Gord

2026-09-04 06:59 am

Meaning, less meaning,
Dreamers, dream dreamscapes. 
Day succeeds evening, 
Like nightlife succeeded. 
People, like we, 
Beings, replaced.

Storm, give way to rain, 
Beauty, like rainbows, 
Under sky you can paint.

Gord

2026-07-05 12:15 pm

Softly shifting silver sands,
Solid to liquid,
Liquid to gas.

I just felt, if you never left,
None of that comes to pass.

Cocky glibness, middle class,
Christmas to windows,
Windows to glass.

I just sat aside, never asking,
What do you say to the fairer sex?

You're everything I've ever dreamt?
Well, I find there's just none left, 
Nothing but adventures, 
And acceptance tests. 

Coffee drinking, ginger snaps,
Trauma to forgiveness,
Forgiveness until collapse.

You're everything I ever dreamt,
I'd do anything to bring you back,
Like an eye that stares ahead,
Tears roll down my face again.

I'll never be the things I lack,
I'll never change, skin like that,
Only grows with age.

Salt to water,
Water evaporates.

Gord

2026-07-04 12:09 pm

Beneath the heather,
Under her breath,
Behemoth... Never.

But demons forever:
Dreams of perfection,
Peaceful agendas, 
Deeper connections, 
Traded for equal attention. 

You always had mine forever, 
Free from aggression, 
Free from unpleasance, 
Free from pretending, 
Free happiness forever. 

That's not what you want? 
Beneath a sweater,
Under her breath,
Again, another.

So she says,
Free from justice ever,
When it comes to affection.

So she never opens up,
Free, of attendance,
Free, hand percussion,
Free, for jackals and buzzards,
Until they see something better.

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

2025-11-13 10:14 am

Dreamers dreaming dreamscapes. 
Mealless evening,
Weakened breathing,
People screaming,
The defeated, being replaced.

Cover the rear, cover the face, 
Coveted feeling, converts of race, 
Circle of fifths, dogma and faith. 

In the end, who pays? 
Cathedral ceiling, being replaced.

Gord

2025-06-17 02:28 am

Dreams, of beaten skin,
Dreams, screams again,
Sheets, pulled thin,
Skin, pulled teeth,
Satan, inject me.

I care not that the needle bends or destroys,
All I care for is frenzied high, everlasting joy.

Gord

2025-01-30 04:54 am

Dance steps, Alarms set,
Ten ten to ten to ten, 
Best friends, resume routine,
Best friends, concerts again.

Leg lift, foot stamp, deep bend,
Ten ten to ten to ten,
Ten ten to ten to ten,
Dreams about drumkits,
Twenty minutes of bliss,
Then again, sleep in my bed. 

Gord

2025-01-20 07:13 am

Gray, soot and ash,
Prospects of red,
Prophets of man, 
Say look at the back,
Confidence in space,
Dreams from the trash.

Without arms, war, without debt,
Red just looks as it is,
Never having beauty in it.

Gray, hooks and bags,
Prospects of violent ends,
Talk in the common grounds,
Say what you can,
Confidence in defence,
Dreams from the calf.

Stay aloof and fashionable,
Projects of tribal dance,
Hospitals and viral clips,
And take what you can...

E, flats, D, valves,
See, pass, be, pass, 
Even a chromatic,
Play what you can,
Eventually life passes.

Gord

2025-01-06 03:28 am

Haven't you seen the sequins?
Salsa, nude beach, bean dip,
There, now eat like you speak:
About dreams and freedoms.
Again, please...

New Year, new people,
You, everyone but me.
Time to stand in the mirror, 
Cowering in fear, staring distant.
Again, but not for me...

I see sequins about a face,
And fruit trees. My dream lives,
Not in castles distant, so far away,
She's serving coffee down the street.

Gord

2024-10-28 06:56 am

Another brick, another career,
Unending abyss and suffrage.
Red licorice and tungsten,
Tongue intolerant to suffering
 Another controversial film.

Tongue in awe of everything,
A person's skin, drugs, and shit, 
A couple of drinks, anything.

From the corrupted, crimson,
Flutter of bird wings, doves,
Miracles and gifts,
Not subversive intents.

Percussion until,
Succussion, until,
Sloven, summons me.

If you want proverbs I will,
Certain colors are green,
And some never will be.

Another person's dreams, 
Shouldn't matter to a murderer, 
But what for do you kill,
Stab and maim?

Gord

2024-09-20 09:01 pm

Have dreams,
That's how you achieve them,
Not bat ears and canned heat.

Billy Bragg says 'freedom is' ,
But whiskey is softer on ears,
Randy Blythe pushes people,
Carried off as he prescribes.

Chlorine, yonder, sapphire dyes,
In your heart you can see their eyes,
You never fully extinguish a life. 

