Gord

2017-03-13 12:00 am

A convent future,
Convenience sutured,
Malice upon the roof,
Palace upon a stoop.
Firearms task the soup,
Cannot we further pepper?
Appropriate tutelage,
Knowledgeable common beggars.
Pro Ipsal softer sophism.

Saddle up the dogs of war,
Give their forward movement.
Mass upon the louver,
Tasks of Stratford-upon-Avon,
A Dramatic future.
Tossing away bombs of truth,
For convenient nomenclature.
Trading lawn darts for rapiers.

Gord

2017-03-08 12:00 am

Only tragedy of the pen,
Everything self penned,
Self authored.
Cherishing the gift of god,
but with silent laughter.

Floating dynasty upon the water,
Field my dreams, take my island,
Let me spend my days a wander,
Looking for your prodigal child,
With no time for spectacular novels,
Cobblestone violence or love chided.
Machiavellian influenced religion,
Post irony, Post music,
Long, long, into the future.
Where no human exists,
Only Nature.

Gord

2017-03-03 12:00 am

Partridges fly,
Above the land they admire,
Moon rocks to the scientist,
Fertility given to a goddess,
Pointless admiration.
So begins desire,
The bird flies higher,
Further from the ground,
Wherefore no dreams to mire.
Society jobs to a miser.
My job is too dry,
Hands cracking, without water.
Voice loud enough to deny it.

Gord

2017-02-28 12:00 am

Mace in my eyes,
Ire in my heart.
Desire at the port,
Ships cause divide;
Yellow violets field,
Uplifting and stealing.
They never were blue,
Banking on healing;
They dye red his suit,
With hope of upheaving,
He dies in it anyway,
The price of believing. 

Gord

2017-02-17 12:00 am

Cubs pride design to hunt,
In parable, from a bird's eye,
They sit upon rooftops,
Chilling out in caste.
Smoking weed and desiring,
Maybe the future holds tomorrow,
Tomorrow bring the last.

Huns perspiring at American funds,
Infinite systems of foreign gods.
The Americans scoff,
Savage preparing for battles cost,
Yet they lost. Gold and all.
Wasted bombs landed on land,
Nobody was ever on.
Intelligence of bitten tongues;

Gord

2017-02-15 12:00 am

Passage to the heart clogged,
Life maudlin, poor starting,
Racers to support their mark,
Post revelation reveal fakery.
Mock factories bailing no hay;
Poor neighbors decide to stay,
Demand jobs and prosperity,
And the American way.
Self flagellation pays,
Workers find jobs,
Pride as their mainstay,
Thy world in bondage,
Thy wounds inflamed.

Gord

2017-02-14 12:00 am

Handsome men play Diablo Two.
Getting keys forever free,
Looks alone topple trees,
Fire will forever consume.
Millennials play Diablo Three,
Pay to play, stay for free,
Books alone could stand true,
Everything better, Diablo Two.

Gord

2017-02-03 12:00 am

Red Tie, Blue Tie.
Presidential Hierarchy.

Gord

2017-01-27 12:00 am

The man who no longer revolves, dies forever,
And likely has not an iron in hand.
The rest who fail and die inside,
May just simply live again, 
Never despondent with desires availed.

The man who lives forever,
Will likely has his own gold,
Iron is for tamed men who grow old,
Only eventually to desire again,
Living to a disappointment,
Skeletons cannot draw the river,
Not like when they were avoidant.

The young men and the boys,
They know little of that facts,
Floating through existences,
They decide to decide kings later,
Their desire is to act now.

Electors hired,
They enact cowards,
Politicians raised powerful,
Their children decide values.
Perhaps our good times could be spent apart,
Instead of lying and backstabbing one another.

Gord

2017-01-24 12:00 am

Bed rest undeservant, he turns.
Making up words as he goes,
The world follows through,
Exiting without him.

God of the chimes,
Wind-bound and determined,
Makes the rules as he goes,
The world passes laws,
Existing without him.

Gord

2017-01-19 12:00 am

Those who kill another standing,
Are said to be of stone and iron.
Bean counters politic to the throne,
Are somehow revered and desired.
Despite their lack of remorse,
And passionless fire.
Their life a metaphor of climbing,
Smelly, poor, and small minded.

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.

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

2016-12-21 12:00 am

Bland, Gory,
Written by men,
History.

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.