Gord

2026-08-26 03:58 pm

Vast, like oceans, 
Endless, like addictions to opiates.

Nobody cares where you're going,
Past, child soldier,
Nobody cares where you're going,
Feather across the face,
Then under the eyes.

The night is dark,
Sun fills the sky.

Gord

2026-08-26 03:23 pm

Nary, another winter,
Empty, heavy sweater,
Brother, mother, 
Very insistent,
Very defensive.

Terminals are to monitors,
Persons are to windows,
Like words are from doctors,
Termites, are to monsters.

Gord

2026-08-20 12:52 pm

Time doesn't exist, 
Like carbon paper,
Beneath me,
Impression.

Life isn't about solid phases,
Matter has three states,
Like a person has faces.

Knife, plunge into my skin,
You planned to cut me,
But, what about yourself?
You're beneath me.

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

2026-08-03 07:29 pm

Why is it, that time created distance, 
And why from persistence, this time,
Came great suffering, and pestilence.

Given tongue, and often structure,
In return: local, but of foreign work, 
Until laughter, then giving up.

Why is it, that you have so much?
And share little with anyone else.
Why is it, that you hate so much?
And have love for only yourself...

Given love, and given supper,
And little of anything else.
Envy itself, has deadly effect,
And little of anything else.

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

2026-07-21 07:28 pm

Whiter upon the mirror face,
While rubbed upon, bitter taste,
Why, are you so irritated?
You will never see them as I see them,
Dull, sullen and grey.

Wool, spun into braid.
What else should I say?
I envy everything you have,
Even if you gave it away.

Writer, upon feeling erase,
Like graphite filled veins,
I have everything to give,
And I can give it away.

White, upon the fearing caste,
While rubbed upon, bitter taste,
Why? The fear of being placated,
Like rubber farms treat waste.

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

2026-06-30 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

2026-06-05 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

2026-06-04 10:00 pm

Little bug:
Little pigs, Little frogs, Little slug.
Finger work beneath civil tongue:
Fish supper, friction with drums.

A little brother, too big for hugs,
A little bit of dust, bits of rough:
Personality, but's and cynical plots,
Digital work beneath a given tongue.

What would you say to me honestly?
That you wish I was crushed?
Well, I'm not.
I lived never thinking of you much.

Where is your response?
Little love for little bugs, 
Simple things, inner calm, bigger cause...
More concern for grudges,
Than writing another song.

Give a little time, you give it up...
A little pain, a little age, little fun:
Singing about doors that are shut,
Invisible cuts that the makeup covers,
For a while, until the stage goes dark,
Then begins your performance,
Entertainment to little bugs.

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

2026-05-20 12:14 pm

Eager Beaver, 
Demon cleavage,
Eastern religion,
Feeder, eater.

Wheeler dealer, 
Peter Seeger, 
Body of Jesus,
Equal treatment.

Lost, in fields of reefer,
And happier people.

Gord

2026-04-30 09:47 am

Round mouth shouts,
War cry, smoke to sky,
Really? I'm quite surprised,
You changed with the times,
Now, you find the fight?

You are cold, white, 
Like an old jazz style, 
How do you stay warm at night?

I am bound down: stakes, ropes, ties...
Beneath the giant lies. 
A man with giant lies about him,
A giant in a human size.

I am found down, shivering upon the tiles,
Beneath the skin a person lies,
A man with giant lies about him,
As a spider consumes the flies,
Pious continual, polite about it.

Does that make it right?
Well, let me fly around a bit,
And with delight I get to live again.

Gord

2026-04-01 09:22 pm

What matters most,
When paddling boats?
Loneliness,
A partner to boast.

What matters most, 
When seeing a coast?
Hopelessness,
Nowhere to go home.

Eternity, being alone,
Mercury, being exposed,
Attorney, being ignored,
Even in war, theatrics unfold, 
Even when seeking reform.

Gord

2025-11-20 07:25 pm

Best dressed, twelve steps,
Yes, Yes... I hear you again.

All spells in the end cast death:
Glass tears the flesh,
Mirror bears the self.

Upon an iris fairer sex,
Fake friend, fake friends,
Upon a whitened feather bed.

What next?
All the white dissolves to red.

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.