Gord
2020-03-01 11:56 am
Do oranges have soul? Does it make the juice taste more? When I eat them, do they know? Sparkling orange meat oceans Hope to hold Could I, myself, become a bowl? Alas, to be Mimosa Mix Can Oranges feel regrets and woes? Drink my blood straight from my chest Pop a bottle Drink some more My heart's behest
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Gord
2019-03-02 05:17 pm
Seeking resurrection, I long to burn my hands, Incense smoke, friends. I tire of drawing nonagon, ocatgons, heptagons, hexagons. I have drawn triangles, circles, squares and beyond, I have longed for more irregular shapes. Older days, forgotten, songs, Lyrics erased, dreams decayed, Vocals crack on air, The priest is watching alone. I stare the beast in his eyes, and keep yelling despite.
Gord
2018-10-21 01:49 pm
The valley is my grave For I sit within the mouths of caves I shall not move for days Nor weeks nor years For even if I'm paid in flies My destiny, Tyler, I won't deny For one day when I die My body will atone For I could eat a stone twice my size My destiny, Tyler, I won't deny My afterlife, a Bulwark Frog Lo, to be a tadpole of one's own life For now, I just write songs Fantasies to make my family fear the valley's size Then bulwark on
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