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

2026-08-13 07:14 pm

Vast: mountains sway,
At our age, the brain,
Nowadays.

Forgetful of things,
Mountains sway, 
Like concepts of outer space. 

Distance, refrain,
At our age, the brain,
Under, stands the pain,
It never comprehends,
Where and what is,
It just toils away.

Gord

2026-06-04 10:00 pm

Little bug:
Little pigs, Little frogs, Little slug.
Finger work beneath civil tongue:
Fish supper, friction with drums.

A little brother, too big for hugs,
A little bit of dust, bits of rough:
Personality, but's and cynical plots,
Digital work beneath a given tongue.

What would you say to me honestly?
That you wish I was crushed?
Well, I'm not.
I lived never thinking of you much.

Where is your response?
Little love for little bugs, 
Simple things, inner calm, bigger cause...
More concern for grudges,
Than writing another song.

Give a little time, you give it up...
A little pain, a little age, little fun:
Singing about doors that are shut,
Invisible cuts that the makeup covers,
For a while, until the stage goes dark,
Then begins your performance,
Entertainment to little bugs.

Gord

2026-02-03 08:08 pm

Berries, on a plate,
Berries, stay in place,
Barrie, by the bay,
Very much the same,
Painted by numbers,
Same as yesterday.

Terry Towel upon the face,
Cucumbers, and potatoes,
Over white and yellow paste.

In the street, expensive things,
And nodding off on heroin,
Near a tesla by the beach.

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

2025-02-14 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.

Gord

2024-10-21 09:30 pm

Chestnut, voices,
Gone are the old days,
Better choices,
Monochrome planes.

Upon canvas the mind paints, 
Scarlet the shade,
Far from water and rain.

Gone are the old days,
Fire took the farm. 

Childhood sweethearts, 
I could be wrong,
But fire looks good, to us all,
When it's on a smaller scale,
But on canvas or stage, 
Fire, has no proper place. 

Soon you'll see, things gone away,
I could be wrong, fire looks good,
When upon a crown and on a face.

Maybe one day you'll see these things,
Not the sullen, lonely greys.

Gord

2024-10-04 08:38 pm

Simply tell me, 
Simply tell me, 
Simpleton, weed, 
Between clenched teeth, 
Tension of three, from one. 

Petty...
Pretty periwinkle.

You wash your hands of disease,
You never wash your hands of me. 
Like Adam kissed Eve,
Rustling leaves, in the city, 
Not at the extremes.

And make believe is more for cocaine users,
Not people like me,
Explore as many worlds as you see,
You'll find in the end the colors are three.

Plus,
It might seem petty,
But your shade is ultramarine.

And it's shady people like you,
That changes people's creed,
Like a stringed needle,
Pulled straight through teeth,
It's not the pain they fear,
It's the permanence you seek.

Gord

2024-09-23 09:22 pm

I wish I had just spawned in, 
Forget what I saw before death.
In the end, I'm done with fights,
Aquamarine, unto the skies.
Blue after, and until midnight.

I have between Ral, Tal,
About what is right. 
God of the Sun,
In the end.
For you, insight.

Racoons, fire,
Costumes, liars.
In the end,
Just to win like them.

I just want, to feel whole again,
Like I had one hundred lives,
Blue painted wall, sofa bed.

Gord

2024-08-09 08:57 am

Desert sun, august morning,
Sky, a butterscotch orange.

Amongst all things, concerns:
For paintings are ownership...
Hopefully drawings disappear,
Wrap your body in animal skin.

Put a brush to your wrist,
Go ahead, spill,
Color all over...
Hopefully canvas appears.

Yellow, what say of the sea?
Hardcore, double crossing, frog, 
Croaking of dark forces and fear.
An unarmed soldier, war over,
Still fighting with the hayseeds.

Oh,
Is this why blue pervades me?

All things amongst me here,
Sidewalks get ownership,
You pay, then worship on them.
All language, being borrowed,
Gives power to some lawyer.

Oh,
Is this why blue pervades me?
Yellow, what have you made me?

Gord

2023-12-08 05:14 am

The things he knows...
Are alike a hand that speaks in failure:
 Painful flails, an esophagus.
While his mouth speaks toward disarmament, 
and victims speak of the night.

So all hail the king, his rings and his might.
 All the things that he owns,
Including the people as items, options
 and things he derides.

So swing a knife, like a sword.
 All hail the flailing arm for what it's worth, 
Including the people he knows as thoughtforms and cites.

