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.

Gord

2016-04-15 12:00 am

Oil as he lays his hands,
Welts as he removes,
He understands.
Feeding the toll booth to greet the man
  as he arrives naked, 
Telling him to hide his shamefulness.
He wins.

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

2016-02-02 12:00 am

The mired child, spoiled
Mildly retarded by choice.
Spends his days locked inside.
Wishing wildly of days gone by,
Punching the god of his desire,
Cursing the men of his design.
A life not spent fighting,
as it appears to the self.
Shuffled between arenas,
Destined for the cell.

Gord

2016-02-02 12:00 am

Sun shining, Days simply spend inside,
Producing music, mp3 and wav files,
Meanwhile I see my Aunt smiles,
Her son shining shoes up in a crack house.
I'm pretty sure she's looking for my 26 thou,
So i ask her in the heat of the night.
'Tell me, How does the world look so bright,
through dirty sheets and a black gown?'
She replies down.

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

2015-12-31 12:00 am

He asks why do all the good men die?
He watches her eyes as the tears well up,
and they both just cry.
Through the wristwatches he loses time,
Ignorant to buyer's market.
Ignorant to the sacred time,
To save the come ons for another line.

Gord

2015-12-08 12:00 am

Chance choirs made from wolves,
Lance fire no longer, proper,
Atlas' wait, the world evolves,
Society decays and dissolves,
Great heroes fall to the gossiper,
Sitting improper, upon gossamer.
Intelligence to fall en mass,
The spider man, revered for candor,
Perspires to fight the fault finder.

Gord

2015-11-27 12:00 am

The pale light through red eyes,
Seen together as a final sundry.
Comely mirrors reflect their lies,
An everlasting world forever lacking,
Revenge exacted, love never lasting.
Metaphorically, a life placed in plaster.

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

2015-11-11 12:00 am

Sages of the weary art. 
Common ground beef,
Butcher incompetent.
Trees at ground level,
Full stocks, metal jacket,
Content if passion bandaged.
Rambling speak, 
How does the pastor manage,
A sermon a week?
He lies to his sheep,
Tells them of black men.