Gord

2022-06-16 03:37 pm

Calamity, their hearts dictate,
Failures, insanity, Hecate.
A spell long for them:
Dreams, but at a gamblers pace,
Meaning, but then actors change,
TV panel games as passion fades,
Children, teen, then move away.
Tickets to the gamelan races,
They own the stadium.
What do they say, of man,
Their fates? They rarely change.
One could sew sequins into thy face,
Meanwhile speak of other races,
All they would see is a cage,
Call their fathers, seethe in rage.

Stallions of grazing,
High yields, truncation,
Stars in amazement,
What feels like salvation?
A path of slave labour,
Tired people, consumption,
That's how I feel.
Everyone has their favorite battlefield,
Next to their cross with their name.
The spell longest for anyone,
Man and his grave.

Gord

2022-05-25 10:45 am

Amounts, they screamed, amounts,
Seemingly all they knows about.
Amounts, a mouth, beatings.
Even just, if by the brow,
Cow steps on the mouse,
Like a man steps on a mount.

Echoes, couch downstairs,
This is my house, GET OUT!
Narrowing in the mind, cowers
Like an arrows path forward,
Like time, straight, downward.

Dance, doubt, awkward bow,
Applause amounts, doubt,
Can a mouse hear the sound?
Leers, liquors, in various amounts.
In the end, a mouse needs cheese.
A cow needs many more things,
Succumbs to meandering about the fence,
Outside of this, they find no peaceful crowd.

People of the ground, fearing clouds, fearing now,
Cowards that fear when you speak and shout,
Cows teaching which they know nothing about,
Why should a mouse throw spears at the clouds?
Zeus and Venus,
Why would they fear if I step on a mound, kneel,
Bow or two step around it?
Are they cowards like me?

Gord

2022-04-23 12:43 pm

Atlas reaches, Earth teeters,
Who cares who stares beneath.
Apples, peaches, pears, kiwis:
Tree, what are seed to thee?
Tree, what are seeds to be?
Blue, what does it mean, to be Green?
Views beyond what one has seen.
Speed, a pace, to place them at the peak,
Then recede, what decides its meaning?
Perhaps at the roots, the soil is gleaning,
But at the root, a house teeters,
Tepid falling upon the cedar greens,
Of course, Of no fault to me, I feel.
Accepted outcomes of little dreams,
Confused with death, drift out to sea.

Lynn

2022-03-23 11:45 am

I smear vaseline in the corners of my mouth with a cotton swab to seal the cracks that are carved there
from smiling too wide
from laughing too loud
from speaking my mind.

I smudge the nails on my hands with paint, pearlescent and pink
to keep from moving
to keep from creating
to keep from fully living.

I confine myself to an apple and egg whites each day to mold by body
into what I see in waiting room magazines
into what it was when I was a child
into something impossible.

how futile, it seems, to meter my joy, to suppress the wind.
because, when one tries to obstruct what rightfully will pass,
it gains strength, channels down one slim canyon,
and blows everyone away.

Gord

2022-03-01 06:54 am

Paper, mind racing;
April, outside rain;
Days, time, pain.
Trial, minor inheritance,
Inside raging, vain,
Water droplet pacing.

Lies, decadence,
Left in the sunset.
Am I adept?
Think, look back.
Flies in everything,
Trying anything,
I, tried everything.

Trial, cherry picking,
Many years,
Their meaning?
A small committee,
Press, briefings:
Ideas discrete,
Their leanings.

Where is the time for healing?

Lynn

2022-01-25 11:14 am

the first time i heard
the word
was in the third grade 
as teacher taught us, piously, of the price He paid

as He felt the spike rip though
tearing his palms asunder, in two
He pleaded, Father, why me?
why must the sacrifice i be?

the first time i understood
the word 
was in the sixth grade 
as i started the decline into womanhood

as I lay, fetal, on the bathroom floor
and the blood soaked my legs and the pain a dull roar
I prayed, a desperate plea, Mother, why me?
why must a woman I be?

Gord

2021-12-14 04:44 am

One last deal, a man's feet,
Glass sharp as steel, 
Half free, half demand,
Protect land from the sea.

Footing, Looking up,
Good enough, discuss,
Bullshit words, wooden result.
All I can see is the head:
Bad feeling in the bed,
If only I could fold my hands, 
Lean, sleep and dream.
The chaos I would see.

psyaviah

2021-12-07 09:00 am

We are stories
  Ideas
  Tales of us were told
  Long before we were

We are stories
  Ghosts wandering 'n minds
  Tales of us passed on
  Long after we were

We are alone
  Together
  In sadness, in joy: we become human

We don't exist
  We're nothingness
  Unless we share
  Unless we're two or more

psyaviah

2021-12-07 08:58 am

Trackside, the engineer twists and turns
Back and forth - on the chair
Tapping feet
Biting their lips
Clenching fists

The balance must be right

Between performance, between life
Focus, forthright
In every tiny decision
Every design to make
Weighing off the balance of winning
Versus the life one could take

At light speed, the pilot twists and turns
Every lap, committed in the highest of G's
Back and forth - shifts and learns
Working wrists
Operating feet

The balance must be right

Between speed, between sight
In every corner
A decision awaits
Weigh the balance of life
Versus the passion to race

Gord

2021-11-26 05:13 am

A horn right where the heart is,
A horn is where we started,
Beasts of a Godhead, snort,
What else would they know?

Seven heads, Seven hills, a woman sits,
Fearing what we couldn't fix is still amiss,
On top of the hill, one digests the hits,
The house my father built is sticks.

