Gord

2026-09-30 05:17 am

William fell as his mother wished,
No more hugs, from brother Bill,
No more love, under auburn hair.

Will she find him in drug addiction?
She hopes, She will,
Upper lip quivers, then under it.

Being alone, being different,
Feelings like triumph, glory,
Joy, will turn to sadness,
Succumb to wickedness,
Never to be reclaimed.

Just like her boy is never coming home again.

Gord

2026-09-30 02:39 am

Irony being lost, 
Like a child talking.
Cronos, to gods, 
Phobos, to mars, 
Either way, 
Inside, we lose who we are. 

Women in bands,
Drumming of hands,
When did the doldrum begin?
By the future, to the past, 
Like a life in idle hands.

Gord

2026-09-29 09:11 pm

I saw through the night,
My eyes, always on you,
Instead of the knife.

Wings, wild across the white,
Heart still filled with horror,
So, on and on - and out of sight.

Naivety, leads to fighting,
Like pencil leads to writing.
Wings, used to fly,
Like fathers are to leaving,
No need to try.