Gord
2017-03-03 12:00 am
Partridges fly, Above the land they admire, Moon rocks to the scientist, Fertility given to a goddess, Pointless admiration. So begins desire, The bird flies higher, Further from the ground, Wherefore no dreams to mire. Society jobs to a miser. My job is too dry, Hands cracking, without water. Voice loud enough to deny it.
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Gord
2017-02-28 12:00 am
Mace in my eyes, Ire in my heart. Desire at the port, Ships cause divide; Yellow violets field, Uplifting and stealing. They never were blue, Banking on healing; They dye red his suit, With hope of upheaving, He dies in it anyway, The price of believing.
The Sophist
2017-02-20 12:00 am
Read It? Ask Me Everything I'll push Gord higher on the swing Taking pictures Drawing them "Oh, Well" Is the way it is Leave comments on my everything Really mean them I'll take pics Screenshots If they're jokes or kind Or if young Will would crack at it Backlit scriptures Cherishing The lols The LMF-ing our A's off And the rofl-ing Sun sets daily Raise the pen Draw more Take another pic I'll call the piece Gord in the park I'll post a link That's my art The Post How I package it The reason that I'm drawing pics Writing poems Sharing them Have you seen it? Draw it differently Your art can be some savage meme If you want it Empathy Feel It? It's a personal thing
Gord
2017-02-17 12:00 am
Cubs pride design to hunt, In parable, from a bird's eye, They sit upon rooftops, Chilling out in caste. Smoking weed and desiring, Maybe the future holds tomorrow, Tomorrow bring the last. Huns perspiring at American funds, Infinite systems of foreign gods. The Americans scoff, Savage preparing for battles cost, Yet they lost. Gold and all. Wasted bombs landed on land, Nobody was ever on. Intelligence of bitten tongues;
Gord
2017-02-15 12:00 am
Passage to the heart clogged, Life maudlin, poor starting, Racers to support their mark, Post revelation reveal fakery. Mock factories bailing no hay; Poor neighbors decide to stay, Demand jobs and prosperity, And the American way. Self flagellation pays, Workers find jobs, Pride as their mainstay, Thy world in bondage, Thy wounds inflamed.
Gord
2017-02-14 12:00 am
Handsome men play Diablo Two. Getting keys forever free, Looks alone topple trees, Fire will forever consume. Millennials play Diablo Three, Pay to play, stay for free, Books alone could stand true, Everything better, Diablo Two.
Gord
2017-02-03 12:00 am
Red Tie, Blue Tie. Presidential Hierarchy.
Gord
2017-01-27 12:00 am
The man who no longer revolves, dies forever, And likely has not an iron in hand. The rest who fail and die inside, May just simply live again, Never despondent with desires availed. The man who lives forever, Will likely has his own gold, Iron is for tamed men who grow old, Only eventually to desire again, Living to a disappointment, Skeletons cannot draw the river, Not like when they were avoidant. The young men and the boys, They know little of that facts, Floating through existences, They decide to decide kings later, Their desire is to act now. Electors hired, They enact cowards, Politicians raised powerful, Their children decide values. Perhaps our good times could be spent apart, Instead of lying and backstabbing one another.
Gord
2017-01-24 12:00 am
Bed rest undeservant, he turns. Making up words as he goes, The world follows through, Exiting without him. God of the chimes, Wind-bound and determined, Makes the rules as he goes, The world passes laws, Existing without him.
Gord
2017-01-19 12:00 am
Those who kill another standing, Are said to be of stone and iron. Bean counters politic to the throne, Are somehow revered and desired. Despite their lack of remorse, And passionless fire. Their life a metaphor of climbing, Smelly, poor, and small minded.
Gord
2017-01-17 12:00 am
Finding selected, Keystroke wreckless. Days clicking google adsense, Hoping for a future pleasant. Those married to future present, Set precedence, or providence. Either way, their feeling felt. Ourselves providing the set lists, Swimming only to divide the kelp. Tragedy or more could define the self, Prophets could by chance desire wealth, Perhaps afterlife is rather expensive. Better than desiring severed heads, Documenting your proletariat ventures, Penniless yet the castle stands. Random chance gives in to my demands.
Gord
2017-01-13 12:00 am
Cherish what little time we have, they say. Politics among the coursework for the day, Perhaps the housework can justify a stay, Though setbacks can justify means to create. The weed, it stays dope, We changed though, Peering through grass, We see our hope. Not one being persecutor, But blame to the group. Fire and flames on a hoop, Would not you jump officer? Or frame up and shoot?
Gord
2017-01-05 12:00 am
Not my president, Not my precedence. Denied relativism, Only my patriotism.
Gord
2017-01-03 12:00 am
Panic as the ship hits the shore, Not Before, la vie, con amore, For love does typically live forever. Only old men break for the weather, Feverish in their love of pleasure. Deacon finding the failure of people, Lights fires in the place of beacon, Wooden beams crumbling beneath him, He is the lighthouse that never was. I am the rocks that never could, Smashing rocks of greater virtue, I am then accost and pursued, Masticating grass of rain and dew, Too ignorant to stand. Too ignorant to move.
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