crybaby

2020-08-20 11:24 am

8 years old
playing with dolls
marriage between thots
never touched the boys

then at school
cool swimming pools
putting on your clothes
causes me to drool

in 7th grade
joined the parade
thats the time i came
out of the shade

i regret
not sleeping at
that one night i said
what we cant forget

you pretend not knowing my face
you never call me by my name
i just need to know
what’s under the snow
what’s the name of the show
that you play

i wish i were straight
or you were be gay
if only you would lay
down with me babe
look me in the eyes
like i look in yours
kiss me on my mouth
and i would be yours

Steven Delvin

2020-08-10 12:32 pm

Rejoice O' Dear Pilgrim's
Steven Delvin Mututo Muturi

Rejoice! Rejoice!
My heart sings.
It's proud,quite a revolt,
Overwhelmed by high spirits.
Best better made choice's_
So proud of this feeling-
As not one can default_
Of all it truly seeks.
Fighting the wars,
merely won on the past_
previous Escapade's,
On the truces of truth.
Stands firm and tall,
Relatively all along.
A positive mentalist,
A determined mindset,
A humble individual_
Highly dedicated
And fully determined
Having negativism eradicated.
Despite how it all looks,
Sophistically complicated
I have all my wills,
Precious bills to be initiated.
A focused soul.
Doing the best to shake off,
All the shackles of darkness
Profuse dark need's_
No Hope mentality,
Out of our every human borne
Off the transgress,
Of life's worst enemy's,
That kill's hopes in life.
On very self individuals,
I try to wipe it all out
Erasing all its crooked details_
Engraved wildly on many
A blurred people's life.
The negatively emotional
Wrath stained life's invoice
Much a strain to many.
Just dearly,do hear my voice.
As in your personalised mails,
I will send some by the rails
Tagging along recorded clips_
Mine own recorded voice
Blended with messages of hope
The best percussionist's theme
With a perfect rhyming scheme
With a Hope streams beat sets
A perfect blend rhythm.
Rejoice!
Oo' ye' Brethren.
Son's and Daughter's,
Of the very Most High.
Let out your faint sigh's,
Relax your panting,
The gulping gasps,
And rest all your worries-
Along the wicked fears,
To the reign of the supreme
On the kingdom of the Most High,
Our Holy God.
Lay off,Yours all earthly burdens
And soar again-
As a new soul,
A new being_
Divinely borne
Blended in Holiness's.
Cast out your eyes
And settle them over,
The glittering sigh post_
With glittery letters of Gold,
That's so clear on sight.
A message of Hope,
To us all-
So loosen your grips_
And firm holds off the ropes,
That tags,drags along
The petty dark burdens
Of our own pretty pasts.
Embark on a Divine journey-
The very new noble course,
And progress with pilgrimage_
An affirmative programme,
Cruising mast vast mileages
Crossing many boundaries,
Past many a villages,
Across the horizons,
Preaching the Gospel.
Touching along lives.
New hopes,new things
Great achievements
And magnificent endeavors,
To people's you truly spell_
For a new life-
All can spell,
Walking in new Grace's
New righteous traces,
To the very far end..

Gord

2020-07-21 05:28 pm

A voice brittle, fawning,
Lost in eyes are appearance,
Yet words speak like songbirds,
Though simple, like acrostics.

If you can understand the point,
Does also your voice hurt,
 from screaming?
Do you need more caustic ideas,
 to dissolve your dreams?

My meaning, yours,
Our meeting curt, 
Can I find you feeding on lifeless birch,
With food superior for a life of wood?
Who fights against fascist sons,
Racist daughters to which they sum?
Who resolves just to be,
Sits aside until the burning stops.

What is beauty in a psalm?
Without the son, the daughter,
Is the sport lost?
Where the ice is more soft,
A cross stick, a want,
Whistle wanton, a decision.
To sit in a box, with conscious,
Or a sideline life to correspond
With your winnings.

Gord

2020-06-11 05:50 am

The bar too low,
A life in limbo.
Civil man elicit,
Dance too rigid.
Cancer, victim, 
Lance too frigid.

Is life another rhyme?
Saved for another time,
or just a bunch of lies?