Cayenne pepper, nose.
 A world alight.
  A world, delight.
   A wordly delight.
    A world, a light,
Circles dance in the sky, 
 darkness seen with your eyes.
Alongside carmine, red and feathers:
 prose, things they call wise

Gord

2023-10-04 04:58 am

They say, love is fair,
But then, what for free?
Birds and bees, they explain,
Saying mostly ends,
Giving little means.
A friend, dear, a branch, tree.
When they speak they talk of weight,
Everything they feel.

Then they say, live laissez-faire,
Paint the walls of red and greens,
They hope you speak their language.
Incentives and dreams, hopes of things.
But what divides boxes and squares,
Fishes and streams, them and me?
Is it a line or the right to be?

Speak freely, breathe freely,
Easy, people say it should be,
From a mouth that releases,
Full of pleased flesh and teeth.
But if they had one wish left, 
It would be for me to never be.

Well, that's sweet.

But I know what that means, 
Go ahead, feel your feelings.
Just know, there is no you and me.

Gord

2022-11-24 12:02 am

She cried too late, she surmises,
Where the water hits the sky she relates,
Relating further as the distance gains,
Relationships were never her game.

Decisions in haste are still decisions made,
Whether the bars bend makes no difference,
You still lived in a cage.

She is indivisible from a man, 
She decides in a rage,
This divides her, divided in half, her life changes.
Her children are the product of mistakes.

She cried too late, she surmises.
Famine, she decides. 
Pestilence, plague, flames,
Venom from the viper's fang,
Which she places upon the lambs that wail.

Take me away, she whispers to nobody there.
Take me away, she formally dresses, playing,
Addressing her former self, she was taken away,
Far from the pain that she feels everyday

Gord

2022-08-22 06:51 am

I can't fly, I buy a plane, afraid,
Is it I, or the world that changed?
Doing, but why? Moon in the sky,
The music has died away:
Civilized, civil eyes describe,
My cymbals, rides and chains.
Time changes, I stay behind, afraid,
I can't fly, I can't buy a plane,
Or move to a space in my mind,
Tiny place, stimuli, to hide my pain.
Like shrines to a saint, myself,
I can overprice, play faces like chess,
Trite, then replace with tech.
In my camp by the lake,
Water arrests the trees.
Wolf, that tames itself,
Realizes little of anyone else,
Sees no bigger dreams,
Eats the best, but what for me?

Lynn

2022-03-23 11:45 am

I smear vaseline in the corners of my mouth with a cotton swab to seal the cracks that are carved there
from smiling too wide
from laughing too loud
from speaking my mind.

I smudge the nails on my hands with paint, pearlescent and pink
to keep from moving
to keep from creating
to keep from fully living.

I confine myself to an apple and egg whites each day to mold by body
into what I see in waiting room magazines
into what it was when I was a child
into something impossible.

how futile, it seems, to meter my joy, to suppress the wind.
because, when one tries to obstruct what rightfully will pass,
it gains strength, channels down one slim canyon,
and blows everyone away.

Gord

2022-03-22 02:44 am

I dreamt indifferently,
Subtly smiling at each move,
Waves deferentially, 
That was my heaven.

Of pictures and frames,
Eventually they go away,
Like fitness and pain,
Jazz, age, dates and faces,
Soon again, time changes.

Honey, everlasting joys.
One does destroy bees,
Sees, consumes, avoid.
Like nothing, voice fleeting,
Screaming into the void,
Lonely, an ocean destroys me.

Gord

2022-03-01 06:54 am

Paper, mind racing;
April, outside rain;
Days, time, pain.
Trial, minor inheritance,
Inside raging, vain,
Water droplet pacing.

Lies, decadence,
Left in the sunset.
Am I adept?
Think, look back.
Flies in everything,
Trying anything,
I, tried everything.

Trial, cherry picking,
Many years,
Their meaning?
A small committee,
Press, briefings:
Ideas discrete,
Their leanings.

Where is the time for healing?

Lynn

2022-01-25 11:14 am

the first time i heard
the word
was in the third grade 
as teacher taught us, piously, of the price He paid

as He felt the spike rip though
tearing his palms asunder, in two
He pleaded, Father, why me?
why must the sacrifice i be?

the first time i understood
the word 
was in the sixth grade 
as i started the decline into womanhood

as I lay, fetal, on the bathroom floor
and the blood soaked my legs and the pain a dull roar
I prayed, a desperate plea, Mother, why me?
why must a woman I be?