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

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

2022-12-21 04:00 pm

Knowing few truths, too youthful, choose,
No use for rules, too poor for morals.
Two views, both fools, accuse,
Loose tongues ruin their world.

Must they struggle and fight all their lives?
Into groups, they divided themselves, 
Absolute truths and nonsense,
Both destroyed by their own kind.
Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? 
Is any suffering like their suffering?

They copulate and make offspring,
Die, their children die, their children die,
While they're still alive they mate,
Great minds think alike, again,
And again generations later they fight

Gord

2020-05-28 05:14 am

Why does the torrent travel?
Where is the lively forest?
Even the poorest trees flourish,
Their coins worthless,
Poinsettia, wide oceans.

For my set list chosen,
What does forum or castles have?
Gravel walls, gravel flooring,
People with their comfort lush,
Their lives worthless,
Political science, flyers,
Quotients.

Gord

2019-10-29 07:41 am

Horns, voice of the poor,
Holy, vision is only.
Rather, than coroner's noise,
Throw the dice of paradise your holding.
Father, can corners point?
How can a leader lead,
Scared of people peeping,
Their knowledge growing.
To plough after planting seeds,
Scared of people leaving,
Father, am I to join?
I feel my collage is nothing,
My college is nodding,
Politicians are nodding,
Should I be hoar myself,
Before myself?
Should I embrace my life,
Before death?
Should I allow imbibing,
Am I building a shelf,
Or finding myself?

Gord

2018-11-14 07:13 am

Wisdom, do anything for love,
One cannot administer feeling,
Smoking trees and tending buds;
Ashore a flood, Amore my love,
Shores complain not of fumbles,
Nor bees of bumbles.
Horse contained not by hurdles,
Nor flees or humbled.
No fleas or bugs, or jungles.
A girl, reserved forever, supple,
Personal, plain, non functional,
Is she a butt joke, or punchline?

Regret, or spend time a spindle,
Two too many, to twine a stick,
Rope simply frayed on four ends.
Portend of trouble, 
Poor tend to nothings,
Their lovers forever troubling,
Who casts shadow twice a valley,
Humble?

Gord

2018-01-23 10:53 am

He dreams of winter,
tireless, listless,
Forming fists, linger,
Five fingers for taking,
Making and mocking,
Flying at the equinox;
Checks to greet,
A future cost.

Apart from his words,
He talks opposite,
Of walks in the park,
And poor pessimism.
Perhaps one day,
Forgotten is passion,
Castles of young love,
Tall as his bastion.
He tells you of virtues,
Rarely living attache,
Stacking stones,
Flashing cards flourished,
Floor patterned, 
Checkerboard,
Poorly planned,
Colored randomly.

Gord

2017-11-17 03:18 pm

Tattoo on her arms, postured,
Flippantly she remarks of nonsense,
Tense with feigned confidence,
A world over marching pasture.
Presume their charms poor,
Slipping of mudpiles immense,
Loose with large boulders,
Earth nobler than it is dumb.
They resume opportune position,
Posturing of nonsense distant,
Less limbs and less benediction,
Ammunition less firearms existence.

Gord

2017-11-14 08:30 am

He finds for her nothing,
Saving judgement, touching,
Loathing bother abundant,
Absurd, absence, junction.

Usher standing with mother,
Prose, another woman lovely,
A job done poorly.

Gord

2017-10-13 11:32 am

Florian mispronounced completely,
Adding elles and a monarchy,
Standard wordplay misused efficiently.
Soap of the mind, floss of the horse,
Cutting our teeth on useless fleece.
Forgetting their needs, people worsen,
Fleeing to worlds sincere yet fleeting.
Spying, leaving decrying yourself not,
Received to cheering regardless,
Archean and poor as thoughtforms are.

Gord

2017-09-28 04:57 am

Feelings in her heart,
Apathy of mind lost,
The world desired,
Earth forgotten,
Therefore pursuant of swine,
Love begotten.

Reading of foreigners,
Yet her poetry declines,
Like Vines, Fine Wines,
Rhyme lines her mind;
Obsessive of forewords
 and forever afters;
Useless goodbyes,
Given in poor wording.

Forgotten is passion,
For words and order,
A husband mastered,
A wife only borrowed.

Gord

2017-06-20 04:22 pm

Cardinal decision,
Restitution fuzzy,
Life full of miracles,
Nothing mastered,
Poor left darkened,
Prone to hazard;
Forlorn and fozzie,
Smoking hashish,
Life form conclusion,
Pride malarkey;
Doors departing.

Forms of might solvent,
Parted fighting.
Assets from god mighty,
A surety found apartide;
Their bond broken,
Kids bong smoking;
Dressed down in a skirt, 
In a world of blue jeans;
Beavers and loons still fighting.

Gord

2017-05-02 12:00 am

She writes poems of heart,
Often written of donkey,
Her poor forms of art,
Read to visiting monkeys,
Lower than a garden to him.
Porous as a soul set afire,
Or as the garden's soil,
Mixed in with family dirt,
Who grow weed and stay poor.

Gord

2017-02-15 12:00 am

Passage to the heart clogged,
Life maudlin, poor starting,
Racers to support their mark,
Post revelation reveal fakery.
Mock factories bailing no hay;
Poor neighbors decide to stay,
Demand jobs and prosperity,
And the American way.
Self flagellation pays,
Workers find jobs,
Pride as their mainstay,
Thy world in bondage,
Thy wounds inflamed.

Gord

2017-01-19 12:00 am

Those who kill another standing,
Are said to be of stone and iron.
Bean counters politic to the throne,
Are somehow revered and desired.
Despite their lack of remorse,
And passionless fire.
Their life a metaphor of climbing,
Smelly, poor, and small minded.

The Sophist

2016-08-05 12:00 am

Alight with love he throws awry,
Pursuing human desire and fortune.
Poor reptile intellect, ignorant,
Jabbing until he finds himself.

The Sophist

2015-11-24 12:00 am

Seal sutured my soul;
To a body- a home.
Come help make me whole.

Self life spent alone.
Warm bed 'side a warmer throne,
Bed heats by its own.

Ten times two is four.
Ten times lack of effort,
All effort is poor.

Tax taken from pews,
Poor unfortunate two,
Camels; too large crew.

To dust grind my bones,
Tear open by strings my heart,
Seal sutured my soul.

Gord

2015-10-08 12:00 am

Define judgement,
Divine slum merit, 
Result of poor parenting,
Hope and feeling meeting.
Peeling through the street,
Flinging concrete.
Feeling part fling,
Part credo.
Eating a hamburger,
Diamond studded from a window.