Gord
2026-09-16 08:19 pm
Never wanted epigrams, She desired darkness, Which is what I am, Despite the markings. Like Fred, says to Barney, Maybe consider less daunting, Less aimless form of life. But Barney desires Betty, A new car and a pint.
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Gord
2026-09-08 05:21 pm
I love you, There are no other words, Like gold and silver, Shine in the distance, Water finds less resistance. Eyes of blue, There are no other girls, I am in love with you, There are no other words. In awe when you visit, I'm thinking of home, children, And you every minute. There are no other words, So I admire, and listen.
Gord
2026-08-31 05:52 pm
Different roads, difficult war, Torn apart by digital swords. Drinking alone, Along to William Burroughs, Distance from home, Infinite, growing.
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
2026-07-14 03:06 am
It's not the language they speak, It's that they speak my language, And they can pass grammar tests, Better than me. So, c'est la vie, To everything... Is that seriously your position? Egyptians watch people from the sea. Until the waves are overwhelming, Like you, they will be, at best, relief. It's not an answer to everything, It's that you walk down the street, Then talk to people. Instead of becoming antisocial, Cherry picking animal bones, And little use for any more. It's not semantic, or colloquial.
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 05:35 pm
Atop the spire, wizards, white, What is obvious, like this type of writing, or the ways it affected our minds. Liberty spikes, Into the eye and past the socket: Images of fucking, and violence, Consumed with many libations. Like an infection, it stays inside... You would rather fight about race, and riot, Like liberty spikes upon the statues high... Why wouldn't you say the opposite? That upon the point your virtues die, That you would rather sit at home and watch it, Than go out and stop those pedophiles.
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
2026-06-05 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
2026-05-01 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
2026-04-02 04:48 pm
Dauntless spirit: fall to sickness, Hard decisions, job descriptions. Starter pistols, starlight pitchers, Starch, upon a talking picture. Despite ego and wanting children, When all accounted, long divisions, Robert Browning, wrong religions, Accomplished townie, unpolished fingers.
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
2025-12-08 08:38 pm
Disdain of flesh, Decay of sense, Working late, again, It remains unsaid. Burning bayonets, Arms, upon a chair, I, long to embrace myself, Instead of remain unsaid, Undead and lifeless.
Gord
2025-09-16 06:43 am
Acting, unsatisfied. Static, over time. Am I alright? Everyone expires, I reply. As a traffic light, I stop and bathe in red. Still, I'm hanging tight, Still, I lag behind, Final, panting sighs: Fine, then, pass me by. I'd rather be alive than dead... Stand aside? I'll walk as you run one last mile, Even if it's by myself... Why do dusty, static people seem to find me? Am I the twilight in which it shines? Red, Satanic light. Active, social life, Better inside architecture, or the mind. But, then, Wherefore does magic lie? Somewhere before the asking price.
The Sophist
2025-07-20 12:02 am
We're turning up the lights. We're not blacking out tonight. Cuz anything that's under half of one percent is a Sober Sip to me. We're going to party, we're not drinking lagers, we're not drinking ciders, we party to hard on those 5 percent beers and I can't remember anything. When the beer's too hard I black out and I can't remember anything. I have come here to this song to start a revolution. At the corner store for $3 we can get something stronger. If we act quickly, tonight we can drink 7% guarana. Doors close at 11 but it's already ten and I want to get faded. Tonight is a Revolution. A night that we'll never forget. Last night was fuckin' lit but I can't remember shit. Fuckin partied way too hard then blacked out from the doorway to the car. Last thing I think we did was have some Sober Sips. Fuckin partied way too hard then blacked out in the doorway of the bar.
Gord
2025-07-10 05:25 am
Turtles to the top, Turtles to the bottom, Fixated on the comical, Tequila on the tongue. Curtain, rubber saw, Surface cut across, Love, when under cloth, Nothing matters above. I love you more than art, I love you more than god. Tongueless, trouble talking, Unless I sing another song. Forgive my writing, I understand, we have not long: 'Touch upon, yet world's apart, Double malt until the color bars.'
Gord
2025-07-09 06:18 am
Wide use of incense, Tight, in defence, Armside, spiderwebs, Tight looking threads, Bride beside herself. In a sense, I require less, No accidental catch, No incidental crash, No occidental trash, Private gestures, wider netting, Quiet letters for me, tellings, Over ornamental brass setting. Is that too much to ask?
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