Gord

2019-05-08 07:59 pm

Courage at last, my heart be closed,
Would a tap of emotion be more apropos?
Cold alack in a world of clothes,
Told: Dress myself more appropriate,
My moment is now and I'm blowing it.
Could it be at last, my heartbeat thuds,
One claps along, misunderstands the words,
I'm told I owe an explanation, for those,
For they were written bitter and old.
So? that's how they turned out, spoiled,
Characters, write their life in whole,
Much like something serpentine coiled.

The Sophist

2019-04-26 09:51 pm

Serendipity
Crystals oscillate 
But do they know my fate?
Mistle over Berry Boys
Enjoying only tasting plates
Employment? Great
Drain my juice all day
Crystal, let us both rejoice
Mimosas mixed with more mimosas? Greater
What do crystals know of taste or choice?

Gord

2018-11-24 04:41 pm

Let's get lit
Have you ever felt a time so lit,
Like this.
Blessed, dressed,
Comfy sweaters,
It's Christmas.
Have you ever felt a time so lit.

I guess, I'm dressed in it,
I'll spend the whole day with my friends,
Chilling.
Mingling, God Willing, Song Singing,
Painting pictures of my brothers swinging,
I guess, I'm blessed because,
I can feel it's Christmas.

We get presents (ooh)
We get Phillips Hues.
Everything you wanted all year,
I've got just for you.

Let's get lit
Have you ever felt a time so lit,
Like this.
Blessed, dressed,
Comfy sweaters,
It's Christmas.
Have you ever felt a time so lit.

Gord

2018-11-09 04:40 pm

Railing, mirth like nail files,
Failure at the last mile, paling,
Valencia mailing, orange letters:
"Hello, my love endearing,
Are you not hearing my words,
Cello, or Othello reading."

Orator deceiving, apportioned more,
For boys, they are but fleeting,
Foreign peering at another girl.

Teenage to be, card or palm reading,
Do my feelings mean nothing more?
A chore on your list of meetings,
Suit, Tie and your railing grasped tightly.
I might be a fool for lies and deceit,
Ununique like an onion, carrot or leek:
"Choose me please, you need to eat.
Color me pink or beat me anew, kneed,
Until I am bread, so says the meat."

Your railing a crutch, always needed,
Like carrot bread has disgusting features,
You have disingenuous dealings with realism.

Gord

2018-11-01 06:54 pm

Reading of lives I enjoy deceit,
My letter bold, italic and neat:
"Please hear me, Greek, leek,
I sometimes write nonsense,
Lest hope you would hear it."

Leading my lines,
Foreseeing poetically,
Receiving a liar guilty.
He says:
"For stanzas today, teacher,
I stand like bread features,
My brother filet beside me."
For once he doesn't lie,
Looks for the sky, sees ceiling.
Nothing aground marks his feeling,

Seeing the concrete,
He remarks of life:
"To tryst so wildly, again,
Would Vivaldi paint so vividly?
Probably, and with champagne,
because his name has dignity."
So seeing his window,
He thinks of rain.

Gord

2018-10-21 01:49 pm

The valley is my grave
For I sit within the mouths of caves
I shall not move for days
Nor weeks nor years
For even if I'm paid in flies 
My destiny, Tyler, I won't deny
For one day when I die
My body will atone
For I could eat a stone twice my size
My destiny, Tyler, I won't deny
My afterlife, a Bulwark Frog
Lo, to be a tadpole of one's own life
For now, I just write songs
Fantasies to make my family fear the valley's size
Then bulwark on

Gord

2018-10-16 05:56 pm

In my city they wish for dreams,
Fish in streams, with no disease.
Innocently they live of demons,
Give no lead, monster.
Imposter husband,
Who touches a lot,
Possibly you are of honors,
Kissing no others,
Triage cupboards, heed.
For up above there is no seer,
Magical being informs our love,
Only me.

