Gord
2017-10-18 11:50 am
I have concepts for days, Metaphors for four hours, And wordplays for wakes. I'm not bragging, I'm just impaired, Flawed above the mane. Miscarrying paper knowledge, Cutting loves careless arms. She finds herself wanting, Hair flowing, river forming, Learning is her sophism, So she lies until tomorrow, Feigning disinterest ursury, Tales of cursory, courtesy. A verse aloft in the clouds, Sounds out to an empty crowd, Life of deception floundered. World as in twitching flour, Face equal, equivalent arms, She curtsies and bows, turns; Runs away, her face as ours.
0
Gord
2017-09-20 04:07 pm
So sits a homely giant, Face sagged into manic, Stone eyelids and mask, Seeing the world as past, He undoes his passing; Leaving literal caves, Only breaching a cage, Mitigating his laugh, He upstages his own fate, Teaching pupils who stay afraid, Egg on his dress, Stag of the forest, Unwashed, unclean. Walls silver and platinum, A giant horse still gaits, Walks circles then defecates, Sleeping soundly until dawn; Enemies however struck down, Their laughter an afterthought, Justly he can run far, fast, Never figuring in absence, Filling him with maxims silly, Father pays the bills, He lives simply. Simply living a masquerade, To hide a face so pimply.
Gord
2017-09-15 08:35 am
Piles until the top, Flies at the skirt, Pillars of salt, of the Earth, Turtles until bottom, Fire wherever we are, Hide whenever lightning strikes, Deserts eventully finds someone, Living flame among life is hard. There is no benchmark for him, Spent onward is his life quiet, A ball aptly palmed by oneself, Never failures, tailored farewells, Jokes of the eyelids, Mind less apt for aperture, So he mocks and chides, Fixated on the comical.
The Sophist
2016-08-05 12:00 am
Alight with love he throws awry, Pursuing human desire and fortune. Poor reptile intellect, ignorant, Jabbing until he finds himself.
Gord
2016-07-21 12:00 am
Haphazard he stumbles onward, Following steps of a baron fool, Limestone of illegal procurement, Staring until the day drew longer, No longer appropriate for knocking. Waking to the inevitable pain, On his steps a brother slain, The lawn full of corvettes. In the end he laid himself, An afterlife misspent.
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.
Justan Mitchell
2016-05-10 12:00 am
Child Support Fun! I'm making payments aligned with divine arrangements that make clear the destiny of what's well know, established and fair. This morning's depth of fresh air has me positive with cheer, without fear of who is here in love or just there, as a shell of mere existence. I once sat underneath the Bodhi tree, the place I've always longed to be, for long centuries. Way before Amiri strummed along while rhyming; like mother and father, now son doing some shining! He even dances to the beat of his own inner drum a well mixed conundrum, only confusing to none. I gladly make these payments in fair arrangement until my arrears are done. Child Support Fun!! Dangerous Soul Life
Gord
2015-09-16 12:00 am
Three found in solace, Dependant upon two for homage, The hammer bent metal; Providing knees in knowledge, Until cap insatiable; Those that tread upon water, Are stomped into mud this age;
The Sophist
2015-08-04 12:00 am
A tale of two lovers, Who just couldn't chat, Agree on a child; So they cut two in half. Half of a heart and a torturous act. Kicked kids who were down, In the back of their knees, While they lay on the ground, Begging, "Help, please", Raising their funds as they cough and they wheeze. A tale of two brothers, A matter of fact, Who know what they want, So they plot and attract. Mending their hearts from the acts of their dad. Kicked kings who were thrown, On their backs with an ease, To be cursed to the town, No longer pleased. Wandering streets eating scraps of raw meat. Until the two brothers, One gaunt and one fat, Built a global chalet. The plan isn't bad; Physically wait for aversion to pass.
Gord
2015-07-22 12:00 am
The drunk denies, Trunk lies emptied; Whole lives gone ashtray, Until God led astray; Upon a broken branch, Dangling over Hades. Calm as the sea, She walks the tightrope. God decides not popes, Nor who is to be.
