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.

Gord

2026-09-16 03:38 pm

I got to see it all,
Cheers, applause,
Fear of god,
In the end,
I feel it's paltry.

Because I felt, love,
Never tested,
Done no wrong,
In the end,
I hoped to say I love you,
One more time, though
Maybe I said enough.

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 03:14 am

I've just realized,
The end will be dark.
No elation, cheers,
Or applause.

So hold me, until it comes,
I'll just hope it never does.

Gord

2026-08-13 07:14 pm

Vast: mountains sway,
At our age, the brain,
Nowadays.

Forgetful of things,
Mountains sway, 
Like concepts of outer space. 

Distance, refrain,
At our age, the brain,
Under, stands the pain,
It never comprehends,
Where and what is,
It just toils away.

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

2026-07-04 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

2026-06-22 09:34 pm

Table between bonds, 
Prayer shawl across the arms,
I think you've nodded off...

So upstairs and criss-cross,
Stress balls, stretch marks,
Leading to ex marks.

I wish things weren't the way they are,
You and I could finish what we started,
But everything is decided by economics,
Including the birth of a daughter,
And the laughter that comes along with it.

Fables between health bars,
Self, like her chess clock,
Untouched between punches.

I wish things weren't the way they are,
You and I had finished what we started,
Two people who never fell apart,
Including the birth of a daughter,
And the laughter that comes along with it.

Gord

2026-06-18 06:20 pm

Life spent, upon a boat,
If you ask him how it went:

'I couldn't have known, how the waves would throw me,
If I had the chance I would do it again. You never know.'

Although, he said heresies,
If you ask me, it was like God when we spoke.
I couldn't have known, how what he said affected me,
If I had the chance, I would do it again, You never know.

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

2026-06-18 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

2026-06-18 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

2026-06-18 02:34 pm

The point is the point, 
Boys will be boys, 
The noise: Serpentine, 
Like around me it coils. 

I ask my father, what he knows... 

His axe to grind is my axe to grind,
Consequence, why my ass is fine.
But who dies I'll never choose,
I'll never have the chance to try.

The noise, deafening, and wide.
Like it surrounds me,
And I planned to hide.

As the waves they overtake me,
I realize everyone has to die,
Grandfather's axe was never mine, 
And nothing comes after,
A modern dance to time.

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.