So where mist is aqua,
My spirit is awestruck,
A blessed potato, tucked.
My stomach is full,
I have work too abrupt,
Where a kiss is awkward,
Kids living squalid.

So in my city, of missed ague,
I will breakthrough,
My break through, a great due.
A comedic debut, no laughing,
A great deal of scoffing at me.

My blessed potato, to keep me warm,
To be eaten, and too returns.
As I scrape these tile floors,
Let no-one know, current location:
Somewhere forward, even from tomorrow.

Gord

2018-10-11 03:08 pm

She writes fallacies of nobody,
Highlights for her hair color,
Callously she laughs with glee,
Ire beauty and young bravery.
Screaming in doorways sobriety,
I like to think she knows me not.
Picking flowers from her yard,
Policy alike her start, mother,
Discovering what to be, rather,
Honesty like her heart, lover,
It beats nobody clever. Until.

Forgive my desires: two stepping.
Your teacup leaking, I laugh still.
Sieve steeping, a living actress,
And to live needing? is this banter?
Definition in short order, leaving.
For give my empires to Stephen,
An idea more Corey than Cancer.
A ballet dancer, but a thick boy,
Holes among left awood with joy,
Man ideal for lawyers and cantors,
For one who teaches is forgotten,
Cotton tarnished in an oily oil.
Royalty royal and parched to often,
His voice softens, off his head,
For I too seek enjoyment, spread.

Gord

2018-10-10 01:06 pm

Soon, my rooftops ventures velour,
While his felt cap.
So my life could be but parkour,
Hostile to this running man,
Denying his own strategy.
Assume my caricature ugly,
Underlying themes, nothingness,
Prion disease and brain eating.
I scream, away, shoo
Like strained water, drained,
Boon by foolish penmanship true.
Dry humor, dishes in an apartment,
States his wishes, his way were apt,
One could have but half, contrite,
In manacles, retarded and live happy.
Perhaps education provides a tragedy,
In return, for pardon of inadequacy.
So, I too tiptoe guarded garrisons,
My bliss beheld past,
Soon their life could be of boars.
Therefore course I lick, 
Stamps compelled to stick,
What am I? A Saliva Lich?
On course to death? Rich.
I would embrace the quick,
Lest this lifetime of fists.

Gord

2018-09-27 01:23 pm

Climate I math notes climbing,
Natural knowledge,
Eye Rhyming.
Pass on the peyote piping,
Thy patina, your knife finding,
Kite blue, alike my soul, 
Life in tense, dividing, in two.

A walk in reverse, after marathoning,
Designer clothes given patronizing,
Living Patron, sizing larger.
I'll talk and traverse,
Pasture paragon lifestyle for,
Pluto could not write himself,
Aristocracies would sign lords,
Soule, crabs and seacreatures,
Arrange, kill. 
Labeling features,
Toward no end, untoward wool,
Frayed at the end,
Dog no match for wolf.
Tres bien.

Gord

2018-09-12 09:04 am

Solemn acoustic, play yourself,
Silent, foolish, I wait for death,
My chord arrest, My Lord attest.

Holland music, half my breath,
Tax my address for half my wealth,
Alas my protest, perhaps my stress,
In direct response, my indirect.

The woman scoffs at his giving gifts,
Living gifted is not an ornate box;
Richly leveraged when you need a lift,
More alike to a light that is simply off.

She says, take me out, tonight,
Whereto the people are young,
Bodies are loose, fabric tight.
He says, mistakes and lies,
Too young to accrue true views,
He mocks and chides.

