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Gord
2017-07-25 12:25 pm
The earth poetry, Pro apros, for her, Hair flowing, Grave guarded, True to the dirt, Forever ardent. Temporal and lack taste, True feelings Antarctic, Soil barbed, heart anemic, Loose moral decanter, Measured in yardsticks. Yet life scenic, Living wage garnished.
Gord
2017-07-18 06:12 pm
Like a dull axe she finds problems, Forever chopping away at them, honest, Heart longing for promise disregarded; Dressed for the ward, fully pardoned; Walking son further follows suit, Continuing without education, Tongue misconstruing in search; Fuhrer didactic, in foolish, Shooting skies of oration, Bullets true to the earth; Flippant remarks of life, Piousness to the dirt, Burying words in nonsense, Burning iron and desertion; Shakespeare by any other name, Apt it was before tall tales, Lies furious among the vegetation, Born, lived and smothered there; Meat filler, then life billiard, Son born a killer, Writing of nonsense, Mentally ill, political figure, Opinion maudlin.
The Sophist
2017-05-18 12:00 am
Singing out loud For other people To hear it Feel it Steal the melodies I keep searching Myself For some meaning Breathing anxiously We just need some time to meditate and breath Like a tree our minds will open naturally Burning logs in the fire as we sing our songs at night Our thoughts oxidize, join the fire, and rise
Gord
2017-05-10 12:00 am
Folly of the hopeful hammer, Swinging away blind, aimless. Homer of the hero's fate, Not affluent, just writing, With his household safe. Self-flagellation, Self lying. Living a pirate lifestyle, Irate in heart, child in mind. Chide, mock, then violate, It fucking vibrates the soul.
Gord
2017-05-02 12:00 am
She writes poems of heart, Often written of donkey, Her poor forms of art, Read to visiting monkeys, Lower than a garden to him. Porous as a soul set afire, Or as the garden's soil, Mixed in with family dirt, Who grow weed and stay poor.
Gord
2017-04-27 12:00 am
Foreign art plastered, Partizan attitude mastered, World politics blunt, Our pastor burnt, Along with his frontage. Decorum not fantastic, Sheets plastic, drapes plastic. Their hearts taken, affront, Given pacemaker suns, Along with fromage, Some 21st century love.
The Sophist
2017-03-28 12:00 am
Lo Alas Loneliness Encrypt my heart From all the lies Malicious hacks Injecting pins in Plur attacks Controlling + Alt-shifted minds That place I know I am reminded Of you And I Am unrequited Still life It goes With booming silence That light That love That caused the violence That's not me I am the silence I surf through wind I soar with lions Still all my life I witness Nothing Blood Spill from my heart My crimson shining Armor lay beside it Quiet Still life On it goes In episodes No heart decrypting In fear our fear begets Compromising love to death
Gord
2017-02-28 12:00 am
Mace in my eyes, Ire in my heart. Desire at the port, Ships cause divide; Yellow violets field, Uplifting and stealing. They never were blue, Banking on healing; They dye red his suit, With hope of upheaving, He dies in it anyway, The price of believing.
Gord
2017-02-15 12:00 am
Passage to the heart clogged, Life maudlin, poor starting, Racers to support their mark, Post revelation reveal fakery. Mock factories bailing no hay; Poor neighbors decide to stay, Demand jobs and prosperity, And the American way. Self flagellation pays, Workers find jobs, Pride as their mainstay, Thy world in bondage, Thy wounds inflamed.
The Sophist
2016-12-28 12:00 am
Bird sings low Everywhere it goes Solo Volume decreased Old Crow can't hear Intricacies Flyin' from old notes Higher than most tho Song ain't loud Used to be Bird's quiet Crazy Speaks Feathers in beak Live Vibes to the beat Heat Released Birds flapping their wings Squawking their beaks Bending their knees Leaving their feet Lotus grows pink Cutting through deep Low melodies Low sounds of the songbird Played on repeat
Gord
2016-12-20 12:00 am
Pastures dry, the people see, Move on and feel their freedom, Seldom hearing people eaters. Creature seeking not being a career, Having not done it for twenty years, Seeking all monsters to be sought. Tables turned, the people rot. Yearning on for cannot be. Informed thoughts cannot read, Nor breed cattle to buy bread. Masters of a humble rest; Grow their own bread, Farm their own cattle, Fight their own battles, Propagating views to their peers, Which idealize each other, Making careers of judgement.
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
The Sophist
2016-10-26 12:00 am
Waiting for a miracle to save us, And we have saviors, But they're controlled by secret agents, Waiting for a miracle to save them, And they have saviors, But they're controlled by secret agents. His father wrote his epitaph, I know. He captured the hearts of the young and the old. God given talent given highest awards. He was yesterday's child, So the day he got old... Like midnight's stars he disappeared. Fagments of influence rapidly spread, Directing the youth of the afteryears, But the man wasn't dead, I can prove it, 'cuz dead mean don't sweat.
The Sophist
2016-08-22 12:00 am
Heart Aches Mine too No matter what we say or do Outtakes Passing by me Passing through Outpost of the things I knew I'll post about it Just to view Last daze Or maybe two I'm sure that I will think of you Darker days There shines imbued With brighter light of deeper hue I sing Though out of tune Of hope this light will shine on you Show us where we lost it all Show me if your love is true
James Williamson
2016-06-09 12:00 am
Crystal eyes. By:James Williamson Pierce through me with your crystal eyes. Look deep down to my shame and to all things hidden. Allow me only my breath, Inhale and exhale. We will test our limits, as perspiration on my face begins to glisten. You are my lonesome shadow, the dagger between my breast plate causing unforseen pain, yet If pulled out results in my demise. So look deep my dear past my darkness, fears and hatred.See my heart, cradle it so maybe it will become like you, vulnerable and crystallize.
James Williamson
2016-06-09 12:00 am
The spirit of a stallion. By:James Williamson A wandering spirit lives in me, no board or brick may be my home. With the soul of a stallion, through this world I will forever roam. Consisting of a two stallion band, only me and my lack of trust. We run towards the unknown future, followed closely behind by regretful memories and clouds of dust. My shadow is my mistress, the world is my wife. She is where my heart lies, and when I am tired of running, she will take my life. Until then I will drink from the sea, and gaze into oceans of black. From the world my heart emerged, and when it beats for her no more, she will submerge it back. My spirit is a stallion, forever running until I ache. A thousand times in this life, my brittle heart will shatter. Yet solid remains my soul, that no one can ever break.
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