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.

Gord

2016-01-18 12:00 am

Ever could I see the sun again, 
I would follow the sunset forever,
Galloping on white horse in vain.
Perhaps no trial is worth such fervor,
Even if it passes as entertainment.

Gord

2015-11-19 12:00 am

Is this love, Alexander?
Promptly Cleopatra answers,
Dancers kicks, and spins,
Treat the story like a stage,
Improperly tuned for appraisal.
Alas I spend my days,
Fighting weary foes in cages.
My half heart being only paper,
Protected death in glass case.
Lament for my love continued,
Contained in a brass vase.

Gord

2015-10-08 12:00 am

Define judgement,
Divine slum merit, 
Result of poor parenting,
Hope and feeling meeting.
Peeling through the street,
Flinging concrete.
Feeling part fling,
Part credo.
Eating a hamburger,
Diamond studded from a window. 

Gord

2015-10-06 12:00 am

College commerce. 
Forever a future doomed, 
Earth despondent.
Mars despondent.
Man despondent.
Sun shining onward.

Gord

2015-09-22 12:00 am

Words are my slave ship
Letters upon which they charter.
I freebase pure knowledge,
Elated: I inject real homage,
These poems resemble classic Art,
Stumbling upon a picture,
Requesting passage home. 

Gord

2015-07-22 12:00 am

The drunk denies,
Trunk lies emptied;
Whole lives gone ashtray,
Until God led astray;
Upon a broken branch,
Dangling over Hades.
Calm as the sea,
She walks the tightrope.
God decides not popes,
Nor who is to be.

Gord

2015-02-25 12:00 am

Gold dinar seemingly portrayed free,
Creased jeans denote not experience,
Nor worn strings of the old guitar.
Popular opinion seems to be,
Gold crowns hold some sentience,
Power, However is only an art;
Movement of heart is truly living,
Prudent hopefuls, human beings,
Students convalesce upon the sea,
Trading complacence for femininity;

Gord

2015-01-28 12:00 am

Part the hanging gardens,
All found there is song,
Dogs, frauds and Sean John.

Apart from obvious tone,
Birds clamor to sing along.
Screaming from bottom o'lung.

Risks taken, Praying prone.
Laying open with only hope.
Hopefully a prayer is answered,
Pampered enough to count to atone.

Gord

2015-01-19 12:00 am

Dancers one day may not dance,
Pain upon contact with lands,
Success but a dumb chance.
Impressed with numb hands,
Stumps ambling upon a man,
Attempting to please the master,
Intent cast upon the sand.
The glass woman shatters.

Gord

2015-01-16 12:00 am

Seeking refreshment,
Dire wolves present,
Ready to gnaw.
Gnu society is buried along.
String pulled taught,
Ropes around throats,
Strings play onward,
Despite what they're taught.
An uproar of laughter occurs,
Society of horse-eaters,
glue-makers, wearing fresh wigs.
Pigs remaining adorned in powder,
Guns pointed, son anointed, 
Appointed afterward as God,
Society of brow-beaters,
As if word meant nothing either,
Society of Shakespearean clods.

Gord

2014-11-27 12:00 am

Yesterdays yes-men yearning,
Yet the world still turning,
Why is it that the wood burns?
The will of the dead be turned.
Then thus they thrive thinly.

Gord

2014-08-26 12:00 am

Let god know I denounced.
Have it be first word of mouth.
So his command can cast doubt,
Provide shelter, sans house.

Let angels know I pray ascension,
Prithee be the small good remaining,
Ironically the faith of god wains,
His couch no longer provides training,
Only a paper trail of patronizing.