kill?
The Sophist
2014-08-07 12:00 am
Don' be 'fraid just don' come back. Don' plan attacks on modern days. They don' like us 'cause we're free, If "free" means happily enslaved. Raped every day but with a smile, Hostility like Abu Ghraib, Graves stone but a worthless trial, We might as well carve frowning faces, Omit names and write words only in dirt. There just write "fags". "Junior pupil at a private school nailed by nerds." Then just laugh at it. Muslims aren't depraved, Lennon even spoke at large of living in a bag. It's freedom in a way, Think about it, Living without caste, Judged only by your spoken word sans judgement 'pon your face. They sort of make a case, I'll even take it off if you can find a private place, It's just less of a disgrace. To think my mid-pubescent beard could not effect my fate. Ignoring shit we hate, We could probably find a pace that we can all relate. Chill music but still rocking in your face, Fat bowl of potato dill salad I created. Personally, I like war with lots of laughs; It can be great. Nothing personal, but I'll crack 'spic and nigger jokes all day.
The Sophist
2014-07-22 12:00 am
I hear a voice, A voice that is screaming, Words with no meaning, From lips I can't lean to, If I try. By chance or by choice, By passion or comfort, One or one hundred, Sounds you can run through, In your mind. If you give it a try, You can accidentally bike out onto the road, Get hit by a car, You can get drunk and die, Body falls on a button, Makes the world explode, It isn't that hard. If you're not young or retarded. Theseisms destroy, All classical meaning, Those labels you're dreaming, I'm going to eschew them, If you try. Sit back and rejoice, I'm not trying to free you, Nor'm I trying feed you my truth, View beauty in tandem, Anytime. Life isn't a crime, Keep your mind on a lovely abode, Eyes watching the north star, You can get drunk and not die, Live all that is written, 'tis the will of the poet, La palmure! J'am trop tard!ยน Soft sophist; sophisticated hardly. Footnotes: 1. La palmure...tard "The web! I'm too late!"
The Sophist
2014-07-21 12:00 am
See depths of apathy, In lengths of hair, Like half of me there, Other half in'other room, Gaping blankly it stares there too, Too, too, thoughts like lasers shooting off in my mind, See depths of beauty filling my eyes' seas, 'splayed 'round the front of my being, All this beauty is mine, Even you are in the bounty, You are the wind, the sail, the boat beneath my feet. You move me. You are a seed that grew toward this ever-falling tree. Freedom gnaws at nature, A crutching being what's need.
The Sophist
2014-07-07 12:00 am
Hating rap, Via rappers hating freestyle, Respecting the art, Seeing nothing worthwhile. A new look is what's need, Art lied, we need focus, Rap needs Lied.
The Sophist
2014-05-02 12:00 am
If you think, You are probably failing; The system designed, For Confusion. Mass sanity waning, Or so I find, Mass devolution, Mass losing of minds. Give me death or give me liberty, To build dreams out of my reveries, To deny myself to occupy, 'Til all of land is free, 'Til land taxes aweigh, Streets still paved and cleaned. If you think, They are probably hailing, Controlling your mind, With delusions. If you are training, To think 'Occupy', That's mass prostitution, Truly controlling your mind. Give me death or give me liberty, To build dreams out of my reveries, Tell them at a campfire, How good it feels to breath, When I fly above the trees. It's not awake to think, The only way to stay cosane, Dream vast absurdities.
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