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.
Gord
2015-03-03 12:00 am
Voice 6: Who plays Beethoven upon my door? Truly he be hooven and poor morally, For a husband just died in my arms. Knock not or at least form formally, For normally impatience is paid poor. Voice 7 (whispers): Quickly. Voice 6 answers the door abruptly. Voice 6: You were not to arrive until morning! There we could consummate cordially, Declaring our love in the afternoon; Could it be you interrupt my mourning, Because you could not go without me, And thus arrived in story too soon. Voice 7: I may have come too soon, But not over you, my love, Never have I had such pain. I request to have it again, For I feel such remorse, No man should be slain, Lest by hand of a horse. Voice 6: Quiet, Guards hear the whining of dogs, Horses not led by hand but by emotion? Worker of ideals, concepts and notions, Walking upon my silken floor in clogs; If disgust in yourself is your only sin, Can disgrace be upon an innocent facade?
Gord
2015-02-11 12:00 am
ACT I: The brother of the first protagonist challenges the first antagonist to a duel, during which the wife of the first antagonist interferes on the battle causing the brother of the first protagonist to be slain. The right hand man of the first protagonist slays the first antagonist in revenge, during which the wife of the first antagonist flees. The right hand man of the first protagonist is injured, and takes a much longer period to reach home than the wife of the first antagonist. The wife of the first antagonist spread false rumors of cheating on the side of the brother of the first protagonist, and takes a secret lover as her new husband. ACT II: A long period passes and the first protagonist agrees to battle both the first antagonists wife and her new husband, who looks to regain the honor of his small kingdom against the wealth and influence of the wealthy protagonist. During the battle, a man who looks alike to the first protagonist (second antagonist) shows up and watches over the battle as the first protagonist slays both the first antagonists' wife and her husband. As he celebrates his victory, the second antagonist slays the first protagonist with an arrow, and his right hand man disposes of the bodies. ACT III: A short period passes with no word of a victor on either side and the wife of the first protagonist has a breakdown, and she dies just before her husbands funeral. During the ceremony the second antagonist shows up and declares that he is alive, and had just fallen into a river during their battle after slaying them both. A great celebration is held in his honor during which he does not question where his wife is until the right hand man of the first protagonist mentions it, which raises his suspicions. The Right Hand Man of the first protagonist is demoted whole the right hand man of the second antagonist is promoted. ACT IV: The second protagonist (RHM of the first protagonist) attempts to gain evidence against the second antagonist, however, the second antagonist falls ill and dies. The second protagonist gains evidence of the truth at the second protagonists funeral, but chooses not to reveal the sensitive information, and instead plans to slay the right hand man of the second antagonist, although he has reached a high ranking position since his arrival, especially as his name was left a large inheritance by the second antagonist.
The Paraffin One
2014-10-08 12:00 am
A collection of words, Is nothing but prose, Until elementary lords, Teach elementary oppose, To sophist tradition, Among kitchen women, teaching poor renditions, of the stereotypical even. A collection of bones, Is nothing but, Sophists label rock, and stones, Confusion between causes rebut, Both deny their implied root, Eventually becoming societies bigfoot.
The Sophist
2014-08-05 12:00 am
My Nicomachean ethics dictate every day, Every day I sleep until I'm late, I place blame on my friends and family, Regarding problems I create, Leading all our lives astray, I pay friends to rape my fiance, Go to church, kneel down, and pray. I waste my life away, Raise my kids like JonBenet, Rotten melons in Easter hay, So well my part I play, Shadows fades, the suns awake. Used socks left a-hang, Stinking up the atrium of the Global Chalet.
Gord
2014-06-11 12:00 am
I dander, To her I cling tightly, In her I find me. In me she finds her; So clothesline or a ligature, Is just a state of mind being. At least, that's what I'm seeing; So I pander, I find the back end of a hand, Which leaves me more filled with anger. Yet everyday I manage. Until I found out the sun is dangled, So perhaps too, the moon is dangled, Leaving me in anger. My love in the clutches of another, My whole life fandangled;
\/