Gord

2020-08-20 01:53 pm

Books opens, pictures,
Bulldozer, fixtures,
Foot soldier of bitterness,
Do good moments wither?

Pull over, hood open,
Notice you could use a push,
Look to the wool-grower,
Whose home you turned to dust,
Hopeless with his heritage lost.

Is a cactus cost-effective?
Is an organ, mostly defective,
Less than nothing?
Ask a cleric, politician or elective,
At best, they repeat what they must.

crybaby

2020-08-14 09:18 am

im so high
and not because of drugs
but because of love
it’s alright
i said what ive said
and i meant what ive meant
it’s so nice

i just wanna be yours
wanna be close
wanna mean more
to you
i just wanna see you
wanna kiss you
wanna hear more
from you

and baby maybe it’d a big mistake
to tell you i cant live without you,
but only the dead dont make mistakes
and im so alive when i think ‘bout you.

i hope you’ll find peace in me
cause i found peace in you
and i know that im kinda freaky,
it’s cuz im crazy in love with you.

for freedom id give my life 
for love id give my freedom 
for you id give my love
my life now has a reason 

im trying so hard not think about you,
not fall in love with you.
but what if it’s too late?
and if it’s too late,
baby what should i do?

what should i do when everything’s against this love?
what should i do when i dont know what you want?
what should i do when i have so many questions
but dont know the answers?
what should i do when,
what should i do when,
baby what should i do?

Steven Delvin

2020-08-10 12:32 pm

Rejoice O' Dear Pilgrim's
Steven Delvin Mututo Muturi

Rejoice! Rejoice!
My heart sings.
It's proud,quite a revolt,
Overwhelmed by high spirits.
Best better made choice's_
So proud of this feeling-
As not one can default_
Of all it truly seeks.
Fighting the wars,
merely won on the past_
previous Escapade's,
On the truces of truth.
Stands firm and tall,
Relatively all along.
A positive mentalist,
A determined mindset,
A humble individual_
Highly dedicated
And fully determined
Having negativism eradicated.
Despite how it all looks,
Sophistically complicated
I have all my wills,
Precious bills to be initiated.
A focused soul.
Doing the best to shake off,
All the shackles of darkness
Profuse dark need's_
No Hope mentality,
Out of our every human borne
Off the transgress,
Of life's worst enemy's,
That kill's hopes in life.
On very self individuals,
I try to wipe it all out
Erasing all its crooked details_
Engraved wildly on many
A blurred people's life.
The negatively emotional
Wrath stained life's invoice
Much a strain to many.
Just dearly,do hear my voice.
As in your personalised mails,
I will send some by the rails
Tagging along recorded clips_
Mine own recorded voice
Blended with messages of hope
The best percussionist's theme
With a perfect rhyming scheme
With a Hope streams beat sets
A perfect blend rhythm.
Rejoice!
Oo' ye' Brethren.
Son's and Daughter's,
Of the very Most High.
Let out your faint sigh's,
Relax your panting,
The gulping gasps,
And rest all your worries-
Along the wicked fears,
To the reign of the supreme
On the kingdom of the Most High,
Our Holy God.
Lay off,Yours all earthly burdens
And soar again-
As a new soul,
A new being_
Divinely borne
Blended in Holiness's.
Cast out your eyes
And settle them over,
The glittering sigh post_
With glittery letters of Gold,
That's so clear on sight.
A message of Hope,
To us all-
So loosen your grips_
And firm holds off the ropes,
That tags,drags along
The petty dark burdens
Of our own pretty pasts.
Embark on a Divine journey-
The very new noble course,
And progress with pilgrimage_
An affirmative programme,
Cruising mast vast mileages
Crossing many boundaries,
Past many a villages,
Across the horizons,
Preaching the Gospel.
Touching along lives.
New hopes,new things
Great achievements
And magnificent endeavors,
To people's you truly spell_
For a new life-
All can spell,
Walking in new Grace's
New righteous traces,
To the very far end..

Gord

2020-03-28 02:32 pm

He asks with sorrow for another bottle,
Liquor is his rowboat, antique throttle,
Paddles and gives him thoughts frantic.
Adjacent his attitude, pavement coffins,
Adjudicating placement to favor coffers,
A judge can save him, about fifty dollars,
Then send Jim and Mary a judgement against.

If one pulls a rope far enough, can they pull past the end?
One fulfills prose full of love, do they look past themselves?
One trills hopeful of the mode, whether semi or tonal in sound,
Want unlike need, if one pulls a rope, can we find what we see?

Gord

2020-03-01 11:56 am

Do oranges have soul?
Does it make the juice taste more?
When I eat them, do they know?
Sparkling orange meat oceans
Hope to hold
Could I, myself, become a bowl?
Alas, to be Mimosa Mix
Can Oranges feel regrets and woes?
Drink my blood straight from my chest
Pop a bottle
Drink some more
My heart's behest

Gord

2019-11-07 09:07 am

Misunderstood lyrics, Reverend,
Had you not asked of my kids,
Or the loved ones I cherished?
Thorough I write my kinship,
Kingship, flagship furlough,
No science to write myself,
Is it just lies of unknowns,
Just lies, unknowingly,
Trust dying in fun foals,
Or stampedes around the field,
Not Informed of where they going?
Can God even hear a man when he moans,
Does he cover an ear, hope and pray?
Does he occasionally call things gay?
You misunderstand my intention,
No questions ponder foolish in heaven,
God's gift could be enjoying the stay.

