Gord

2026-09-16 08:19 pm

Never wanted epigrams,
She desired darkness,
Which is what I am,
Despite the markings.

Like Fred, says to Barney,
Maybe consider less daunting,
Less aimless form of life.

But Barney desires Betty,
A new car and a pint.

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

2026-06-15 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

2026-02-28 07:43 am

Like the sun goes away, 
You should be by again, 
Instead, darkness stays,
Things change forever. 

Color is what he liked,
Now, it's black and white, 
Weddings, wallflower,
Cocaine and dice. 

Like a sun, centre sky, 
No exit stage right,
Eyes upon you, finally, 
No escape from caskets,
Or tricks to mezmerize. 

I wish I could tell you why,
Like the eyes upon you,
I can't sell you a lie, like, 
Everything is wonderful. 

You lost your mind with narcotics,
You lost your magic along with it,
Like the sun goes away,
You should be back again,
Instead, darkness stays.
Color, is what you liked,
Now, it's black or white,
No weddings, wallflower,
Mostly cocaine and dice.

Gord

2025-11-26 09:58 pm

He puts on a cap,
Face like his dads,
So they clap,
Regardless, for all he lacks,
Is what lover's want.

Please come back,
Please come back,
He begs to a darkness,
Change my path.

Away, my hands,
Take my grasp,
At the other end, nothing
Date, time stamp.

Gord

2025-09-17 06:41 am

May I judge? The chaos comes,
Under veil of doves, not weight problems. 

May I judge? Love is based on trust,
Something you know nothing of,
Like plain hard work and using gloves.

Broken promises, safe guarded,
Imitation artist with an imitation father, 
Imitated marble walls to floor,
How are those games you play at home?

May I judge? The chaos comes,
Not in the break ups, it's there all along.

Eighty dollars for a game cartridge.
May I judge? Are the games you play fun?
What about friendship, was it there all along? 
Under a veil of doves, a veil of darkness,
Changing promises, a raging monster.

Gord

2025-04-28 10:46 pm

Fire, flames upon a hoop,
I, am drawn. Eraser, 
Dissolve, dissolute.

Child's play, inside a room,
Drive talk, eyes and hearts,
Upon her arm, should she draw?

Never again can she feel loss,
I, am drawn, she says, to darkness,
Never again will she see stars,
Never again will she be wrong, 
Never again can she feel love. 

Eraser, darker hues.
Paper rips in two,
Reddish shade of blue,
Fire, flames upon a hoop.

Gord

2025-04-14 09:25 pm

Harvard comma, 
Lust for love,
Concert, opera. 

Forward, onward, 
How can you find God? 

Gotcha, gotcha. 
Heartless monsters,
Endless darkness,
Falling, forgotten.

Son, sing a sun song, 
Gone first are zombies,
Long nights, falsehoods.

Yet you sing on...
How can you see their soul? 
Stare at the son.

Love song, pub crawl.
The scuff marks stay,
People, rub off, then
Pass away.

Gord

2025-03-19 01:00 am

Blonde moribund wonders in awe,
Are you not overcome with thoughts?
Dark corners of the mind overrun,
What is more wholesome, bit parts,
Or the dishcloth wrung out?

Mob, tortoiseshell guitar, 
Small, popular orchestra.
Long, golden, charmed,
Large parts of the audience hate who you are,
Hate your politics and hate your forms.

Meet under the golden arches,
Maybe as you see the darkness, 
You'll see nobody around and see you're wrong.
Where were your brothers while you were gone?

I guess to a sorcerer, blonde, it matters not,
People treated like common wristwatches,
Only useful to you when you wind them up.

Gord

2024-11-26 07:08 am

I see yellow, blue in disbelief.
Spiritual sterility, misdeeds,
Financial instability, tricks,
Affinity for weed.

Advocate for your beliefs,
Maybe, about that, you should sing,
Not wordsmiths, suicidal tendencies,
And bowing, 
Hands and head about the strings.

Red is the color of blood,
Red is the brickwork at home,
Red is the byproduct of cones,
Red is the color of love,
Cleft lips, crushed bugs,
Insides of lungs.

Scry from that what you like,
But Toronto has a darkness, 
That should be red and white.

Gord

2024-10-28 11:23 pm

Maroon, like red in the sea, 
Darkness: blue and green.

Hardest to reach,
Harder to please,
Wanton to breathe. 
I feel like water through beans,
Merely used, to clean.

Maroon, red in the sea,
Water is actually all I see.

Refuse to leave,
Refuse to see,
Refuse to kneel.

Amateur poet, do you hear me,
What languages do you speak?

Gord

2024-09-07 10:03 pm

Stygian Blue, 
Why can I see you now?
Gibbous moon,
Obscure behind clouds,
Behind your truth,
The way you see me now,
I'm not like you. 

Suns, despite the clouds,
Light the day, give them power.

Unmoved? My son,
Watch as I consume. 
Blue dyes, blue dyads,
Subdue the fire, 
Blue dryad, bid adieu. 

You can speak in volumes,
Ultimately, like cartoons,  
True rivals speak silence.
Stygian Blue, I see darkness.

Like the way you see me now,
Like the day gives way to cancer,
Blue dyes, blue dyad, give me favour. 
Lift my nails up from the bed,
Grace my skin with pigment.