Head and shoulders,
Knees and hipbones.
But does god see soles,
Planted into the beach?
How does god see souls,
Managed funds and stealing?
While reaching into homes, to take his piece?
A plastic man, made for shelves,
Laughs filling his fantastic needs. 

Gord

2020-06-04 12:25 am

The toad speaks, the mind sees,
The mouse squeaks of menses;
Too high to sleep, ego flying,
Does one write lines on sheets?
Scribble perfection, or deny?
Fights cannot be won, only survived.
Poet, please give me writing,
Forced to be, I need power to fight.

Gord

2020-03-28 02:32 pm

He asks with sorrow for another bottle,
Liquor is his rowboat, antique throttle,
Paddles and gives him thoughts frantic.
Adjacent his attitude, pavement coffins,
Adjudicating placement to favor coffers,
A judge can save him, about fifty dollars,
Then send Jim and Mary a judgement against.

If one pulls a rope far enough, can they pull past the end?
One fulfills prose full of love, do they look past themselves?
One trills hopeful of the mode, whether semi or tonal in sound,
Want unlike need, if one pulls a rope, can we find what we see?

Lynn

2020-03-10 01:15 pm

is a cardboard fortune cookie more reliable than the red lace of fate?
which is more powerful, the man or the legend that precedes him?
(or is it succeeds?)
who are we to assign arbitrary hierarchies to the world?
(putting ourselves on the crown)

our sanctimony has carried us, and it will bury us.

we do not need to be the best:
simply good and kind

Gord

2020-01-24 07:18 am

She says with her eyes: I am gone,
Evil days begone though.
Friday I am home,
Peace be with you, they say some words;
"Does a partridge purr?
Does a catalogue write itself?"
Words themselves can be like a cone,
Until one meanders about the dwelling.
Lonely girl, what do I know?
Is not the world yours to sell?
Would Lucky keep a sword or bow?
Would she emblazon her chest,
With Lions, giants, family crests,
Sayings of young exuberance,
No room for the later lessons.
Spear and shield,
All you need is God's help,
Divine wealth, stature,
Time and a long winter,
Along those lines,
I feel you'll get better.
No sous vide or fried Kelp.

Gord

2019-05-17 11:22 am

It heeds no class, or pottery,
Table made from ash and clay,
Imagine it a vaccine we needed,
Would you facebook or twitter,
To see images and read them?
Should you post a face thrice,
Is it a meme or is it your life?
I need no wax, only light,
Candelabra, give me fire.

Dawn Toney

2019-05-15 08:43 am

Our life together you and me,
Will always be worth a million you will see,
Cause I know how we need each other,
You and me together forever,
Just wait and see god will be proud,
You'll see,
What we built just you and me,
In this world that we could never see,
What was gonna be, when you and me looked at each other,
On that beautiful day,
Now look what has come out of loving each other,
You and me!

Gord

2018-11-09 04:40 pm

Railing, mirth like nail files,
Failure at the last mile, paling,
Valencia mailing, orange letters:
"Hello, my love endearing,
Are you not hearing my words,
Cello, or Othello reading."

Orator deceiving, apportioned more,
For boys, they are but fleeting,
Foreign peering at another girl.

Teenage to be, card or palm reading,
Do my feelings mean nothing more?
A chore on your list of meetings,
Suit, Tie and your railing grasped tightly.
I might be a fool for lies and deceit,
Ununique like an onion, carrot or leek:
"Choose me please, you need to eat.
Color me pink or beat me anew, kneed,
Until I am bread, so says the meat."

Your railing a crutch, always needed,
Like carrot bread has disgusting features,
You have disingenuous dealings with realism.

Gord

2018-10-11 03:08 pm

She writes fallacies of nobody,
Highlights for her hair color,
Callously she laughs with glee,
Ire beauty and young bravery.
Screaming in doorways sobriety,
I like to think she knows me not.
Picking flowers from her yard,
Policy alike her start, mother,
Discovering what to be, rather,
Honesty like her heart, lover,
It beats nobody clever. Until.

Forgive my desires: two stepping.
Your teacup leaking, I laugh still.
Sieve steeping, a living actress,
And to live needing? is this banter?
Definition in short order, leaving.
For give my empires to Stephen,
An idea more Corey than Cancer.
A ballet dancer, but a thick boy,
Holes among left awood with joy,
Man ideal for lawyers and cantors,
For one who teaches is forgotten,
Cotton tarnished in an oily oil.
Royalty royal and parched to often,
His voice softens, off his head,
For I too seek enjoyment, spread.

