Gord
2026-09-30 02:39 am
Irony being lost, Like a child talking. Cronos, to gods, Phobos, to mars, Either way, Inside, we lose who we are. Women in bands, Drumming of hands, When did the doldrum begin? By the future, to the past, Like a life in idle hands.
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Gord
2026-09-16 08:19 pm
Never wanted epigrams, She desired darkness, Which is what I am, Despite the markings. Like Fred, says to Barney, Maybe consider less daunting, Less aimless form of life. But Barney desires Betty, A new car and a pint.
Gord
2026-09-04 06:59 am
Meaning, less meaning, Dreamers, dream dreamscapes. Day succeeds evening, Like nightlife succeeded. People, like we, Beings, replaced. Storm, give way to rain, Beauty, like rainbows, Under sky you can paint.
Gord
2026-08-31 01:46 pm
Tonight, tonight, Through windows, the sky, Gimme, gimme, The other songs I like. Say say say, Bye bye bye, Turning points, Within my life, Whatever music, Is in the air tonight.
Gord
2026-08-20 09:06 pm
Blood dries into mold, Troubling side issues, Like rising moons, Aspire to sunshine. What am I to do? Stand idly by? Life is too short.
Gord
2026-08-20 12:52 pm
Time doesn't exist, Like carbon paper, Beneath me, Impression. Life isn't about solid phases, Matter has three states, Like a person has faces. Knife, plunge into my skin, You planned to cut me, But, what about yourself? You're beneath me.
Gord
2026-06-28 11:30 am
Spittle, gnash and remorse, Little passion for chords, Online sporadic posts, Of course, dog bites come, And I beg them for more. I did, did I? No, it is opposition, Competition that wishes to destroy, And if it does so be it, I'm willing to play the foil. Distinctions and awards, Suspicion of words, Position as hero: Division on discord. I did, did I? I guess you would know, My life, and palindrome.
Gord
2026-06-18 06:20 pm
Life spent, upon a boat, If you ask him how it went: 'I couldn't have known, how the waves would throw me, If I had the chance I would do it again. You never know.' Although, he said heresies, If you ask me, it was like God when we spoke. I couldn't have known, how what he said affected me, If I had the chance, I would do it again, You never know.
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
2026-05-06 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
2026-04-18 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
2025-12-08 08:38 pm
Disdain of flesh, Decay of sense, Working late, again, It remains unsaid. Burning bayonets, Arms, upon a chair, I, long to embrace myself, Instead of remain unsaid, Undead and lifeless.
Gord
2025-09-16 06:43 am
Acting, unsatisfied. Static, over time. Am I alright? Everyone expires, I reply. As a traffic light, I stop and bathe in red. Still, I'm hanging tight, Still, I lag behind, Final, panting sighs: Fine, then, pass me by. I'd rather be alive than dead... Stand aside? I'll walk as you run one last mile, Even if it's by myself... Why do dusty, static people seem to find me? Am I the twilight in which it shines? Red, Satanic light. Active, social life, Better inside architecture, or the mind. But, then, Wherefore does magic lie? Somewhere before the asking price.
Gord
2025-07-09 10:11 pm
On canvas, paint, Faint inner lines, One day, help will arrive. Fox to maggots, sages alike, Not passion, lies, One day, help will arrive. Small matters, aside, Lay awake in the night, Doorways open, Like man and a knife. All that matters is survival, Today, protection of life. Black magic, paint, What makes things mine? Fate, or time? I can't say faithfully, Hopefully, one day, help will arrive.
Gord
2025-03-11 04:39 am
Commit a crime and tell me, Uphill climb, and emptiness, Pills alter the mind, The novels I write aren't helping. I no longer deny blessings, All I had in life is French seams, Red meat and prayer beads. The movie is for the sex scene, Simple child, on empty, Pills alter the mind, Barrels this time, sweat beads. Why can't I, be like a chess piece, Alone, untouched by deadbeats? Webbing is where the spider eats, Domestic things involve police, Collective lives can then convene. A minor piece, A minor key, Minor to the ones who sing, A major deal on my journey, Despite wind, spiders scheme, What is not real is the bodies.
Gord
2025-02-14 08:46 pm
Cannot you write of greater things? Or still is life consumed with frings? What do vegetables in a garden say? That they are selfish, wrong, gay, That the old ways have gone away? Carrots are obsessed with sex, Consumed with greed, and peppers, What does sausage on a skillet say? It sits, writhes and screams in pain. Life isn't an arcade machine, You don't put coins in and get to play.
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