Gord

2026-08-31 01:46 pm

Tonight, tonight,
Through windows, the sky,
Gimme, gimme,
The other songs I like.

Say say say, 
Bye bye bye, 
Turning points,
Within my life, 
Whatever music,
Is in the air tonight.

Gord

2026-08-12 04:33 pm

You wept: I have no nerve left,
Well, you keep that to yourself,
Like you're harbouring dead.

A friend must bear until the end,
I hate you, everything you have,
And you can't just fuck me,
But you'll stand beside me,
That's why we're just friends.

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

2026-06-30 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

2026-06-18 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

2026-05-06 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

2026-04-18 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.

Gord

2025-06-26 01:01 pm

I don't know what came over me,
I don't know what came over me,
Male poetry, waves crash over me.

French toast, crepes: florentine,
That from which war proceeds, 
Sweetness of orange peels,
I call home.

I don't know what came over me,
I long most for social peace,
Mercy from the volant beings,
Open fields into forest greens.

Great poet, greater potency:
Hate poetry explained vocally,
Bay cordial, bowl smoker,
Gay gordon, flamethrower.

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

2024-11-12 06:54 am

Green, along patio frames, 
Garnet sees it as home,
Blue sees it as being alone, 
Raspberries, being absorbed. 

Pierre to Marie,
Canoes, or ferry? 
Whatever floats. 

But blue upon blue? 
I had higher hopes,
Like you were alchemy in war.

Gord

2024-10-30 11:58 pm

Red coral, white bands, 
Windmill motions, 
Arms moving forward,
If you get in the way, 
I'm waiting for you.
Healing potions in both my hands.

Pink coral, line graph,
One day the ocean...
For now, whatever passes. 

Yakub like arrangements, 
Only I divide you in half,
Led Zeppelin she says,
Is her favourite band.

But she loves Taylor swift and Robert Plant.

Red coral, white bands,
White flags, white magic.

Let go of my hand, she says,
She needs a wise man,
Not one coveting red.

You'll get in the way, 
I'm moving forward, 
Text messages sent.

White Coral, White mask,
While to dress, only black.

And all the red is gone, I guess...

Gord

2024-10-17 07:11 am

What do all men have in common? 
Red, rattling armor,
Ass and breasts in their dogma, 
Actions in concert.

I suppose it's my problem...
Like cinnabar bath water,
and fear of god.

What do all red have in common?
Whatever shade, inside they want. 
Blue reflects poorly upon, 
Such asks their goddess.

Chris Adler stamps his feet,
Sick, he begs for his bottles,
I suppose it's Travis Barker's problem...

Gord

2024-09-02 09:22 pm

Narrow perceptions,
Narrow affections,
Despite prayers, attention,
Yellow shell for protection.

State your objections,
Friends for protection. 
But in your profession, 
You need a director,
For help, or whatever, 
For the show you live in.

And they have their agenda,
Sex, successors, buzz levels,
Namely, making you famous. 

Yet, if you know contentment,
Can you ask god, 
Inside somewhere, is there yellow?
I feel life swallowed me whole,
Until I crack, cry and bellow,
Like whales beneath the waves.

Gord

2023-10-30 05:49 am

Stares across the sheet of ice...
Ningen, it lives! My fear subsides,
Human eyes, inhuman smile,
alive... it's alive!

A light, like a flight, is a trial...
Neat circles and straight lines!
Figures, like a flight, need a pilot,
Skies above have no time or pride.
A night, like an iron spike, island,
Eye's iris, thick thighs or curtness,
Always keep a place and purpose.
Unlike the Ningen, which flies...

Just hopes to last another lifetime, 
Like longing stares into a glass of rye,
Fish in the ocean or the turning tide.
What falls from the sky? What god divines?
What god provides? What father decided?
Despite what he tries, like a Ningen child,
Like looks across tables at what he despised.

Like a fucking guy who likes to get fucking high,
Although he decides, he decides, he decides...
His mind often trailed nonsense, then he cried,
Like a little baby, Ningen child that he hated inside.