Gord

2018-09-12 09:04 am

Solemn acoustic, play yourself,
Silent, foolish, I wait for death,
My chord arrest, My Lord attest.

Holland music, half my breath,
Tax my address for half my wealth,
Alas my protest, perhaps my stress,
In direct response, my indirect.

The woman scoffs at his giving gifts,
Living gifted is not an ornate box;
Richly leveraged when you need a lift,
More alike to a light that is simply off.

She says, take me out, tonight,
Whereto the people are young,
Bodies are loose, fabric tight.
He says, mistakes and lies,
Too young to accrue true views,
He mocks and chides.

Gord

2018-09-11 01:30 pm

Pour courvoisier, coke, smoke weed.
For core voices toking loke green:
Cork d’or choice, spoke woke meaning,
Joke broke gleaming,
Boast goat dreaming,
Invoke oak healing,
Poke coded readings, or cook mud.
Saying I wouldn’t eat if off the bud,
Gimme a fucking break, dawg you would.
So form apostrophes, hoax followers,
Dominate dossiers bespoke by leads.
Chorus needy, broadway job, police:
Honest lobbyist leaps, not,
Calling policy preacher law,
Homely Claudius fears god,
Homer justice, and beating his chest raw.
Former lover, for I see you as bourgeois,
Fleecing people of their heart and minds,
Champion blind, one eye is all but lost, 
Camping, body weak of fighting for causes,
In causeways, his cautious mind pines,
Cheesing through life, eating off rind,
Leave, dodge, dive,
Breed, scoff, lie,
Edict goes like:
What is life? Four courses, hope, feeling?
Of course there’s more, but more redeeming?
He simply says: I’ve not found thy.

Hazey

2018-08-14 03:50 am

The thing that hurts the most.
You calmed my storms.
You helped make sense of the chaos.
You plucked me from brokenness.
Helped me find strength.

I don't know what it was.
But just looking in your eyes.
Filled my soul with peace.
I miss it.
I miss the quiet.
The calm.
I miss us.

I'm starting to feel broken again.
Empty inside.
Trying my best.
Not to let anyone see.

But there are days.
Where control escapes me.
Do you think of me?
As often as I think of you?
Do you remember my name?
What it once meant to you?

I look back on that day. March 10th.
Where I lost you.
Where every image I had of you.
Just shattered.
You were no longer a refuge.
You became a source of pain.
You still are to this day.

I blame myself for it.
For my losing you.
It's been three months. 
Realizing it's true.
I don't cry as much. Though my heart still does ache.
Try as I might; I can't bring myself to hate;
You. The situation. Us.

I want to throw it under the proverbial bus.
I can't. Because the sky still reminds me of you. It was our destiny. Our sky. The world was going to be ours. 
Accept it. It's over now. These dreams just won't come true. I need to accept that what we are. Is through.

young

2018-08-11 04:51 pm

Someday I'll forget you, 
That day I'll be free from my thoughts, 
That day I'll accept that I don't have no one, 
That day I'll be happy being alone, 
It won't depress me. 

One day I found someone, 
Though I won't hope that it will happen, 
We never know what happen next, 
I just need myself ready for it. 

But for now, 
I wish you were doing well, 
I love you from the bottom of my heart, 
Even though you don't care about me, 
And I don't know if I exist in your life.

Gord

2018-04-12 05:46 am

His life a vine, with walls to climb,
A sign of reeds, tall as the ceiling.
It reads: peace on earth, healing.

He easily remarks, needing, tired,
With nobodies hiring he sings songs.
Shouts at the crowd pink psalms, skimmed,
Thinking along, forward and onward;
Successor non, foreign legion stalwart.

His heart a fire, with walls to climb,
Passions fleeting, of paint peeling,
With art to desire, of maxims meeting.

Of dirt green, or fences mended,
Grudge son's, however defenseless.

Gord

2017-11-24 07:21 am

Hands idle, crossbow fired,
Archetype tribal.
Life mindful, mostly recital,
Model, needle, idol,
Last verse final.
She writes of family,
Bride bridled, man entitled,
The brine hers,
Facts delightful.