This calls for a mind with wisdom,
Or A horn right where the heart is.
For economics, For a little longer,
For when they finally got it,
The realization, it was violent.

Then floods, then nothing.

No foundation to stand on,
I must found myself, found my call,
But the houses my father built are gone.

Gord

2021-10-02 02:38 am

Like a rabbit in a trap,
Wiggle dance, calls,
Nobody calls back.
Wiggle dance, candle wax,
Like man, cash advanced,
Calls, nobody calls back.

Paulopalztheripper

2021-09-18 02:40 pm

#THE RIPPER#

Do yourself a favour
When he hurts you
Do not do fit a hug
My hands will be tied
When he abandons you
Do not seek refuge in me
I would have gone abroad 
When he despises you
Do not come for my live 
I would be short if feelings
My heart has gone sour
Bleed out cold and dead
My humanity's been shut
I have gone all black and grey
My heart seems to be missing
Emotions are long gone
I have accepted grief and pain
Sadness and misery now clothe mW
Love's been sent out of my window
When he abandons you
Your face ruthlessly smashed to he ground
Your arms brutally ripped apart
Your body gracefully cut to pieces, but by bit
When I think of you
Even hope despairs
Faith has its doubt
Bravery now shivers
Your slow and painful death
Is all I await
For I am the ripper.
🚫
#paulopalz#
#theripper#

Gord

2021-09-16 08:48 am

Truffle, my gems are gone.
All bets are off.
Swan, water, ruffles,
Trouble underwater,
The fish will balk:
Death march talk becomes bubbles, 
They beg off, shot in the stomach,
Test nothing, swim to the bottom.

Lord, I spoke to God.
Soft, I sodded off.
Man, laughter, shuffle,
Trouble in the park,
People just forgotten:
Talking until nonsense,
Their tussles long,
Of consequence and knowledge,
Then replaced by logs.

Gord

2021-09-01 01:31 am

Job,
Free me of what happiness was, 
Cartier watch, Armani galliard.
Can I wake to a crappy alarm,
Feel apart from country laws,
Contract law, writing Sir John
Condescendingly at the bottom.

If three is a charm, 
And I keep it with me,
Can I wake to live somewhere,
Where you see the stars in all their beauty?

mtspoet

2021-08-06 07:20 am

A treasure full of dreams
A future wrapped in gold
What our indecisions bring
Within each box that life will hold

Hidden in the square
Amongst the corrugated seams
Is more than just thin air
And the light from distant beams

There are memories we have known
Within the box that cannot part
Like the flowers that have grown
Just to touch a gentle heart

Upon these feathers within a box
I shall sleep on them tonight
And to the ticking of the clock
I shall dance the angel’s flight

Says the label dressed in red,
“Never touch what’s in the box”
So many thoughts run through my head
Of all the moments we have lost

Michael 8/5/2021

Soulwolf31

2021-07-27 11:38 pm

As she floated through the air
She looked down on all she loved as if she didnt have a care
Death betrayal and pain
All emotions that drove her insane
Her legacy she wants to instill in all to be better than most
Now she is her own worse ghost
You see she always did the opposite of all she said
To her but not most her most valued  accomplishment  is that she is dead
She was jugde by all as she tried to stand her grounds and be true to the morals she set
As there stare grew bolder and there words direct and hateful she felt death was her only bet
So she closed her eyes took the blade and stabbed herself in the chest
Praying that god knew her heart best
As the blood oozes from her white shirt all she feel is relief 
And now that shes gone she leaves thoses she loved with her beliefs
Everyday she graced this earth with her present she was haunted by her memories that was drowing her in a sea of tear
Her biggest regret is not that she lived but that she lived her life in fear 
As her body was lifed to the ceiling the darkness that once ironically consumesd her was replace with a light
And as she moved closer to the light it became so bright
There was a voice that she had heard many times beore
Telling her this wasn't the end and choose the other door
She heard the message loud and clear and vowed to do right 
And even on her darkest day she remain true to the light 
Because on that faithful day she died she really literary died however was born again
Not to live a life of hell but to do her best and at the end of her road know that when darkness and despair set in  she will always win

Gord

2021-07-20 04:34 am

Oh, to forget,
Castle, all, 
buttered pears.
But what of man?
Was he even there?
Even one percent,
I wish I could share.

All art forms a certain length,
All on loan, and suddenly end,
A dozen eggs, A dozen days, 
No son, No in love again,
Arms too short to hug oneself.

I feel as if I double dealt,
You tell me what face I have,
Where I belong,
That you've already won;
Wet seasons among, many drugs,
I regret: I've already punched.
Call me a spade, 
But I do what I want,
And I won.

mtspoet

2021-07-11 10:52 am

The time has come to pass.
The hours sound the chime.
How do you write such pleasing words
that our time has come to rhyme?

The smiles that show your heart.
The eyes that calm the sea.
How do you find the time to love
all of the things that rhyme with me?

And just like me your bird is free
to spread your wings and learn to fly.
What is the cause that makes you flee
each time that life comes passing by?

We are just a plan that life is making.
The first romance that’s ours to share.
The time has come to rhyme what matters,
within the heart that bleeds despair.

Come to me now and follow my dreams
that uncover the pieces born of the past.
The time has come near to make a new change,
and untether the slave you have held in your grasp.

With each moment I write I am thinking of you.
And every word that I rhyme you are near.
It is my hope to rekindle a time we once knew,
before the heart of true love disappears.

Michael 7/10/2021