Gord

2025-07-03 04:18 pm

You get 'get well soons' 
But lost one of the duo,
Best friends, adieu.

In the end, no hero,
Ones turn toward zero,
Just like one turns to ego,
Just like people grow old.

For, somewhere over a rainbow,
Are untold highs, I'm told.

Gord

2025-06-29 11:33 pm

Dismantle the economic system,
The high hat rings in the distance,
Cocaine, racism and molestation,
Hit that high hat, bitch,
Like you hit children,
Like you hit women,
Pipes and pitches.

Your last visit, I extinguished,
Languished. Burns still existed,
So did the fighting and killing,
But this time I resisted.

Gord

2025-06-26 01:01 pm

I don't know what came over me,
I don't know what came over me,
Male poetry, waves crash over me.

French toast, crepes: florentine,
That from which war proceeds, 
Sweetness of orange peels,
I call home.

I don't know what came over me,
I long most for social peace,
Mercy from the volant beings,
Open fields into forest greens.

Great poet, greater potency:
Hate poetry explained vocally,
Bay cordial, bowl smoker,
Gay gordon, flamethrower.

Gord

2025-06-18 03:16 am

Fist, upon brickwork, in repetition,
My impression is the stigma persists,
It's an effect of my symptoms...

In reminiscence, problems were clear,
Upon a cliff, above the tar pits,
I think of a picture with scribbles on it,
It's funny, small things, in the end,
Even left in place, I would jump to my death.

Vodka Tonic, Kalamata olive,
My impression is the addiction persists, 
It's effectively my existence.

Gord

2025-06-17 02:28 am

Dreams, of beaten skin,
Dreams, screams again,
Sheets, pulled thin,
Skin, pulled teeth,
Satan, inject me.

I care not that the needle bends or destroys,
All I care for is frenzied high, everlasting joy.

Gord

2025-06-11 06:57 am

It's in the difference, 
Flams and rolls,
I got what I want, I'm gonna go...

Its in the doorways,
You shout insults,
You got it bud, you gotta go...

It's in the drunkenness,
You find me boring,
Tell me I'm the wall,
Leave me, sad emoji.

It's for the best, beggars low,
The wall stands tall,
In the end I need nothing more.

Gord

2025-06-06 07:03 am

A chore upon a list of meetings,
My feelings mean nothing more... 
Relationship falls into rondo form,
What does she have the condo for?

A floor exists beneath a ceiling,
My needs mean nothing though. 
Relationships, and outercourse,
A chore upon her list at home,

In the sky on the fifteenth floor,
A eye, declines to answer the door,
She says, goodbye, cries to a score,
Why would I?

By the by, she never loved me.
By the by, why should I?
By the by, by the by.

By the by, she never loved me.
By the by, why should I?
By the by, by the by.

Gord

2025-05-23 06:50 am

Aside, my issues,
Aside, thy virtues,
In stride I take you.

Like, misuse of stripes,
Continuous into night,
Fighting never stopped,
So why should I?

Decide, rise anew,
Derive from the group,
Ideas clarify the mood,
Deicide, I must do.

Like, even is the knife,
Even is day and night,
Even if they survive,
Smile, into a cry.

Gord

2025-05-22 06:34 am

Ire in my heart.
Desire for port,
Designer clothes.

Firesales, shots, 
Desire for more, 
Righteous cause,
Inside jokes.

Cannot you stand on half the world?
Tiger mom, time forgotten,
Trials of law, wires crossed.

And here I am still lion hearted

Gord

2025-05-14 02:03 am

Groundhog, I never fly away,
Into the earth, frantic I dig.
What for tomorrow,
What for today?

More dirt upon skin,
Claws upon a fist,
Fear is it never ends.
What for tomorrow?
What for today?

The world awaits,
Green to brown,
Brown to grey.

Take from me, hero:
I run off to the distant,
Chased by the snake.

Gord

2025-05-13 05:39 am

Split lunch, near touch,
Dim bulbs, ringed dove.

Tired of the pressings,
In books for protection.

Heightened senses, high centrism,
Hybrid ethics, sighted, selfish.

Ringed dove, signed confession,
I wish love just lasted forever.

Gord

2025-05-07 06:41 am

Thorough I write my kinship,
Kingship, flagship furlough,
Turmoil, searching for more.

Is it just lies, unknowns?
You seem to say so...
Though, you write by wishing,
Never anarchy and addiction,
The things that you know.

One more pint, by instinct,
Stitches, side bitches,
dislikes, sometimes singing.

Is it just lies, unknowns?
You seem to say so, 
Though, you live by it,
Unlike any lyrics you wrote.

Gord

2025-04-30 06:27 am

My heart is half paper. 
Myopia, Alexander? 
Again? 

Class hatred, suicide bombings,
General proverb, maximized profits,
Modified starches.

My hope is black maple,
My old house on the hill,
Breath.

My hope, Alexander?
Cleopatra answers,
I hope I get to live.

Gord

2025-04-28 10:46 pm

Fire, flames upon a hoop,
I, am drawn. Eraser, 
Dissolve, dissolute.

Child's play, inside a room,
Drive talk, eyes and hearts,
Upon her arm, should she draw?

Never again can she feel loss,
I, am drawn, she says, to darkness,
Never again will she see stars,
Never again will she be wrong, 
Never again can she feel love. 

Eraser, darker hues.
Paper rips in two,
Reddish shade of blue,
Fire, flames upon a hoop.

Gord

2025-04-14 09:25 pm

Harvard comma, 
Lust for love,
Concert, opera. 

Forward, onward, 
How can you find God? 

Gotcha, gotcha. 
Heartless monsters,
Endless darkness,
Falling, forgotten.

Son, sing a sun song, 
Gone first are zombies,
Long nights, falsehoods.

Yet you sing on...
How can you see their soul? 
Stare at the son.

Love song, pub crawl.
The scuff marks stay,
People, rub off, then
Pass away.

Gord

2025-04-08 05:26 am

Easel, muse, what is fate?
My eyes no longer meet it,
My hands no longer make.

Like a glove conceals a ring,
Kind words, greater schemes.
I must run like we were kids,
I love drugs, love the feelings,
I love the girl.

Sober realism...

Stare into the distance,
Eventually you see the same,
Tomorrow, is a little late

Gord

2025-03-26 06:32 am

Halcyon days,
Hell, cyan, amazement.
I saw different to said,
Red wasn't waiting.

Salad, dressing for cravings.
Expecting men with perspective of age.
Dating, is quite like smelling the rain,
Best stand aside, it's different to face.

Wearing a veil, wearing a cape,
Wearing a suit, it's all the same,
Objects, representing the snake.

Gord

2025-03-19 01:00 am

Blonde moribund wonders in awe,
Are you not overcome with thoughts?
Dark corners of the mind overrun,
What is more wholesome, bit parts,
Or the dishcloth wrung out?

Mob, tortoiseshell guitar, 
Small, popular orchestra.
Long, golden, charmed,
Large parts of the audience hate who you are,
Hate your politics and hate your forms.

Meet under the golden arches,
Maybe as you see the darkness, 
You'll see nobody around and see you're wrong.
Where were your brothers while you were gone?

I guess to a sorcerer, blonde, it matters not,
People treated like common wristwatches,
Only useful to you when you wind them up.