Murderer, she says, most immodest,
Mostly chlorine water in response,
Yonder, the noble's calling,
It turned her to stone on the inside.
To me, like sapphire and diamonds.

To her, being pushed from a stage,
Down past concrete, into a grave. 
Into the maze, blue, into the grey. 
Now you are mine forever.

Gord

2024-09-10 07:52 am

Blue is to conquer, 
Blue is too cartoon, 
Complex creature,
Friend stealer. 

Objects over people. 
Blue, bottled vodka. 
 
Blue, she says is awkward. 
She says, blue, pass the aux,
Never even noticed I was gone.
Never saw the blue within her.

Blue boxes, blue water. 
Blue, recycled concepts.
Blue is to conquer,
Like blue is to want,
Dream and wander.

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

2024-08-22 09:11 pm

Tastes of bitterness, Yellow.
Tempered sweetness, Yellow,
Bleeding colors would shroud it,
Keep them in jars in my bedroom.

Beyond every turn, gentle dreamers,
Be not astounded, my equal,
Yellow inspires better people.

But who inspires me? Fourth?
Weapons, either people or god.

How long does this rope reach?
Pull my long leash, teach me of art.

Pleasure seekers, teach me of bars,
Present evils, second reasons to want.

Granola and oats, less to the fawn.
Helpless creature, apparent reason,
Lemon squeezers reached the top. 
In each hand they grab your heart,
Tastes of bitterness, Yellow,
Tempered sweetness, Yellow,
Bleeding yellow, they squeeze every drop,
Bottle you up, put yellow in a jar.

Gord

2024-06-28 06:38 pm

In Her Dreams

Everyday she grew more cynical,
Forewarned in the way he spoke.
'What makes trees grow?
Speaking indignantly?
Lazy, form english is what bees know.
Maybe there is more, maybe not.
Leaves, and lace upon her form,
Leers and mistakes on a forum,
Leaves and paces about a home.
Lady Clare, is this what you wish for?

Mais oui, upon meeting, she says,
but may we not once she sees him again.
She begs, making peace, but, maybe not.
What is under the stars, outside of the bar,
Yet above us all? In her mind, her.
But, actually, God. 
And he sees her like I see her:
Alone by herself, just of her mom.

Lo, girl, grate your feet, arms to nothing,
Cognizant, you can see what's coming.
So, use a word to cut deeper, I mean, 
Maybe there is more, maybe not...
Say please, and release the lions...
If a cognate speaks of alm, as always,
Bet a fool falls, autumn again, as always,
Winter follows.

Bees, on their belly, in a playful sense.
Wallows about woods and streams.
Striped appearance, demeanor, feelings,
He exits the scene with grace and dignity.
Asking the same, but bees scream, race,
As always, it's just the way things be.

Swallow a mouth full of eggs, and honey,
Forward, fundamentally things are different.
Not just you and me, for everyone that sees us.
The courts just take up space, mostly useless,
And friends never show up to court you, bee,
They treat you differently.

You are less than me, because you are less than nothing,
She says, and places her hands to the sun.
Youth burning away at her bloodied stumps,
Speaking in fear of a beast that runs, jumps,
Eating the bunnies she dreams about...

Mary Steffen

2024-01-02 06:05 am

World of chocolate
Many dreams
Love 

Gord

2023-11-16 04:57 am

What was I to be?
A hive of bees? I see.
Time; clouds.
Sky; crowns.
Cries, foul: "I'm tied down."
She said as I vied for relief.
Time, dreams,
Lies, deceit,
"I'm drowning". Pleas,
Screams of an ice house,
Before it lies in the deep.
Now...
What am I to be?
Composer of songs,
Giver of feelings?

What is high to a beast?
Fire, disease. What is mine.
Like piles at the keep,
Rivals final meetings,
Some spend life on things.
I, much like a beast,
Divide things in half, 
Decide, with a hand, rights to be.

So, What was I to be?
Probably nothing.
Feeding my cows, starving,
Alike to the sea.
Some sing in the choir,
Some sit in the seats.
Some write, despite reason,
Until, like an ice house,
They find reasons to leave.

Gord

2023-10-04 04:58 am

They say, love is fair,
But then, what for free?
Birds and bees, they explain,
Saying mostly ends,
Giving little means.
A friend, dear, a branch, tree.
When they speak they talk of weight,
Everything they feel.

Then they say, live laissez-faire,
Paint the walls of red and greens,
They hope you speak their language.
Incentives and dreams, hopes of things.
But what divides boxes and squares,
Fishes and streams, them and me?
Is it a line or the right to be?

Speak freely, breathe freely,
Easy, people say it should be,
From a mouth that releases,
Full of pleased flesh and teeth.
But if they had one wish left, 
It would be for me to never be.

Well, that's sweet.

But I know what that means, 
Go ahead, feel your feelings.
Just know, there is no you and me.