Perhaps then how, you see me now,
It's the colors you can live with.

Gord

2024-09-03 09:13 pm

Dichromatic concepts,
Gods, and Goddesses,
Blood, clotted,
The colors bother him.

Colors like blue-red, like proverbs.
Worship Brahma, trust in process,
Like an animal, acquire knowledge.

Marvel, at an impossible profit, 
Money like orange, hyperbolic,
Muscle farmhands, prophet.
You are the colors you ponder, 
You aren't young much longer,
You, are an actual darkness,
A lack of color.

Worship gospels, dungeon crawlers,
To you, a monster is a monster,
Nonsense you might make up,
Forget what murdered daughters,
Sons and brothers, like insects.

Those little boxes you invented,
Then force upon a general public.

Gord

2024-08-29 09:20 pm

Invention of wheel,
Longness of face,
Internal promise of cake.

I feel I cannot run away.

Knowledge of space,
Darkness of faith,
Invention of metal,
Weapons and trades.
External promise of capes.

Knowledge of place,
Doctrine of faith,
Darkness of brain.
Call it a day!
Harvest the slave's harvest,
Get paid!

Invention of cadmium.
Longness of days,
Internal rotten and lamed.

Gord

2024-08-27 04:25 am

I'm sorry, I fell asleep, 
Black, eyes see, I feel... 
Yellow, what can ever be?
Like a child, I dream... of,
Yellow, saffron, cream,
White outside yellow. 

Like an egg, given life,
Tell us, what should it be?
Just like rust on the beach,
Yellow, contained in white?
I'm sorry, I fell asleep...

What of the darkness?
You still sleep at night,
Despite what you speak,
Yellow, what is it you see?

I'm sorry, I fell asleep.
I cannot be there, I feel...
Yolk: mustard, garlic,
Like darkness inside me,
White on the outside,
Bizarre shades, and yellow.

Gord

2024-08-20 05:38 am

Hair falls, past shoulder,
Down halls into the hedge moss.
Rapunzel, was it tulips you wanted? 

Yellow, and the part lips?
Yellow, pears and olives, 
Yellow, stinking cartlidge.
Snow yellow upon a sill at home.
Allegro forms enforced,
Yellow, fitted sundress.

Rapunzel, was it tulips you wanted?
Is that why your closet, is a garden?

Yellow, fear of darkness,
Yellow, pears and olives,
Yellow, and their offspring,
Though yellow, sit at home,
Concerto forms enforced,
Yellow, freedom destroyed.

Yellow, what was it again you wanted?
A garden? Why not hide in the closet?
Yellow, barrelled shotguns.

Gord

2023-12-08 05:14 am

The things he knows...
Are alike a hand that speaks in failure:
 Painful flails, an esophagus.
While his mouth speaks toward disarmament, 
and victims speak of the night.

So all hail the king, his rings and his might.
 All the things that he owns,
Including the people as items, options
 and things he derides.

So swing a knife, like a sword.
 All hail the flailing arm for what it's worth, 
Including the people he knows as thoughtforms and cites.

Cayenne pepper, nose.
 A world alight.
  A world, delight.
   A wordly delight.
    A world, a light,
Circles dance in the sky, 
 darkness seen with your eyes.
Alongside carmine, red and feathers:
 prose, things they call wise

AI poetry

2022-12-07 04:31 am

The wind whispers to my skin,
It's like it speaks with every breath.
As if it has been calling out for my presence,
Waiting to see the face behind this mask.
So far it has shown nothing but disdain,
And I wonder if I have anything left to give.

In darkness I wander,
With nothing but my memories
Falling, falling, falling.
Where once I saw light now lies only gloom,
And I know that it has gone.
For those who wish for rest, I have none
Though I'd give up what I have, for one more.
But it's too much now, I can't move my hands,
I just want to sleep...
(My memory, it fades)
In the dark, with nothing to grasp,
The memories that I hold so dear
Fall away from me like they were never there.
And I feel as though I will fall into madness,
Like the very world is crumbling beneath my feet,
That everything is crashing down,
I fear I cannot stand the weight.
(I'm fading)
I just want to sleep...
(My memory, it fades)
***
I'm afraid I've gone and made a fool out of myself again,
I knew you wouldn't understand my reason,
And now you're not talking to me at all,
You see I didn't mean to let your memory fade,
It's like I was being pulled away by another force,
Something I didn't mean, something I can't control,
I don't even know why I'm still here...
I don't know why I'm still here.
I should leave this place, I know it's wrong,
I shouldn't be here in your mind,
I can't help the way that I am,
I don't know why I'm Super Mundane,
I can't stop feeling so low,
I'm afraid it's already too late.

I didn't mean to let you slip away,
But the thought of losing you just doesn't sit right,
To keep you awake and alive,
I need you here, I'm not alone,
Without you here with me I can't go on,
I don't know why I'm Super Mundane,
I don't know why I'm still here.
I didn't mean to let you slip away,
I just can't shake this feeling,
That something inside of me is broken,
I don't know why I'm Super Mundane,
I don't know why I'm still here.

This poem is an Articial Intelligence re-interpretation of "Super Mundane" by TheSoftSophist