Gord

2026-09-29 09:11 pm

I saw through the night,
My eyes, always on you,
Instead of the knife.

Wings, wild across the white,
Heart still filled with horror,
So, on and on - and out of sight.

Naivety, leads to fighting,
Like pencil leads to writing.
Wings, used to fly,
Like fathers are to leaving,
No need to try.

Gord

2026-08-31 05:52 pm

Different roads, difficult war,
Torn apart by digital swords.
Drinking alone, 
Along to William Burroughs,
Distance from home, 
Infinite, growing.

Gord

2026-08-04 12:56 pm

I don't mind the double standard,
It doesn't matter.
Like of earth, and other planets.

Are alternative angles an answer? 
When upon a bed,
And under blankets, 
Otherwise, it doesn't matter.

It's like the farther one travels,
You become more of an animal,
Like foxes, wolves or badgers,
Eating bugs if you have to.

Migration, and other issues,
I don't mind the double standards,
It's more about comedy to a fool.
Like sex is to faggots.

Gord

2026-07-28 01:02 pm

It's not about loneliness,
I have partners to boast,
It's not about holy text,
I have no offer of hope.

It's not a state of the world,
It's the people, you know?
Corresponding with Rome,
They are taking us over,
I have no offer of hope.

And it's not about race or homelessness,
It's not about great sorcerers,
You see on screen at a show,
It's about weakness of soul.

It's about what you're willing to do,
To offer them hope.

Gord

2026-07-14 03:06 am

It's not the language they speak,
It's that they speak my language,
And they can pass grammar tests,
Better than me.
So, c'est la vie,
To everything...

Is that seriously your position?
Egyptians watch people from the sea.
Until the waves are overwhelming,
Like you, they will be, at best, relief.

It's not an answer to everything,
It's that you walk down the street,
Then talk to people.

Instead of becoming antisocial,
Cherry picking animal bones,
And little use for any more.

It's not semantic, or colloquial.

Gord

2026-07-09 06:12 am

Lingua adversaria,
Suovetaurilia,
Mad, hysteria, 
and dependence.

Antagonistic language, 
And fashioned to black,
Hand Gallops, 
Depression.

Can an abstract inform the mass?
Impress upon me, Earth.
Like clay to ash. 

Like, in darkness,
Light upon a mass. 

Gord

2026-06-30 05:35 pm

Carefree, on hemp seed,
A puzzle, along with hep C,
Treated like edge pieces,
Touched first, then only seen.

26 ounces to freedom,
Buried under flowery teachers,
Empty encounters, and fools either.

Cartoonish freedom,
Act II, Scene I, Julius Caesar,
You learn through teamwork,
To hate what you love,
To harm your equals.

What, beyond commerce, makes poorer people?
Judgement in the form of evil,
Husbandry, broken femurs,
Leaders, in court of reason.

And probably threesomes too.
But when Gordon hears a who,
I never leave a room,
In fact, I totally approve.,
Like I was told a deeper truth.

Gord

2026-06-30 05:49 am

Grumble, mumble, crunch.
A stubborn muscle,
Says one brain,
One to the other.

In a world of abundance,
I chose cannabis subculture,
Not getting high, 
Just shut the fuck up,
And go away. 

Younger brother lost,
I guess in a world full of lexicon,
You never expect a clown like me
To insult and beg them on.

In a world full of choices,
I always chose but one.

I would never again lose something,
That means so much.

I love you, despite being gone.
I love you, despite weak response, 
Despite my still beating heart,
Like my blood had been robbed.

In a world full of choices,
I always choose but one.
I would never lose again something,
That means so much.

Gord

2026-06-22 09:34 pm

Table between bonds, 
Prayer shawl across the arms,
I think you've nodded off...

So upstairs and criss-cross,
Stress balls, stretch marks,
Leading to ex marks.

I wish things weren't the way they are,
You and I could finish what we started,
But everything is decided by economics,
Including the birth of a daughter,
And the laughter that comes along with it.

Fables between health bars,
Self, like her chess clock,
Untouched between punches.

I wish things weren't the way they are,
You and I had finished what we started,
Two people who never fell apart,
Including the birth of a daughter,
And the laughter that comes along with it.

Gord

2026-06-18 06:11 pm

Where did the first seed grow?
Plus, who owns it?
Monsanto needs to know... for the lawsuit, 
Above the Earth, also below,
Orchards grow.

What you reap is what you sow, 
But, who owns it?
You, or someone you don't know?
Whose wish is to have your wish,
And everything else you covet.

Orchard, apples never fall far from,
So, they know where to find you,
And everything else you love...

Orchard, to the Italian restaurant
Sold to you at whatever cost, 
Like internet does to things you love,
Nostalgia wears off like a bitter rust.

Orchard, what have we done?
Orchard, where have you gone?
Orchards, and we moved on,
Into the distance, back to god.

What you reap is what you sow,
But, who owns it? 
Like Cleopatra said to Rome:
Above the Earth, so below.
Above them both, Orchards grow.

Gord

2026-06-18 03:06 pm

I never wanted in your crowd of clowns,
White facing, red around the mouth.
Red upon the head,
Laughed at by the town.

