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.
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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
2016-12-20 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.
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.
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