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.

Mary Tyler

2017-01-14 12:00 am

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.