It's either powder now, or power down.
Also guys to date,
Hands to guide her down,
Lyrics about Rape, and cries fowl.

I never wanted to be a mouthpiece,
Or spit on by a coward.
Cheered on by the crowd,
Toward a violent outcome. 

Injection of faith, 
Truth, silent about H, 
Without the vowel sounds,
Expressing your rage.

I never wanted to look the same,
Jacked up retard dancing on stage,
Also guys to shame,
Amelia Earheart is on the way.

Gord

2026-06-15 03:08 pm

Upon the scale, weight,
Upon frets a finger lays,
A box of steaks,
A lot of range,
A lot of slaps across the face.

Upon the face, the brain,
Comfort: Darkness. Not just gray.
Not just shame,
Not just rage,
Not just hop up on a train,
Stardust trails along the way.

Upon the Earth, fate, 
Upon desertion, fingers shake,
Heavy upon the face and brain.
Not just weight,
Not just shame.
Knots, the stomach and fingers make.

I guess I changed,
Not the same as we played,
And it's not just the weight,
Inside I'm white and sage,
Like an apartheid state.

Gord

2026-06-08 04:12 pm

Vodka, Tonic,
Fond of garlic, 
Unaccomplished.

Are you talking?
I'm fond of off switch
and no, I wasn't watching.
I was fawned, checking boxes.

I was more interested in women, dawg.
Not modern artists, or marvel comics,
I was more interested in guitar,
Not ingesting substance or getting off.

Are you listening?
I am fond of cognac,
Long, in tonic water.
and no, she didn't want me,
But I never wanted her either.

Like the stomach, or the liver,
Long to vomit...
I have concern with what's inside,
Not consequences.

Gord

2026-06-05 06:01 pm

In the nicest possible way,
I say to you: It's just a cape.
It's part of a play, 
I can't make things magic again...

Injected into blood: theatrics.
Addiction upon the face,
She paces the room,
Tolerance and waiting, 
When does the show begin?
When will the feeling stay?

In the nicest possible way,
I say to you: It's just a cape,
It's part of a play, 
It doesn't make things magic again.

Gord

2026-05-26 03:17 pm

What matters most, when writing a book?
Followers, forewards, then crying a wolf.
What flatters most, when writing a note?
What do you think? Yes, maybe, or no?

But what matters most?
Peace between war? People you know?
You're not beyond greed of the sword,
But you're beyond breathing of smoke...

I really feel sorry, and fear on reproach,
It's not the party, and people, you know?
It's that we hardly ever spoke,
I feel closer to death than a dreamboat.

But, you're beyond breathing of smoke,
I really feel sorry, for fire upon the roof.
You're not beyond greed of the sword, 
But you're beyond letting me know.

So, this is how it goes...

What matters most, when writing a book?
Survival, reprisals, the life that was took.
Who chatters most, with somber looks?
Violent rioters, petty drunks, 
Armed with popular science.
He said different horizons, 
Dressed in the same wools.

Gord

2026-05-06 02:51 pm

In my arms, your arms,
You talk, then I talk, 
But that life is long gone.

For a list of things you are:
Love of fine art, Love of my arms, 
Love for my mom,
Love, from wild mobs,
Hate for me deep in your heart.

Does that, to you, seem honest?
Pleas, bargains,
Over t-shirts, waterbottles,
Street artist and colleagues, 
In trap houses on Mary.

Does that, to you, seem honest?
They sleep under pizza boxes,
Can never play in concert.

For a list of things you are:
Nothing like you were, 
Nothing in your arms,
Nothing for the club,
Nothing from your heart.

Gord

2026-05-01 01:27 pm

Full and clear:
What should I have been?
I hear the rage of a starter pistol.

Good acting, Looksmaxxing, 
Should practice. Looking back
I just didn't have it in me.

Full and clear, 
What should I have done?
I fear the stage of starting interest.

Good learner, misunderstood, 
Bits of salmon under lemon curd,
A bit too sweet to handle her.

Full and clear, I could have been, 
And still could be, still could live,
But I hear you far surpassed me,
Too good for coming last place.

Rather, you practice trot and gate,
Failing that you simply walk away,
Down the hill, then left on blake.

Gord

2026-04-18 08:52 pm

Dry fog, fight songs, 
In my arms, your arms,
You talk, then I talk, 
But that life is long gone, 
A dry cough on a live vlog.

What was it I lost?
The right to be what I was?
The fight to be what I'm not?

From my thoughts: Fuck off.
For a list of things you are:
Love of fine art, Love of my arms, 
Love for my mom,
Love, from wild mobs,
Hate for me deep in your heart.

Does that, to you, seem honest?
Pleas, bargains,
Over t-shirts, waterbottles,
Street artist and colleagues, 
Live in trap houses on Mary St.

Does that, to you, seem honest?
They sleep under pizza boxes,
Drunks, who can never play in concert, 
What was it I lost again?
The right to be what I was?
To fight to live and die on a cross,
Live life on a cot?

Instead, I'll climb the hill to the top.