Gord
2025-11-13 10:14 am
Dreamers dreaming dreamscapes. Mealless evening, Weakened breathing, People screaming, The defeated, being replaced. Cover the rear, cover the face, Coveted feeling, converts of race, Circle of fifths, dogma and faith. In the end, who pays? Cathedral ceiling, being replaced.
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Gord
2025-10-08 08:37 am
Love, and then opera, Justification, self-pardon, I understand your problems, Respect my decision, Artha, and Dharma. What was the end product? Neither husband nor father, Can you blame the audience? 'Someone push me harder, On the swing that I have built.' Respect my decision, I wished I had died a martyr, Rather than see all of it. I understand your problems, Love, and then Scarborough. Songbird, sharpened bones, Opera, wooden home. Love, screaming nonsense, I understand your problems, Respect my decision.
Gord
2025-10-03 06:47 am
First of being, just first reciever, From the cathedral, screaming, Puppet Jesus upon the strings, Love only for freedom, not people, He cares not what they need. First of being, crawling from the sea, Into the cathedral, screaming, Puppet Jesus upon the strings! Love for only freedom, He cares not what they need!
Gord
2023-04-23 07:53 pm
Once in a lifetime event, Arrives by themself, A winding stare, Polite requests, tired guests, Inside the knife twists. How can I make this about myself? Fits, detest in the form of comments, Regrets, pride, lissome denial, hits. How can I make this about myself? They think, screaming into the abyss, How can I make this about myself? Complaints, debates about nonsense, Speculation about arrangements, Coughing, several games maudlin, Talking about options freely. Providence. The final act, the lion dances, Forgone reactions, lying, Along with crying, antics. They exclaim their passions, As does the crowd. Again they feel the knife twists, As they are thrown to the ground.
Gord
2022-03-22 02:44 am
I dreamt indifferently, Subtly smiling at each move, Waves deferentially, That was my heaven. Of pictures and frames, Eventually they go away, Like fitness and pain, Jazz, age, dates and faces, Soon again, time changes. Honey, everlasting joys. One does destroy bees, Sees, consumes, avoid. Like nothing, voice fleeting, Screaming into the void, Lonely, an ocean destroys me.
Gord
2020-11-24 05:18 am
And what is knowledge, Seeking cage or collar, Blue, An ocean fathered, Or Purple, red and other; Purple, being safe, Circle, being safe, Purple screaming veins, Journal speaks of rage. Press candles, pages, Stress handled in stages.
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.
Dawn Toney
2019-05-15 08:55 am
Look at the trees, All sweet with honey bees, Kids falling skinning there knees, Moms are running with all there might, Screaming I told you ,don't leave My sight, Now were do we fly our kite, Then they start to fight, Bees are buzzing, Oh so load, under over the huge Big crowd.
Gord
2019-02-06 07:32 pm
Sidewalks broken on my boulevard, Auburn hair where I used to walk, Talk, and think of her dialogue. I'd thought greenery would fall, Replaced with concrete barriers, Perhaps I'd talked too freely, Told one too many tale too tall To still be taken seriously. Discreet forever, words picky, Discrete for ever, world sticky, Disformity for even worms licking. Take me away from this place, For even screaming and kicking, Seeing worse, feeling indignant. Not to curse the growing infant, But the plants must go. No handlebars rusted, To bikes comprised of broken dreams, No van full of children hopeful, Just a van to the hospital, please, My heart is about to explode to pieces.
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
2018-09-05 06:07 am
They write light of my writing, Erudite Facebook, liars' rights, Poetically I am but humble, Penning comedies of tribe. Unlike, Unlike, Unlike, Unlike my peers, I replied. Despite fears and sighs, My stride upright, austere. Alas, long grass, an axe, Tomorrow fills, fellow actors, Craft jazzy, played by amateurs, Demanding average. Eyes glassy and skills assay, Alas, follow mass, a bass, Screaming of typeface, in your face.
Eric
2018-01-08 03:19 pm
Goodbye old friend, you've served me well; you did your job throughout this hell. Exhausted - now you're lying here; within your eyes I see the fear. My pal is calling...let him go, he'll never learn, he'll never know how dire it is to lose a friend, but I'll stay with you to the end. And if the Hun should come before you've breathed your last in this damn war, then, so be it, I'll die with you, for loyal friends must see it through until the end, when we'll be seen as one - once more on England's green and pleasant land for which we fought, to plough God's fields as we were taught. I hear the bullets whizzing by, the screaming men, the battle cry. You lift your head to shield my heart, and bullets tear your neck apart. I hold you tight with bloodied hand, I try to rise, I try to stand. I feel the shrapnel from the shell-- Goodbye old friend, you served me well.
