Gord

2026-05-26 03:17 pm

What matters most, when writing a book?
Followers, forewards, then crying a wolf.
What flatters most, when writing a note?
What do you think? Yes, maybe, or no?

But what matters most?
Peace between war? People you know?
You're not beyond greed of the sword,
But you're beyond breathing of smoke...

I really feel sorry, and fear on reproach,
It's not the party, and people, you know?
It's that we hardly ever spoke,
I feel closer to death than a dreamboat.

But, you're beyond breathing of smoke,
I really feel sorry, for fire upon the roof.
You're not beyond greed of the sword, 
But you're beyond letting me know.

So, this is how it goes...

What matters most, when writing a book?
Survival, reprisals, the life that was took.
Who chatters most, with somber looks?
Violent rioters, petty drunks, 
Armed with popular science.
He said different horizons, 
Dressed in the same wools.

Gord

2026-05-25 09:20 pm

Macho dancer, nacho boy,
Follower, borrowed language,
Patterned, upon another land.
They call you boy, not a man.

Hollow laughter from the distance,
Borrowed valor, from deep sadness.
Thirty seven candles later you visit, 
Sorrow, passion, anger, business,
All over a taco salad?
I thought you had charisma?

They say your life, not your plan...
Also talent, not what you had.

Abscence, between smashing.
Not pathetic and sad,
Crippled by lattice fences,
Under another mask.

Actually? They call me often, I'm in demand.

Another sunset and other bands,
People are as carbon is to plants,
Commerce is to banks,
Son is to a dad. 

Gord

2026-05-20 12:14 pm

Eager Beaver, 
Demon cleavage,
Eastern religion,
Feeder, eater.

Wheeler dealer, 
Peter Seeger, 
Body of Jesus,
Equal treatment.

Lost, in fields of reefer,
And happier people.

Gord

2026-05-06 02:51 pm

In my arms, your arms,
You talk, then I talk, 
But that life is long gone.

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, 
In trap houses on Mary.

Does that, to you, seem honest?
They sleep under pizza boxes,
Can never play in concert.

For a list of things you are:
Nothing like you were, 
Nothing in your arms,
Nothing for the club,
Nothing from your heart.

Gord

2026-05-06 02:35 pm

Look to the sky:
So cool, white.
Like the moon at night, 
You, in suit and tie, 
People, when they die.

Being alive will prove me right...

Look to the interstice:
So cool, divine,
Like the moon in the sky.
You, think of yourself highly,
I fear I'll be alone at night.

Where does that leave you and I?
Basically we are two vampires...

Look, I may not know what's right:
You say you've died,
Like the sun at night,
or women when they cry.

For advice, I apologize, 
This time you'll be standing by,
The light, I feel, will take your life.

Gord

2026-05-01 01:27 pm

Full and clear:
What should I have been?
I hear the rage of a starter pistol.

Good acting, Looksmaxxing, 
Should practice. Looking back
I just didn't have it in me.

Full and clear, 
What should I have done?
I fear the stage of starting interest.

Good learner, misunderstood, 
Bits of salmon under lemon curd,
A bit too sweet to handle her.

Full and clear, I could have been, 
And still could be, still could live,
But I hear you far surpassed me,
Too good for coming last place.

Rather, you practice trot and gate,
Failing that you simply walk away,
Down the hill, then left on blake.