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.
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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
2026-06-30 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
2026-06-15 03:08 pm
Upon the scale, weight, Upon frets a finger lays, A box of steaks, A lot of range, A lot of slaps across the face. Upon the face, the brain, Comfort: Darkness. Not just gray. Not just shame, Not just rage, Not just hop up on a train, Stardust trails along the way. Upon the Earth, fate, Upon desertion, fingers shake, Heavy upon the face and brain. Not just weight, Not just shame. Knots, the stomach and fingers make. I guess I changed, Not the same as we played, And it's not just the weight, Inside I'm white and sage, Like an apartheid state.
Gord
2025-08-05 07:16 am
Seeing his window, He thinks of rain, Is this for always? Water, over my face... He thinks of charades, Seeing his heroes, He thinks about change, Hands cover his face, Is this for always?
Gord
2025-07-03 04:18 pm
You get 'get well soons' But lost one of the duo, Best friends, adieu. In the end, no hero, Ones turn toward zero, Just like one turns to ego, Just like people grow old. For, somewhere over a rainbow, Are untold highs, I'm told.
Gord
2025-03-26 06:32 am
Halcyon days, Hell, cyan, amazement. I saw different to said, Red wasn't waiting. Salad, dressing for cravings. Expecting men with perspective of age. Dating, is quite like smelling the rain, Best stand aside, it's different to face. Wearing a veil, wearing a cape, Wearing a suit, it's all the same, Objects, representing the snake.
Gord
2025-02-11 07:33 am
To the final, pathetic, vocal squeal: Drum trials, pathos in guitar steel, Reference, for the crowd to cheer. What is gone, but was never there? What is a woman? Complacent? Like God, you take a bucket, Drown her in rainwater, It remains clear. Her body is still good for fucking. His money is still good for fucking, Her body is still good for fucking, Nothing. Ink then vinyl, out into the real, Drum trial, pathos to the feeling, Defence for the crowd that cheers. What is gone, but was never there? Magic, you chose a career, Not a life path. Defend that! Missives you can't recite back, Missiles, like knives to the back, Missing like writing upon a staff. Music was a mistake in the end, Mythic, like an axe upon a head, Without your controller in hand, What is gone, but was never there?
Gord
2024-11-15 07:05 am
Thinking of exposure, orange, Are you coming over? Oh... From emotion to hypnosis, Light comes from the phone. Talking frozen yogurts, awards, Terrifying rollercoasters, poets. Light comes from the phone, Orange how the redness shows, Awe, gathering rosebuds below. When I wrote about you it showed, Both you and I know it, What else do I love? Suppose you had died, What else would I have? Hope you might fly home? Well, I paid for it anyway... Light comes from the phone, Blindness from my brain, Tiredness of fate. Like edamame on a plate, Somehow, I hoped for more, Even if it was more the same
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.
Gord
2024-09-24 09:33 am
Ballet shoes, champagne flutes, Game room hue suede blue, Cocktails offstage too. Maybe I'll leave the wave pool, Establish new trade routes, Maybe not, who knows? Bottles for now though. Broadway too, Wet roots, wrestling boots. Scale teeth need scraping through. But, The veiled truth is you wade, Life is a swamp, They lie, Blue in the face, Tell you it's not that way. Broadway, grey hues, Costumed plays, Or he borrows like hooped snakes. Babe, that ain't for you, It's not for anyone with a brain.
Gord
2024-09-13 10:09 am
What changes with age? Cambridge, Yale, Navy. But today it rained, So blue wins the day. Head nod, hand wave. Stop, playing games, take aim, Place weights upon my grave, Nothing will change my fate. Head nod, hand wave. What changes with age? Space, royals and babies, Softness of brains, What is mundane? The third day on the front page, Shame, shame, shame, Change, change, change. Wait, wait wait, But away they sailed, So blue wins the day. Head nod, hand wave.
Gord
2024-08-29 09:20 pm
Invention of wheel, Longness of face, Internal promise of cake. I feel I cannot run away. Knowledge of space, Darkness of faith, Invention of metal, Weapons and trades. External promise of capes. Knowledge of place, Doctrine of faith, Darkness of brain. Call it a day! Harvest the slave's harvest, Get paid! Invention of cadmium. Longness of days, Internal rotten and lamed.
Gord
2024-08-01 05:50 am
Gold of copper, silver, others, Authors of doctrine, products. Sallow, is the frown from God, Where is all the yellow, gone? Random, is capitalist outcome, Like a drain or fountain floods, Fate, embracing to the bottom, Latin script, says "Your Honor". Jasmine flowers nod, goodbye, Abandon your cause, destroy. From a barren mountaintop, The wind, calm, mother... God demands your boy.
Gord
2022-11-29 10:02 am
Phalanx, already made plans with Ahab. Enemies, whales , their emails: 'save as'. Eventually their money exchanges hands, A ribcage cracks, a heart swells so thick. Revenge, already made plans, rain dance, Polearms for the bad man, stained glass. Both man and animal inevitably acquiesce, The old barn will fall upon the sand.
Lynn
2022-10-13 01:36 pm
It was cold & the sky was too red as the sunset came too early - my brain was spinning with those letters & numbers & they were falling out of my ears. I looked at the asphalt and I saw my past and future yawning out - both in the same direction on the one-way road but my ears were too cold to listen, to learn. It was too austere in the building & too frigid outside & too glacial in the car picking its way home through the ice and old snow. It was too much too few & not enough of anything at all. & it swarmed. Threes with wings and velocities out with compound eyes buzz & sting & leave me paralyzed, there on the curb.
Gord
2022-03-01 06:54 am
Paper, mind racing; April, outside rain; Days, time, pain. Trial, minor inheritance, Inside raging, vain, Water droplet pacing. Lies, decadence, Left in the sunset. Am I adept? Think, look back. Flies in everything, Trying anything, I, tried everything. Trial, cherry picking, Many years, Their meaning? A small committee, Press, briefings: Ideas discrete, Their leanings. Where is the time for healing?
psyaviah
2021-12-07 08:53 am
Winters of sleep, a white canvas, broken dreams, cut sharp like shards of glass. Day-blush, but graceless eyes wide opened, anxious and helpless. Raindrops on the glass, hangover, reality, facts, as the window cracks, distant memories of what once was.
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