Gord
2017-01-17 12:00 am
Finding selected, Keystroke wreckless. Days clicking google adsense, Hoping for a future pleasant. Those married to future present, Set precedence, or providence. Either way, their feeling felt. Ourselves providing the set lists, Swimming only to divide the kelp. Tragedy or more could define the self, Prophets could by chance desire wealth, Perhaps afterlife is rather expensive. Better than desiring severed heads, Documenting your proletariat ventures, Penniless yet the castle stands. Random chance gives in to my demands.
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Gord
2017-01-13 12:00 am
Cherish what little time we have, they say. Politics among the coursework for the day, Perhaps the housework can justify a stay, Though setbacks can justify means to create. The weed, it stays dope, We changed though, Peering through grass, We see our hope. Not one being persecutor, But blame to the group. Fire and flames on a hoop, Would not you jump officer? Or frame up and shoot?
Gord
2017-01-05 12:00 am
Not my president, Not my precedence. Denied relativism, Only my patriotism.
Gord
2017-01-03 12:00 am
Panic as the ship hits the shore, Not Before, la vie, con amore, For love does typically live forever. Only old men break for the weather, Feverish in their love of pleasure. Deacon finding the failure of people, Lights fires in the place of beacon, Wooden beams crumbling beneath him, He is the lighthouse that never was. I am the rocks that never could, Smashing rocks of greater virtue, I am then accost and pursued, Masticating grass of rain and dew, Too ignorant to stand. Too ignorant to move.
Gord
2016-12-20 12:00 am
Pastures dry, the people see, Move on and feel their freedom, Seldom hearing people eaters. Creature seeking not being a career, Having not done it for twenty years, Seeking all monsters to be sought. Tables turned, the people rot. Yearning on for cannot be. Informed thoughts cannot read, Nor breed cattle to buy bread. Masters of a humble rest; Grow their own bread, Farm their own cattle, Fight their own battles, Propagating views to their peers, Which idealize each other, Making careers of judgement.
Gord
2016-12-12 12:00 am
Tomorrow is nothing but an intervention, Yesterday holding the true intention. Yet spend to stay powerful at the station, Your people power toward a cowards end, Politically investing on a shorter scale. Marking with pen and paper, clearing chambers, Tomorrow's makeshift inventions tooled on sale. As if someday a unicorn escaped their stable, Marked the day ideally we first fought in anger, Then paid extorted reparations as a gamble.
Gord
2016-12-06 12:00 am
Feather aloft, with folded wing, Birds gliding as the summer sings, Turning only to check the fitting. Bastion of the great lords, Last swinging his great sword, Breaking bones he sees fit. A life in three parts, As though it was, And so it is. Life lays it's judgement, As one tries to live.
Gord
2016-11-26 12:00 am
My mind idyllic, I lye beside a follower, So follower am I. A flower grower, tending to groves, No leader am I. No army can I raise. No raze can justify. So I roll a joint, Get real high.
Gord
2016-10-19 12:00 am
Continuing to writhe in pain, As the water runs through me. Hopefully one day they find a cure for being. For being alive most days can be aside, Or sutured as the village Miser, Who found his wealth in similar lies: The bones and arrows of similar lines. Propelled forward by similar desire.
Gord
2016-10-14 12:00 am
If the American government told you, life over death, Would you just believe them, and choose to live? If the American government told you, We're just having fun, drawing lines in the sky, Would you believe them? If your president warned you, Of the coming apocalypse, Would you believe the Americans? Or choose to live?
Gord
2016-08-18 12:00 am
Nothing of a light inside, No desire for burning fire, No mercy or desire, already alight, Stammering as you admonish, Changing that astonishing, Changing again as you end, Foreshadowing verbiage you admire. Only my wendigo sees my ambitions, And only others fear my desires.
Gord
2016-07-21 12:00 am
Haphazard he stumbles onward, Following steps of a baron fool, Limestone of illegal procurement, Staring until the day drew longer, No longer appropriate for knocking. Waking to the inevitable pain, On his steps a brother slain, The lawn full of corvettes. In the end he laid himself, An afterlife misspent.
Gord
2016-07-19 12:00 am
A cold man prays for food. A fed man prays for heat. The rest pray obsolete, Needing very little. Pittance and a needle, Praying a life discrete. Peering through sheets, Never seeing sunlight, Only what cannot be, and the divine.
Gord
2016-07-14 12:00 am
He pursues love, Happiness in the sun, While they feel nothing, Canon blazing, wailing, with no larger attack. He can live with that, As long as he can live again.
Gord
2016-06-30 12:00 am
Ire of the God that creates, Pasty hands, adoration of the fans, And regret of a moving caste, Published spine of too much paste, Toiled upon by uninitiated masons. Cannot we end this race? Show tolerance instead of patience? Forget the genocide of ideals, Lest we deal in inaccurate traits.
Gord
2016-05-04 12:00 am
Tomorrow is a forever away, Lifelong insinuations of lame, Necessary arterial plague, Eventually he dies of it. If he asked for the sauce, Not just brought up on it, Did asked for the judgement? Or just to live?
Gord
2016-02-19 12:00 am
Today is but a fragile future, Flying high above our own wisdom, Too humble to nurture our own lambs, Ouroborous of the past come from within. We would smile upon our cattle truth, Passing as the horses coming through. Alexander of the trade has gone forever, Accordingly should we also become nothing? It seems apt for our most static people. Hopefully to procure funds for a sequel.
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