Gord

2018-09-11 01:30 pm

Pour courvoisier, coke, smoke weed.
For core voices toking loke green:
Cork d’or choice, spoke woke meaning,
Joke broke gleaming,
Boast goat dreaming,
Invoke oak healing,
Poke coded readings, or cook mud.
Saying I wouldn’t eat if off the bud,
Gimme a fucking break, dawg you would.
So form apostrophes, hoax followers,
Dominate dossiers bespoke by leads.
Chorus needy, broadway job, police:
Honest lobbyist leaps, not,
Calling policy preacher law,
Homely Claudius fears god,
Homer justice, and beating his chest raw.
Former lover, for I see you as bourgeois,
Fleecing people of their heart and minds,
Champion blind, one eye is all but lost, 
Camping, body weak of fighting for causes,
In causeways, his cautious mind pines,
Cheesing through life, eating off rind,
Leave, dodge, dive,
Breed, scoff, lie,
Edict goes like:
What is life? Four courses, hope, feeling?
Of course there’s more, but more redeeming?
He simply says: I’ve not found thy.

Gord

2018-08-29 12:46 pm

I have a shelf of books, all ashes.
My most disastrous,
Poetically immaculate.
Writing of real life intangibles,
Kissing a boy by the shore, 
While the crowd screams more.
That's the 21st century, man,
Progress a little beyond books of ash,
Paper plates and cheques for cash,
Beyond are spaceship parts beneath trash.

If Etan must, they probably may have done,
So if May is upon, another spring comes,
Against a flower one cannot lean butt,
Especially with the shadow cast cut across.

Don't show up at the poetry contest,
Rhetoric political, ignorant, floral, passe,
Or expect they place you last, lame, fake.

The Sophist

2018-08-23 11:54 am

This morning's protocols
Beginning pondering
What to do with people on the web.

Thus with a deep resolve
Maintaining promising
Again untrue
We will meet again

This time she has evolved
Now loving squandering
Dreams anew
Then dreaming to forget

Sometimes I can recall
Accepting sombering
Time wasted
In following a trend

This time he feels involved
Now loving squandering
Has a few
Then lives in the regret

You ever feel withdrawal
Oncoming vomiting
Bid adieu
To all of your old friends

I can't say I'm appalled
Forgetting honoring
Lives wasted
Unfollow them in death

Gord

2018-04-27 09:29 am

Feelings made up, makeshift,
Ideals for tomorrow racist,
She remarks foundation.
He responds formation,
Endlessly talks mountains,
Flying fowl, howling oasis.

The boy comes around,
Left alone unanswered,
Too late for pounding.
Too late surmounting,
Midnight is the hour,
With a toy box full of clowns,
Breath like oneself drowning,
Her words are like fire,
Counting her countenance,
Even if she implied flowering,
He runs away cowardly, trampling.

Gord

2018-04-24 03:17 pm

Poster of an omen, toking,
Dreaming by a plastic ocean,
Most fast forward, hopeful;
King of post, tasks chosen,
Still lives Midas, hands golden.

Lapland where they dig holes,
Smoke weed and dance poles,
Kings of the foal, antsy, cold.
The older they grow, though,
He loses his power, cowers,
Curses feeling, eats pantry.
Banishes his people of necessity,
Carelessly manages feeble himself,
Paddles the plastic ocean, relieved;
Departs common and flowers nothing.

Gord

2018-04-04 05:14 pm

Poster of an omen, toking,
Dreaming by a plastic ocean,
That most fast forward, hopeful;
King of post, tasks chosen,
Still lives Midas, hands golden.

Lapland where they dig holes,
Smoke weed and dance poles,
Kings of the foal, antsy, cold.
The older they grow, though,
He loses his power, cowers,
Curses feeling and eats.
Banishes his people of necessity,
Carelessly manages feeble himself,
Paddles the plastic ocean, relieved;
Departs common and flowers nothing.

Verbalised

2018-03-17 05:19 pm

I awake
Still tired
Drained by hollow ambition
Of late I'm uninspired
I seek transition
Longing to create
To be great
But instead
I wait for tomorrow 
But it never comes
So I follow tradition
With a bitter admiration
I take comfort sharing
Giving, caring
For those who just take
To let them feel great
I carry this weight
In my thoughts
And my dreams
Until I awake