Gord

2022-08-02 07:17 am

Woof, they say,
Speech inhumane,
They study what they hate,
Play games with racists.
Beasts, in with the snails:
Dharma talks,
From a far off mosque.
Set those dogs apart,
Even if the numbers great.
They don't want to talk,
Just bark, bark, bark.
The dogs that they are.

Soulwolf31

2021-07-27 11:38 pm

As she floated through the air
She looked down on all she loved as if she didnt have a care
Death betrayal and pain
All emotions that drove her insane
Her legacy she wants to instill in all to be better than most
Now she is her own worse ghost
You see she always did the opposite of all she said
To her but not most her most valued  accomplishment  is that she is dead
She was jugde by all as she tried to stand her grounds and be true to the morals she set
As there stare grew bolder and there words direct and hateful she felt death was her only bet
So she closed her eyes took the blade and stabbed herself in the chest
Praying that god knew her heart best
As the blood oozes from her white shirt all she feel is relief 
And now that shes gone she leaves thoses she loved with her beliefs
Everyday she graced this earth with her present she was haunted by her memories that was drowing her in a sea of tear
Her biggest regret is not that she lived but that she lived her life in fear 
As her body was lifed to the ceiling the darkness that once ironically consumesd her was replace with a light
And as she moved closer to the light it became so bright
There was a voice that she had heard many times beore
Telling her this wasn't the end and choose the other door
She heard the message loud and clear and vowed to do right 
And even on her darkest day she remain true to the light 
Because on that faithful day she died she really literary died however was born again
Not to live a life of hell but to do her best and at the end of her road know that when darkness and despair set in  she will always win

Knoble Kaller

2021-02-05 02:00 am

They met like the first time rainbow met sun shower, wave met sandy seashore, and heart met Cupid’s arrow. They laughed like the first time green eyes gazed brown, sunup chased sundown, and chuckles met deep frown. They learned about foreign subjects on local soil, shared time in familiar toil, and explored how their lives could coil. They wondered how we two could meet and find their feet and live to eat and rinse repeat and begin again and keep the peace for family sake.

She touched my heart with smile on face depositing hope of our loves deep embrace. Unlocking a gate of emotions oppressed from that bygone time cloaked in cynicism and hate. She used her power applied her grace revealing a world where nothing waits and the weak grow strong those loved and displaced. Then together we pledged to always be true to all that matters to me and to you and to guard this ethereal space. 

Innasense

2020-09-25 08:01 am

Throw back the covers on 
the incessant redundancy 
of another day. 
Putting in time for a world 
we no longer believe in, 
if ever we truly did. 
...Them rose-tinted glasses 
were long-ago shattered...
Our dedication repaid 
With more stolen hours 

Coming home with less time 
To spend with ourselves, 
Or perhaps those we purposely 
surround ourselves with, 
Than we’ll spend talking to ceiling tiles 
in the dark later on. 
Droning away the limited hours, 
The constant pull of a thumb , 
—Refreshing—
Giving our ❤️s away 
In an opinionated match game 

Finger-fucking ourselves to sleep 
Just to say we felt alive 
Before succumbing to darkness 
With a see-you-later sayonara 
Whispered into black, 
Just like the onyx air pixels 
we’ll be counting later 
to lure heavy eyelids 
back into a much-too-finite slumber 
...Or maybe the fluffy white bastards 
will do the trick 
Whatever helps you sleep at night...

Next day, the inbox the same, 
Full of spam mail we unsubscribed to 
ages ago 
That somehow keeps rearing ugly heads, hydra-like 
with a pretty new name every time, 
to keep us believing in the possibility 
that this particular lovesick prince
will be our salvation. 
DELETE to clear our foggy heads 
While trying to remember 
which ones are the liars. 
The mirage keeps on shifting. 

Repeat, repeat, 
World keeps on turning, 
pulling us along, 
A child’s toy on a string. 

But what if, for a moment, 
We turn away from from the 
unending axial spins, 
Sidestep the scythe again, 
seek out the sunrise...
Find the beauty brave souls! 
Crack open that Earth-shaped geode and search out the wild world within 

And you know what...
Go buy you a new pair 
of those pretty pink shades