Gord

2024-10-30 11:58 pm

Red coral, white bands, 
Windmill motions, 
Arms moving forward,
If you get in the way, 
I'm waiting for you.
Healing potions in both my hands.

Pink coral, line graph,
One day the ocean...
For now, whatever passes. 

Yakub like arrangements, 
Only I divide you in half,
Led Zeppelin she says,
Is her favourite band.

But she loves Taylor swift and Robert Plant.

Red coral, white bands,
White flags, white magic.

Let go of my hand, she says,
She needs a wise man,
Not one coveting red.

You'll get in the way, 
I'm moving forward, 
Text messages sent.

White Coral, White mask,
While to dress, only black.

And all the red is gone, I guess...

Gord

2024-10-28 11:23 pm

Maroon, like red in the sea, 
Darkness: blue and green.

Hardest to reach,
Harder to please,
Wanton to breathe. 
I feel like water through beans,
Merely used, to clean.

Maroon, red in the sea,
Water is actually all I see.

Refuse to leave,
Refuse to see,
Refuse to kneel.

Amateur poet, do you hear me,
What languages do you speak?

Gord

2024-10-28 06:56 am

Another brick, another career,
Unending abyss and suffrage.
Red licorice and tungsten,
Tongue intolerant to suffering
 Another controversial film.

Tongue in awe of everything,
A person's skin, drugs, and shit, 
A couple of drinks, anything.

From the corrupted, crimson,
Flutter of bird wings, doves,
Miracles and gifts,
Not subversive intents.

Percussion until,
Succussion, until,
Sloven, summons me.

If you want proverbs I will,
Certain colors are green,
And some never will be.

Another person's dreams, 
Shouldn't matter to a murderer, 
But what for do you kill,
Stab and maim?

Gord

2024-10-21 09:30 pm

Chestnut, voices,
Gone are the old days,
Better choices,
Monochrome planes.

Upon canvas the mind paints, 
Scarlet the shade,
Far from water and rain.

Gone are the old days,
Fire took the farm. 

Childhood sweethearts, 
I could be wrong,
But fire looks good, to us all,
When it's on a smaller scale,
But on canvas or stage, 
Fire, has no proper place. 

Soon you'll see, things gone away,
I could be wrong, fire looks good,
When upon a crown and on a face.

Maybe one day you'll see these things,
Not the sullen, lonely greys.

Gord

2024-10-17 07:11 am

What do all men have in common? 
Red, rattling armor,
Ass and breasts in their dogma, 
Actions in concert.

I suppose it's my problem...
Like cinnabar bath water,
and fear of god.

What do all red have in common?
Whatever shade, inside they want. 
Blue reflects poorly upon, 
Such asks their goddess.

Chris Adler stamps his feet,
Sick, he begs for his bottles,
I suppose it's Travis Barker's problem...

Gord

2024-10-15 08:59 pm

Red, rabbit owner.
Filler of the holes, 
Horror, else.

Where do rabbits run?
Back to holes themselves...

Answers of importance
Over Hammond organs, 
Hare, over tortoise. 

Whether or not, 
She understood my poems.
Every time the rabbit runs, 
It ends between cardinal shoulders.

Gord

2024-10-09 05:35 am

What is blue all the way through?
Very few things, one of them you.
Just like neighbourhood maples,
Who grew oversea, good natured,
Booked a flight, made into paper.

What's new? I changed, too...
All the way to the roots. 

Well, a limb moves, the ring too,
The tip of which is turning blue,
What cures the sickness of wealth?
Very few things, among them death,
Worse is truth and active dis proof.

Spruce and denim, Jus, ad bellum,
In the end, they feel something too.

Just not what the majority do.
Red right to wage fights like war,
Just as much as the admiral's blue.

Gord

2024-10-07 08:55 pm

Calm wind after someone has died,
The distance, is inner turmoil,
One, it takes a lifetime to fight.

That's why there is blue in the sky. 
The yellow and red still exists, 
Hidden by tricks in the mind.

Like, 
Somewhere inside, 
I believe you are still mine, 
All I see is the thing you're like. 

It's like a room of three pipes,
I can always stay high,
But how, does one fight to stay?
They pick low and live life.

Despite the teal, I see the skies,
What is real?
Me, and all my desires,
Despite the sequins,
I see the light.

Gord

2024-10-04 08:38 pm

Simply tell me, 
Simply tell me, 
Simpleton, weed, 
Between clenched teeth, 
Tension of three, from one. 

Petty...
Pretty periwinkle.

You wash your hands of disease,
You never wash your hands of me. 
Like Adam kissed Eve,
Rustling leaves, in the city, 
Not at the extremes.

And make believe is more for cocaine users,
Not people like me,
Explore as many worlds as you see,
You'll find in the end the colors are three.

Plus,
It might seem petty,
But your shade is ultramarine.

And it's shady people like you,
That changes people's creed,
Like a stringed needle,
Pulled straight through teeth,
It's not the pain they fear,
It's the permanence you seek.

Gord

2024-10-03 03:15 am

Despite the evocation,
Reduction, reprisal,
Draw a circle,
Around my face, eyes, nose. 
Triangle, circles, about my square, 
Protection from inside my head.

I've seen males drag knuckles, 
on their floor, faith and culture.
Their minds warped, images of war,
For what did they fight?
Rights, to remove the guy ropes, 
Scrape pavement with claws at night.

Tools of change,
Use of space,
Use of names,
True and sage.

Despite the evocation,
Things change.

Diana wrote little of cages,
Ropes below.

Gord

2024-10-01 12:19 am

Blue, vampire bat,
I feel like that at times,
Lies about my fangs,
Silver metallic,
Azul and cyan,
Tired, of sky high tricks.

I guess that's why I am,
Grown men cry, surely,
But then grown men die,
Weapons about their side.

Head held high, my friend,
Surely, we will meet again,
No shame in dying to a man.

Right?
Azul and cyan,
In sake of blue, give me white.
Am I doomed, to be a beast?
Who bites?

Well, then why alongside them,
Question the carmine reds?
All I want is life, beyond that,
Perhaps azul and cyan.