Gord

2014-08-15 12:00 am

Among Imperials, two faces clash,
Destroying the child middle,
Purpose born was to protect class.
Among the tyrants, 
A sleeping dog,
His brother opposite,
A sleeping god, 
Purpose forlorn and meaning lost.
Shoot the gun across, regardless,
Trees grow from the river,
Implying a garden should exist.

Yet at the bottom I find no solace.
No mythical beast of which to conquer,
Nor mythical flower of to tame beasts.
So no feast among mythical followers.
Sewn feet no longer bother to move.
Brooms no longer even bother to sweep.

I see Cost front by the citizen,
Expected which are also to clean.
Past participle's partisan cuts so cleanly,
No partisan is left opposite to thee.
Clearly, No god laughs,
Sincerely, No god falters,
And no human shots cast,
Except into human carnage.

Gord

2014-08-13 12:00 am

I transform retribution,
I collide with an enemy,
Destined for fusion,
Corroding my memory,
Crashing the computer,
That is me.

I open on pretense false,
In hopes to gain my loss,
Yet no fate goes uncrossed,
No face goes on unmarked,
No bullet grazes,
They self aim and kill marks.

In honesty,
I hope for their retribution,
Not believing what you do,
I find no institution for truth,
Investigations reveal soot.
To conceal boots under sock.
Truth should be implied,
Secrets shouldn't even be whispered,
When no secret knock is employed.

Gord

2014-08-12 12:00 am

In jealousy they salt the earth,
An appearance for my demise,
I die and no tear falls perched,
A fitting design for a tyrant.
In jealousy you all despise.

Hypocrites stall the trade of curd.
Poetically their dreams are poor,
No science behind an abstract score,
Chipping in a two cent piece,
When the wishing well is already full. 

Gord

2014-08-11 12:00 am

Alas, you make like critics predicted.
The marathon runner now needs no glass.
Condensation enough for a victory.
Shock has found equivalency,
Just adopt this piece of shit dog.
Type? Don't ask me.
It would be a vain attempt at breed,
Trivializing my identity.

Gord

2014-08-07 12:00 am

I traverse the dark of the caverns:
All I find is bottoms and laughter.
Palaced me within a circular pattern,
I find no gains,
And no means to make with.
Yet I find no pain,
So is it easier to make wishes?
Than to actually fulfill them?
Is it easier to scale a building?
Or easier to commit this build?
Maybe it's even easier to stand idly by.
Planes fly into buildings, make six billion.

Gord

2014-08-05 12:00 am

I'm sorry,
She called me,
amateur poet,
Who is she?
To question the merit,
of an artist?
I mean,
Is she marxist?
Does she study philosophy?
I mean, 
It seems like her carpet,
Would be stained cheese.
I mean,
Where was her fedora?
The Woman should insulted be,
Why? Equality.

Gord

2014-08-05 12:00 am

Complacency, 
A transformative lyric.
Appear differently,
Every time you see it.
Feel questions,
Appearance less glee,
It just gets to me,
Questions my career:
Rhyming a chair,
with chairs a little less green.

Gord

2014-08-01 12:00 am

Out in the doldroms, it's just a cold world.
Winds of change brew but die in a wave fold.
I'm incapable of change, 
You're incapable of the same.
So it must be predetermined, 
Hard determinist actors mimic a proper stage.
Lately I've been looking for a cage,
To preordain my life to hide from slaves.
Complacency locks people in a cage,
Claim preordain is to lie of the blame.
Out in the cold world, you make your own.
Ride the wind or die in a wave fold, 
If you're incapable of change,
Often your life is predetermined based on status,
So if the last thing I see is a image phallic,
Last thing they see from me is one right back.

Gord

2014-07-31 12:00 am

The wings and bonds of summer upon us,
The warmer months warm up on us;
Summer denounces winter, for lack of trust,
The lack of faith in its cold heart disgust summer.

W'ould bring upon us a greater bond,
Causes desperation euphoria then falter;
To fly upon the ocean, with lack of knowledge,
The lack of which is its fold into carnage.

Gord

2014-07-31 12:00 am

My magnum opus produced at my alma mater,
The laughter is too great to justify release after.

Gord

2014-07-30 12:00 am

The illumination now seems like magic,
Flashing fights amid darkening background.
Giants no longer able to wish to fight,
Only to die to be back among the pack,
To re-ignite, to fight from higher ground.
Ironically battle is lost by those with the foundry.
Their heaven lacked the fortifications necessary.

Gord

2014-07-28 12:00 am

I am hop,
To say I am hip, is past tense.
So I pretense my statements.
My preamble is mastered arrogance,
So I defend my stature veritable,
With questionable complacence.

Gord

2014-07-25 12:00 am

The red sand on the red planet.
A new home for those disbanded?
The pack is no longer accepting of animals.
Acceptance is a past participle,
Placing indiscriminates in wheelchairs.
Athletes teaming, forced to be there:
It's more austere for those committed.
Picture this: A world full of autism,
With no conviction to tackle the problem.
As in, 
Extremism only applies to what I love.
Only the things I love matter,
No matter to kindred doves,
No pitter-patter,
No kids in love,
 because it's considered disgusting.
Life only applies to what I want.
When I want.
So give me the rights of the fully retarded.

Gord

2014-07-23 12:00 am

By chance a rapper falls into success.
Perchance an acid rapper should try acid.
Nah, 'I don't fuck with that shit.'
Per chance you trap another album,
I am skeptical of the outcome.
Addicts are scarcely funded by cheques.

Gord

2014-07-22 12:00 am

I am with my peers.
Although you forge careers,
In favor o' honing craft.
It leaves them bereft, of talent.

Dreamers dreaming dreamscapes,
Of dreams they never even had.
When will they part with inaction?
Or finding meaningless meanings?
While meanwhile the bridge burns backward.

Gord

2014-07-16 12:00 am

Dill pickle chips, I find them delicious.
If I could find a fault, a little more salt.
Then they would be where sweet chili heat is.

Gord

2014-07-16 12:00 am

A relationship couldn't hurt you.
They call her whirlpool. What?
Cannot water purl, lest swirl?
Cannot the girl circle?
Without countess' calling Birle?¹
A charity now, discounts jealousy.
Apparently they want your man...

Maybe the man they seek is a boy.
Attracted to kiss curls and cute girls.
Ensnared in world's trap of spit curls,
The world is full of geothermal cores.
Moreover she's 'so hot',
She only explores herself.
I walked right into the flower shop.
Honestly I'm not looking for vagina,
I'm just looking to be the primus.²


Footnotes:
1. Swirling Water; Masculine Name;
2. The 'one'; The first.

Gord

2014-07-03 12:00 am

Wireless like the spy network.
Re-worked that line reads:
Pyrite like the bomb network,
That evolved from good times.
Happy days and thick lines.
Hollywood bats his back nine.
Happiness captured in his eyes.