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
2026-09-09 02:11 pm
Sometimes, I feel alone, Like water over stones, Though as the river runs, Eventually, I'll find more. Like the ocean borders, Welcome with open doors, Like you and I, of course, No need for Trojan horses. Then, no need for anything more.
Gord
2026-09-08 01:27 pm
As is with religions, There are no victims, Or so I'm saying. And I bare forgiveness, For I love you more, With every wrinkle, As is with wisdom.
Gord
2026-09-05 04:34 am
It's just a time of day, Like set, to a break, There is no comparing, It's like a set to a play.
Gord
2026-09-04 07:20 pm
Forgive me, For being weak at times, For really having fights, I know, it's not right, But I'll own what is mine. Believe me, Scream, cry, But stay entwined, We still have time. And I'll believe in you, Like god believes in christ.
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
2026-08-26 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
2026-08-25 12:58 am
When will I recover? Never. Sunrise, purple, Orange, yellow. Flying colours, I give up. Inside my person, I've discovered, Lies destruction.
Gord
2026-08-14 01:43 pm
Like my fingers, cutting off, Five to three, three to two, Why do we need you? Just evolve, Like we do, and Neanderthals.
Gord
2026-08-11 04:41 am
I wish I could just kill the truth, Silver over tongue, under roof, Into the groove, into the wound, Alchohol of distant, citrus fruits. Oh, and I still love you, But that too, turns to abuse, Then silence fills a room. What have I been up to? I wish I could tell you the truth, Simple over tongue, under roof, I still love you, but I'm one of two, Easier said than lived through.
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
2026-07-27 01:51 pm
Fuck me, then hold me tight, Trust, as in the form of twine, Money, in the former tides. Naked, in my clothes of pride, Closed an eyelid, time passes, I feel I'm running out of line, How can i tell you I am dying? Nothing gives me solace, Honey, as in for the flies, Envy, in the form of desire, Already in the poem writer, Nothing leads sorrowful eyes.
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
2026-07-05 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
2026-06-18 03:27 pm
Never look a fish hook in the mouth, And never have any doubt, I'm fighting my way back home. But, Like radiative waves, I'm mostly out... And I'll never own a house. And I'll never have a spouse, And I'll never upturn her frown. Like oceanic waves, I'll mostly drown, And I'll never bank on being saved. And I'll never look at a fish hook another way, Like the metal corrodes my face, I slowly resolve and stay, And as it pulls me under, I'll let it take me away.
Gord
2026-06-08 04:12 pm
Vodka, Tonic, Fond of garlic, Unaccomplished. Are you talking? I'm fond of off switch and no, I wasn't watching. I was fawned, checking boxes. I was more interested in women, dawg. Not modern artists, or marvel comics, I was more interested in guitar, Not ingesting substance or getting off. Are you listening? I am fond of cognac, Long, in tonic water. and no, she didn't want me, But I never wanted her either. Like the stomach, or the liver, Long to vomit... I have concern with what's inside, Not consequences.
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.
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