Gord

2026-04-30 09:47 am

Round mouth shouts,
War cry, smoke to sky,
Really? I'm quite surprised,
You changed with the times,
Now, you find the fight?

You are cold, white, 
Like an old jazz style, 
How do you stay warm at night?

I am bound down: stakes, ropes, ties...
Beneath the giant lies. 
A man with giant lies about him,
A giant in a human size.

I am found down, shivering upon the tiles,
Beneath the skin a person lies,
A man with giant lies about him,
As a spider consumes the flies,
Pious continual, polite about it.

Does that make it right?
Well, let me fly around a bit,
And with delight I get to live again.

Gord

2026-04-18 08:52 pm

Dry fog, fight songs, 
In my arms, your arms,
You talk, then I talk, 
But that life is long gone, 
A dry cough on a live vlog.

What was it I lost?
The right to be what I was?
The fight to be what I'm not?

From my thoughts: Fuck off.
For a list of things you are:
Love of fine art, Love of my arms, 
Love for my mom,
Love, from wild mobs,
Hate for me deep in your heart.

Does that, to you, seem honest?
Pleas, bargains,
Over t-shirts, waterbottles,
Street artist and colleagues, 
Live in trap houses on Mary St.

Does that, to you, seem honest?
They sleep under pizza boxes,
Drunks, who can never play in concert, 
What was it I lost again?
The right to be what I was?
To fight to live and die on a cross,
Live life on a cot?

Instead, I'll climb the hill to the top.

Gord

2026-04-16 10:41 am

Love from the art class... 
Is everything the same, 
Or have you changed perhaps?

If my tomorrow never came,
Am I still just some faggot,
That never had your respect?
We both know front to back,
When it comes to class, but 
What about our crossed paths?

Does it matter, about the facts?
Whether I fell to able hands, 
You would rather write about it,
You already decided, so sing that, 
And when you finally do get to it, 
You shove it up your ass.

Love, from the bottom of my heart, 
They never taught you art in class, 
And you never learnt good taste,
Is everything the same? No...
I would say you changed, perhaps,
But you never had any fuckin class.

And, that comes from me...
Love, from the art class, 
All the way to the current of my heart:
Things have changed, 
It's better you stay hard, man,
A wave from across the bar.
Far away, like your honest thoughts.

Gord

2026-04-02 04:48 pm

Dauntless spirit: fall to sickness,
Hard decisions,  job descriptions.
Starter pistols, starlight pitchers,
Starch, upon a talking picture.

Despite ego and wanting children,
When all accounted, long divisions,
Robert Browning, wrong religions,
Accomplished townie, unpolished fingers.

Gord

2026-04-01 09:22 pm

What matters most,
When paddling boats?
Loneliness,
A partner to boast.

What matters most, 
When seeing a coast?
Hopelessness,
Nowhere to go home.

Eternity, being alone,
Mercury, being exposed,
Attorney, being ignored,
Even in war, theatrics unfold, 
Even when seeking reform.

Gord

2026-04-01 08:32 pm

Your friend talked, 
You saw my disgust.
How could you? It wasn't.

I still called you drunk,
Two thirds of what I thought,
I should have called you hot, 
I should have told you what I wanted.

Instead you talked until I fell apart,
I realized your better off,
That we could never be in love.

Your friend talked, 
You tried to get her to stop,
Honestly I wanted more, 
But I wasn't being honest.

I was trying to be myself...

Instead you talked,
I realized you are better off,
That you would see things I never would,
That if I had told you what I wanted, 
That we could never be in love.