Gord

2019-02-06 07:32 pm

Sidewalks broken on my boulevard,
Auburn hair where I used to walk,
Talk, and think of her dialogue.
I'd thought greenery would fall,
Replaced with concrete barriers,
Perhaps I'd talked too freely,
Told one too many tale too tall
To still be taken seriously.
Discreet forever, words picky,
Discrete for ever, world sticky,
Disformity for even worms licking.
Take me away from this place,
For even screaming and kicking,
Seeing worse, feeling indignant.
Not to curse the growing infant,
But the plants must go.
No handlebars rusted,
To bikes comprised of broken dreams,
No van full of children hopeful,
Just a van to the hospital, please,
My heart is about to explode to pieces.

Gord

2019-01-11 06:34 am

A Barrie kid grows,
A ferry, stone's throw,
Parry sound, Toronto,
Pound it out, big smoke.

This season I'll move downtown,
City planners dictate high spots,
How? Do they sell drugs now?
They only make dumps, dry drops,
Build highways on your houses,
Hope the best for us.

Eyes water, why bother?
Save yourself a level of honor,
Tomorrow it will be your brother.

Gord

2019-01-10 07:14 am

Open prose with my dignity,
I am simple, Iambs, imagery,
Trying to oven toast,
With my sympathy lost.

I hope for you another loss,
Scotch socials, often postures,
Costumes oft. 
Walls filled with posters,
To wish you, where I was,
As if my feelings forgotten.

Open hose of complacency,
Teach me your giving ways,
Leach lead onto my face,
My children's faces,
My foodstuff casings.
Tell me of today:
"I Take not, responsibility.
Taste, not digestibility, 
My style succinct,
My rubber hole,
Leaves rubber taste."

Gord

2019-01-09 12:52 pm

I write without notes,
No goblins, or hope,
Aftermath nonsense. So?

I write long-form cribs,
Despite shotguns, dibs,
Despite skunks glibs:
Seven, Eight. 
Eight, Nine.
Just in time, coughing:
"Forgive my hands,
I am pandering, but
All I wish is to climb,
My trip divine,
My lips atwine, 
Would you be so suited,
Had I not arrived?"

In the middle, my tie mismatches,
Patchwork outfits, simple acids.
Dissolve an owners possessions,
Would ten not ask, where are my people,
Clothes and houses?
I would think at last, and note it,
Seven ate nine hungry and homeless,
To not play such a hand, preposterous.
By standards awful and longing,
With numbers staging off-brands.

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

2018-09-11 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

2018-08-21 11:26 am

Friends spoken to be millionaires paid,
Mind hopeful, experience bar full,
I'm hoping to get a millionaires pay,
Friends along with, interiors vague.

Though rhymes alone do not denote caste,
They are like paste, or a paper,
Clinging to the things we wish to frame.

Like metal rods with a magnet lace,
I walk back to my original place.
Pens broken and arms folded in front,
Mind hopelessly lost of useless knots.

Life like a lark, but come too soon,
So hopelessly lost, inside of dark,
Heart fought and hard fought,
And eventually the daybreak comes.

young

2018-08-11 04:51 pm

Someday I'll forget you, 
That day I'll be free from my thoughts, 
That day I'll accept that I don't have no one, 
That day I'll be happy being alone, 
It won't depress me. 

One day I found someone, 
Though I won't hope that it will happen, 
We never know what happen next, 
I just need myself ready for it. 

But for now, 
I wish you were doing well, 
I love you from the bottom of my heart, 
Even though you don't care about me, 
And I don't know if I exist in your life.

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.

Gord

2018-01-31 06:56 am

Letters written of nonsense,
Inner conflicts, profits,
Constantine of outfits,
Proud of their holes.
Opposite, of continents,
Sinkholes, swallowing,
Mere weathering problems,
All they do is disclose.

Imagine a world insolvent,
Overpopulated and cold,
Where fistfuls of dollars,
Are better off.
Plastic like the ocean,
Poetic hopeful, Scotland.
Politically motivated,
Heart emplaced.
However honest, lies of fate,
One defends an idea flagrant,
Upon a hill of nothing sacred,
Fairness being the continent.

Unless one wishes a life content,
In a country of many ferrets.

Gord

2017-12-27 10:00 am

Amateur poet, ultimate,
Heroic, stoic, slowest,
Everything rhymed about,
Hopeful of inchoate.
Chum of the lake, think,
Who is the wake for?
Dead men living pale,
or those living, 
Mouth agape, ailing,
Flailing their limbs,
Scene akimbo,
Fare unanswered,
Meter fake.

So they take what is mine,
Question pondered,
What is life plastered?
Humanity mastered,
Time honored,
or is it a last laugh,
before dying afterward?

Poets lie yet find alms,
Measured footsteps bald,
Words lifelessly clever,
Heart hard to hold palm;
Old arms to old arms,
Adages stolen loved upon;

Bard holy, arch golden,
To carve lonely,
Barns beholden,
Nothing nobel.
Par normally, like poultry,
To starve colts.

Ark art, Swan gone,
Dark garb, lark fawned,
Opposite of his mind,
He finds laughter,
Chapter after chatter,
Chancellor gone;
He defines pattern,
An afterthought.