Gord

2014-02-28 12:00 am

In defiance, with pious hands;
To work like the common man;
but with plans more defiant; 

Losers to immolate in self-defense;
Slingshots no longer topple the Giant;

Fire deep inside her wished to deny it;

Gord

2014-02-26 12:00 am

Innocence pulled, an unending silence.
Finally quiet, the screaming of demons cleavers,
My life is a lie, to be revered as a guise pious.
The unjust rise of the unique triad, defiant.

Gord

2014-02-21 12:00 am

Black music, White music.
Who cares as long as you can dance to it.
Oriental tuning and flag burning.
Who cares as long as our country tramples forward.
Toward a new world. One without music.
Who cares that musicians are now electronics technicians?
Who even cares about inflection, or inner reflection?
Or if the power chord is in tune anymore.
Who even cares for the whore music?
Not me anymore. I said that but afterwards we were forced,
To ward off our witness, an antithetical image was explored.
With an explosion of force we took off. Eichmann Quart.