Gord

2019-09-20 07:22 am

Pence felt worth, more than all,
Dirty and small, spending curt.
Maybe to shout,
Maybe to doubt,
Chasing two shorelines,
Given scourge or knout.
Schoolyards abound,
Fence built high, to the clouds.
Fools abundance, mountain climb,
Peace can be free, expensive as dying,
Riddled with fear unknown, prying,
Heavy to swing for liars.
Fences can be expressive as lessons,
Lesions on the back of your neck,
Illegal, yet a photography session,
Perhaps I soon like Kim can attest.

Gord

2018-11-01 06:54 pm

Reading of lives I enjoy deceit,
My letter bold, italic and neat:
"Please hear me, Greek, leek,
I sometimes write nonsense,
Lest hope you would hear it."

Leading my lines,
Foreseeing poetically,
Receiving a liar guilty.
He says:
"For stanzas today, teacher,
I stand like bread features,
My brother filet beside me."
For once he doesn't lie,
Looks for the sky, sees ceiling.
Nothing aground marks his feeling,

Seeing the concrete,
He remarks of life:
"To tryst so wildly, again,
Would Vivaldi paint so vividly?
Probably, and with champagne,
because his name has dignity."
So seeing his window,
He thinks of rain.

Gord

2018-10-16 06:37 pm

Imagine your achievements dreamed,
To swim upstream, one's valor full,
Salmon like calendar, won tomorrow.
River colander rusted and massive,
Is this my love, and forever after,
To be strained by dirty captives?
I magic your feelings careening,
To sink a damn, one's cup too full.
Salt mounds like ashen piles,
Too often borrowed by a saline cult.
Maybe my faults found by asking,
To speak upfront, one never knows,
Maybe fault-lines, foundations cracking.
To be a tan, army man, evil being,
May be taught lies fundamentally ethic,
Baby breaking, tied to shouting rhetoric.

Gord

2018-02-08 05:06 am

A poem written in jest,
Forgive my candidness.

Live life a person kinder,
Man damned and woman candor,
Sky full of condors, vultures,
Even politicians disgusted.

Red lines and yellow subjects,
Life full of candid sculptures,
Culture vulgar, Butler colored,
Abreast cigarette smokers,
Who vote for nothingness.
A king of the foreward,
And cowards who sit home.

Gord

2017-09-28 04:57 am

Feelings in her heart,
Apathy of mind lost,
The world desired,
Earth forgotten,
Therefore pursuant of swine,
Love begotten.

Reading of foreigners,
Yet her poetry declines,
Like Vines, Fine Wines,
Rhyme lines her mind;
Obsessive of forewords
 and forever afters;
Useless goodbyes,
Given in poor wording.

Forgotten is passion,
For words and order,
A husband mastered,
A wife only borrowed.

Avreen

2017-07-07 06:24 am

I sat under the tree glancing nearby,
hoping to find someone who could see me cry.
Dreaming about a happier place,
I stood up and walked speeding up my pace.
I saw a girl sitting on the green bench looking as if trying to hide,
Just like me maybe no one was there by her side;
and with loneliness surrounding and head down 
she suddenly looked up gazing around.
Seeing her face, I turned back in trauma
and saw something which I could never forget
"Why do you look back? This agony and pain ruined my life
Its about that rain of acid which turned my cheerful life into a life so vapid".
With tears all gone, I held her head high
"there is no need for you to cry."
You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen
and I am not lying because I totally mean.
All punishments for the guilty are too small,
it is now time for him to fall.
I then realized that in this world of misery and sadness, there is a lot to see
Even the acid victims have the right to live just as a common girl like me.

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

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.

Gord

2016-10-14 12:00 am

If the American government told you, 
life over death,
Would you just believe them,
and choose to live?
If the American government told you,
We're just having fun,
drawing lines in the sky,
Would you believe them?
If your president warned you,
Of the coming apocalypse,
Would you believe the Americans?
Or choose to live?

Justan Mitchell

2016-04-13 12:00 am

Justan Mitchell

2016-04-09 12:00 am

Jack Scott

2016-02-20 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

2015-03-12 12:00 am

Voice 1:

Voice 3 best friend. 
Not a yes man but extremely loyal.

Voice 2:

Wife of voice 3. 
Frail and cautious, loyal.


Voice 3:

First protagonist, rival of the first 
antagonist, husband of voice 2. 
Cautious but extremely loyal, very wealthy, 
especially in comparison to his friends. 
Initially friendly with voice 5 until 
the death of voice 4.

Voice 4:

Brother of voice 1, 
good friend of voice 3. 
Foolhardy and Quick to fight.


Voice 5:

King of a very small kingdom. 
Comparable wealth to voice 3. 
Foolhardy and loyal.


Voice 6:

Wife of voice 5, 
secretly the main antagonist, 
posing as a frail woman.


Voice 7:

Second husband and lover of voice 6. 
Regretful and contemplative, 
but loyal and easily manipulated.


Voice 8:

Antagonistic philosopher who uses his 
inherited fortune to travel and does as he wishes.
 Disloyal yet foolhardy and quick to fight. 


Voice 9:

Right hand man of voice 8, foolish 
and easily manipulated by voice 8 
and his false philosophy. 
Extremely polite and intelligent on his own,
 but loyal to his friends foremost 
in front of them.

The Paraffin One

2014-10-01 12:00 am

Tragically the adolescence columbine,
Society takes blame for outlier.
Yet take no blame for the combine,
Priority is lost to class tier.
Yet they see no problem, all is well.
As long as one future desire's feces,
Vast open fields with enemies to fell,
Yet they see no problem in our species,
Masking an issue too virtuous to kill.
The children need guidance,
More knowledge and less grades.
For man is always capable of buoyance,
Only starting of poor knowledge in trades.

Perhaps they missed the lessons available,
Perhaps the guidelines made them incapable.

The Paraffin One

2014-09-16 12:00 am

Crime rate bears no relevance,
As evidence now confesses,
Relatively they decide evidence.
An industry denies its heritage,
Evidently they know confused:
Rage declines its benefits,
Never does it consider time,
Crime is of no relevance,
As victims now stand blameless.

Gord

2014-07-03 12:00 am

Wireless like the spy network.
Re-worked that line reads:
Pyrite like the bomb network,
That evolved from good times.
Happy days and thick lines.
Hollywood bats his back nine.
Happiness captured in his eyes.

The Sophist

2014-04-29 12:00 am

I'd strike out the sun for harming sinews,
This service I'll pay myself as a fine,
Enlarger of kingdom if ever I die,
'queathing my soul for the roar of a lion.

I giveth thee lukewarm blood of a newborn,
God my appetite; I hunger for power.
Shrew Lord of perpetual night liveth nigh,
Covered from danger in half-lighted fog.

Co-sign and write before bloodlines congeal.
Our magic will bring desolation to smog.
Fill the lines afore 'why?' and 'oh sigh'
Flog grace and damnation 'till three parts combine.