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

2016-11-24 12:00 am

Once great poems in the form of epic,
Tragically short was my bite of danish,
Therefore I re-post a poem from 2012.
Current relevance being to a shelf.

Gord

2016-11-15 12:00 am

Classical antiquity in his eyes,
In the future he sees nothing.
No hummus made of pain,
No main containing animal.
How will his likeness continue,
With same vein, similar virtues?
In the mind propaganda becomes true.

Selling Kerchiefs with his likeness,
The future becomes today,
Yesterday's pathway impassable,
Except for by train.
A smile in the rain.

Gord

2016-11-09 12:00 am

Dreams aloft, desires of the sky,
She dreams for me clouds and rain,
Misplacing my characters,
Rewriting their pain.
Then chastising me again,
What is their trade?
Perhaps destined by fate,
What is their patriotism made of?

What happens with the sky at night,
Do clouds disappear and birds not fly?
Do the stars not shine?
Does the moon guide,
Even if forgotten by society,
Too ignorant to find it?
It stays aloft, as my dreams and desires.
And she keeps for me only mockery, pity,
conjecture upon a lectern of pure disdain,
Judgement passed by the clouds and the rain,
For everything she dreamt of she was.
And everything I evade.

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

2016-09-21 12:00 am

One imagines themselves mighty,
Brightening the sand green,
Perspiring with the people,
Irradiated as it may be,
It feeds the mind, for free.
No future winter seeming fair.
Porous players will evolve,
With sinister gods favored.
Last of a virtue,
Patronizing and redefining the former earth,
Denying that which lies between our worlds.

Gord

2016-09-08 12:00 am

I would probably just tell her, I miss you,
and let her know I still think about her. 
I would probably let her know, 
that I was doing much better and thank her,
for the strong advice she gave me years ago,
and I would let her know it helped me grow.

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

2016-07-15 12:00 am

I wish I could be like you,
So fucking great,
The Grand Satan I erase.
With time they wash away,
despite their wish to stay.

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

2016-07-12 12:00 am

In his future he sees tired coughing,
But the seer mundane usually finds nothing,
Only peering back upon seared meat,
Apparently to be, or feel something.

Caravans of the sky desire furniture,
Of which the past robbed the future,
Paradigms of the mind flipped suture,
Lying prone as a feat of nature.

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

2016-04-21 12:00 am

She cries to me able,
Drying the the river fate,
Dangling the carrot,
An I to blame for position?
Managing to hear it, I feel.
Tragic for her stable condition.
Merely I write transitions,
Love letters of insinuation,
Lasting forever,
Boxed beneath a house of chatham.