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.
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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
2026-06-18 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
2026-05-06 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.
Gord
2026-04-16 10:41 am
Love from the art class... Is everything the same, Or have you changed perhaps? If my tomorrow never came, Am I still just some faggot, That never had your respect? We both know front to back, When it comes to class, but What about our crossed paths? Does it matter, about the facts? Whether I fell to able hands, You would rather write about it, You already decided, so sing that, And when you finally do get to it, You shove it up your ass. Love, from the bottom of my heart, They never taught you art in class, And you never learnt good taste, Is everything the same? No... I would say you changed, perhaps, But you never had any fuckin class. And, that comes from me... Love, from the art class, All the way to the current of my heart: Things have changed, It's better you stay hard, man, A wave from across the bar. Far away, like your honest thoughts.
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
2025-05-22 06:34 am
Ire in my heart. Desire for port, Designer clothes. Firesales, shots, Desire for more, Righteous cause, Inside jokes. Cannot you stand on half the world? Tiger mom, time forgotten, Trials of law, wires crossed. And here I am still lion hearted
Gord
2025-04-30 06:27 am
My heart is half paper. Myopia, Alexander? Again? Class hatred, suicide bombings, General proverb, maximized profits, Modified starches. My hope is black maple, My old house on the hill, Breath. My hope, Alexander? Cleopatra answers, I hope I get to live.
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
2025-02-25 04:33 am
Oxford Comma, Are we not enslaved for silver? Gord, in armor: ensemble drama. Modern artist, face the mirror, Closet, drama, nobody behind him. When I talk you hear yadda yadda, Ageless, fearless, I can carry on. It's talk you heard in a bar, It's what you saw from a car, Nothing really to talk about. Just fawns freezing in the dark, It is what it is, you are who you are.
Gord
2025-02-04 06:35 am
Words of caution, Gourds in autumn, Fears be gone in her, A plate summed full. Squash in the soil, Seeds in the garden, Water on her arms, Written over blood. Gambling problem, Lust, as if scarlet, Just as I write it: Clubs, spades, diamonds. A heart divines it, A world divides it, Time becomes distance, A bicycle by the bridge.
Gord
2024-12-27 06:59 am
Street drugs, steel drums, Words of the screen dumped, String fuzz. Dum de Dum Dum, Needs of people, needs of leaders, Needs of few, needs of one. Dum de Dum Dum, Steel drum, street drugs, Ideologies, belief succumb, Jesus died hearing Dum de Dum Dum. Answer the phone, I need love, Answer the phone, obscene words, Absence of hope, the ringing stops, But, after a war, It never does, Forever and ever, it goes on and on.
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
2024-10-21 09:30 pm
Chestnut, voices, Gone are the old days, Better choices, Monochrome planes. Upon canvas the mind paints, Scarlet the shade, Far from water and rain. Gone are the old days, Fire took the farm. Childhood sweethearts, I could be wrong, But fire looks good, to us all, When it's on a smaller scale, But on canvas or stage, Fire, has no proper place. Soon you'll see, things gone away, I could be wrong, fire looks good, When upon a crown and on a face. Maybe one day you'll see these things, Not the sullen, lonely greys.
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