Gord

2025-02-11 07:33 am

To the final, pathetic, vocal squeal:
Drum trials, pathos in guitar steel,
Reference, for the crowd to cheer.

What is gone, but was never there?
What is a woman? Complacent?
Like God, you take a bucket,
Drown her in rainwater, 
It remains clear. 

Her body is still good for fucking. 
His money is still good for fucking, 
Her body is still good for fucking,
Nothing.

Ink then vinyl, out into the real,
Drum trial, pathos to the feeling,
Defence for the crowd that cheers.

What is gone, but was never there?
Magic, you chose a career,
Not a life path.

Defend that! 

Missives you can't recite back,
Missiles, like knives to the back,
Missing like writing upon a staff. 

Music was a mistake in the end,
Mythic, like an axe upon a head,
Without your controller in hand,
What is gone, but was never there?

Gord

2023-02-10 10:48 am

Shapeshifter, sex symbol, Lord,
Like you imagine your next form,
Aging wrinkles, Alone,
Civil from war.
Great mirror,
What's a beach without a shore?
Those who change an elaborate hoax.
They imagine thinking, then approach,
Like ideas read from novels and books.

Plane ticket, images, visions, more, 
Imagining yourself at home,
Opium, an anonymous quote, 
You take the drugs you owe for, 
In your veins, up the nose.
Fictional, your world becomes,
Because fiction is all you know.

Shapeshifter, pegs in your holes,
You imagine delightful chorus,
Even though you are alone.
Violent, calloused and lonesome.
Without war to be calloused from.
Great Mirror, Piper, Peter, 
Could you play me a tune
Or at least leave me alone?
I favour the fear I know fighting.
Not the thunder and lightning,
You bring when you're home.

Gord

2022-06-09 01:45 pm

Vape life, they scream, into the ether inhaled.
God's favored child, prophecy in their veins,
Perfectly sculpted face, one that time changes,
Poignantly, he learns too late:
Life is always cloudy when you're vaping,
Love doesn't come find you, you chase it,
Addicts only love you when you embrace them,
Gillette will only love you if you're shaving.

Gord

2015-01-16 12:00 am

Knowing not, Sans owning,
Downloading a lot of music,
Eddy locks down the musical city,
Daniel engages the shark,
Vasquez alienates his gods.
Musical may they be,
Humble they are not.

Gord

2015-01-08 12:00 am

Transferring dope to vein,
Barely managing to get off,
Brain filled with Richard Rubbing,
Excrement being purse deserving.

Gord

2014-12-18 12:00 am

Dodging the dollar I fandangle financially,
Result is loss of respect, a market pit.
Target direct, managing not a hit.
Mockery is the result, and cannabis.
Cancel my appointments, I have appointments,
Anointment of jewel'd gold on consignment.
Appropriate for me is the wealth of a king,
Misappropriated funds of those supine,
Inappropriate funding given to those who sing.
Reality's funnel continues to decline,
Continuing to be, as its always been.

Gord

2014-10-28 12:00 am

A million stars align to begin nothing,
Can truly the best begin insulting?
A test of love becomes benign offspring.
A gentle hand caresses a face softly,
Yet with the other casts aside a spade.
Cannot the hands of god be unloving?
Those wish for pain receive cavalcade,
Thinking prayer for cake, not for absolving.
Best rhymes touted as insults,
Trying to be what they aren't: wise.
True rhymes timeless be, no beauty sulks.
No man plays games to receive a prize.

Cannot you write of greater things?
Or still is life consumed with frings?

Gord

2014-10-16 12:00 am

Poets quickly release material albums,
Teachers equate material sophism as equal:
Knowledge concrete, belief in Calvin.
Topped off dressed in a top-hat and sequins;

Gord

2014-09-05 12:00 am

I write oral histories,
Stories, opened on lies.
So everyone else a liar.
I'm not of their kind,
Though, I seem like-minded.
I seem to like it tough,
So your head and cough,
I've gotta do my job.

Gord

2014-08-21 12:00 am

I innocently sat sidelined,
While sidewinder missiles,
Blackened and filled the sky.
They saw no oversight.

Then calamity, personnel,
Call out and rome fell,
The claim don't prose well.
Well, I suppose they don't.
But I never was no poet.

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

2014-07-28 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

2014-07-23 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

2014-06-13 12:00 am

I hear them cat-calling: amateur poet;
I see that we have auteurs present.
Thank you for your enjoyment.
Please come again to show.

You all know so god damn much of artistic integrity.

Gord

2014-05-15 12:00 am

So low, I write solos. solo.
No hope, no dope, no jenkem,
To inhale into my lungs alone.
No friends to inhale with.
My redemption will be none.
Album sales will resemble past figures.
One.

Gord

2014-04-16 12:00 am

Felonious,
Like I flew through the disc.
Understood every metaphor,
In every one of his hits.
Like I stood to an applause.
Uproarious.

Gord

2014-03-18 12:00 am

Her fifth incarnation in filth, 
The first tragic Buddhavista.
The last magic singer.
The last female singer to open her mouth
and not eat since after Christina,
The first entertainer to entertain us since
the entertainment era entered the picture.
Pictures need to go back to the silent era. 

Gord

2014-03-18 12:00 am

I pause for an applause, but silence fills the room's divide;
They don't like my lines? Well I'm the new pasty wino,
I came here to expound how I... then I left the game to die;
Like the game did to me with crack cocaine,
Which it turns out I like;
You'll niggas don't even smoke crack, viper provides.