Gord
2015-01-28 12:00 am
Part the hanging gardens, All found there is song, Dogs, frauds and Sean John. Apart from obvious tone, Birds clamor to sing along. Screaming from bottom o'lung. Risks taken, Praying prone. Laying open with only hope. Hopefully a prayer is answered, Pampered enough to count to atone.
Gord
2014-09-02 12:00 am
I transform retribution, I collide with an enemy, Destined for fusion, Corroding my memory, Crashing the computer, That is me. I open on pretense false, In hopes to gain my loss, Yet no fate goes uncrossed, No face goes on unmarked, No bullet grazes, They self aim and kill marks. In honesty, I hope for their retribution, Not believing what you do, I find no institution for truth, Investigations reveal soot. To conceal boots under sock. Truth should be implied, Secrets shouldn't even be whispered, When no secret knock is employed. Among Imperials, two faces clash, Destroying the child middle, Purpose born was to protect class. Among the tyrants, A sleeping dog, His brother opposite, A sleeping god, Purpose forlorn and meaning lost. Shoot the gun across, regardless, Trees grow from the river, Implying a garden should exist. Yet at the bottom I find no solace. No mythical beast of which to conquer, Nor mythical flower of to tame beasts. So no feast among mythical followers. Sewn feet no longer bother to move. Brooms no longer even bother to sweep. I see Cost front by the citizen, Expected which are also to clean. Past participle's partisan cuts so cleanly, No partisan is left opposite to thee. Clearly, No god laughs, Sincerely, No god falters, And no human shots cast, Except into human carnage. No gain for loss, No pyrrhic victory, Due course. No force of sympathy, homeopathy, anthropology, from the horse. No, mostly poor choices. Voices ringing with phones dead. No voices in his head, Scream morality. of course. No soldier gains a victory. sans cost. None recognize the courage, of Hailey's comet. So the gunfire blazes onward. Amongst the slain, are the slain. Those who shoot have bullets same. My Deschamps is but modified Spinoza, Which I modify to fit in holster, As exactly as I imagined her, Far above a reasonable caliber. For a man who lacks resources, For as a woman he lacked chorus, Pestilence amongst the formal courtships. How do we create such a melody? Such harmony of utter melancholy. How do we classify such insanity? Such discourtesy on our society. Such, bullets access and exit quickly. Thus is the mark of beasts. Thus a heart no longer beats. Almost lack of mention was lack of faith. Remembered and forgotten to become same. All lost the castles of old days, Only sandcastles remain standing, Reminder of temporary management, Of how well that pays. I depart to vent, Find myself post-traumatic, I start to mention, Find myself post-dramatic, I mark myself bent, Find myself post dragging. Hoping to move forward, Forgetting that lost in battle. I sigh, I realize that's not possible. I stand purportedly screaming peace, Screaming bullets purportedly corpse. I stand in face of uproarious force, Screaming should-haves, Scoring for would-have, Who now will manage. Tired, I cast aside, Casting stones seems now juvenile. Especially in a world this finite, Who needs to choir for killing time? Button press' jest as being less vile, Truth as masked chide, Who now will bandage?
Gord
2014-09-02 12:00 am
I stand purportedly screaming peace, Screaming bullets purportedly corpse. I stand in face of uproarious force, Screaming should-haves, Scoring for would-have, Who now will manage. Tired, I cast aside, Casting stones seems now juvenile. Especially in a world this finite, Who needs to choir for killing time? Button press' jest as being less vile, Truth as masked chide, Who now will bandage?
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
2014-04-21 12:00 am
In the name of women's rights, Two young men get pissed and die, By the blade in his own hand, By the rope he himself tied. In the name of women's rights, To never find out why, To never hear converse opinions, A mental homicide. Bitches screaming loudly, 'til their voices touch the sky. A lot of them are guys, Barring men from their own brethren, In the name of women's rights. Hoards of them unite; Birds in search of civil war, Spread their wings in flight, Planning only in the sun. They tear away the night, Blocking doors and bearing torches, Forcing entry via fight. As such, I fear I might, Find my way to unknown speaker, And be confronted via knife, By fanatics without wives, Or fanatics without husbands, Living stark perverted lives.
Gord
2014-02-26 12:00 am
Innocence pulled, an unending silence. Finally quiet, the screaming of demons cleavers, My life is a lie, to be revered as a guise pious. The unjust rise of the unique triad, defiant.
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