Gord

2026-08-20 09:06 pm

Blood dries into mold,
Troubling side issues,
Like rising moons, 
Aspire to sunshine. 
What am I to do?

Stand idly by? 
Life is too short.

Gord

2025-08-26 07:15 am

Am I a zero, or a one to them?
When the computer sees me,
What does it feel? Overwhelmed?
Breath short of air?

Alas, keyboard, come to rest,
Like Gabrielle says to Rodrigo,
I need a bit, this is done to death,
Everything deserves an end.

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?

Gord

2021-12-21 04:53 am

In the car, cutting corners,
Misnomer, or misfortune;
Of emotion, a disclosure
All I feel is the moment,
Brushing motion and smell of burning horses.

Of importance:
Kings and clowns,
With benefit of doubt,
One is better without.

Gord

2021-10-21 07:04 am

To write irate,
Like Ivy failed,
The time it takes,
Is flies to drakes.

Reveal beneath the cape, water,
Fantastic I can see the shape.
Father should I peel the grapes?
I only question the time it takes.

Paulopalztheripper

2021-09-18 02:40 pm

#THE RIPPER#

Do yourself a favour
When he hurts you
Do not do fit a hug
My hands will be tied
When he abandons you
Do not seek refuge in me
I would have gone abroad 
When he despises you
Do not come for my live 
I would be short if feelings
My heart has gone sour
Bleed out cold and dead
My humanity's been shut
I have gone all black and grey
My heart seems to be missing
Emotions are long gone
I have accepted grief and pain
Sadness and misery now clothe mW
Love's been sent out of my window
When he abandons you
Your face ruthlessly smashed to he ground
Your arms brutally ripped apart
Your body gracefully cut to pieces, but by bit
When I think of you
Even hope despairs
Faith has its doubt
Bravery now shivers
Your slow and painful death
Is all I await
For I am the ripper.
🚫
#paulopalz#
#theripper#

Gord

2021-07-23 02:10 am

Trees of lime,
Dreams of life,
Hearts pleading:
Fields of rice,
Ears of a beast,
Bright green, to the eyes.

What is fleeting?
What is right?
What the audience likes,
What God would decide,
Like what is meat, What is me,
But I need to survive.

Gord

2021-07-20 04:34 am

Oh, to forget,
Castle, all, 
buttered pears.
But what of man?
Was he even there?
Even one percent,
I wish I could share.

All art forms a certain length,
All on loan, and suddenly end,
A dozen eggs, A dozen days, 
No son, No in love again,
Arms too short to hug oneself.

I feel as if I double dealt,
You tell me what face I have,
Where I belong,
That you've already won;
Wet seasons among, many drugs,
I regret: I've already punched.
Call me a spade, 
But I do what I want,
And I won.

Gord

2021-06-17 04:59 pm

Fresh lemon,
Rush of adrenaline,
Lime.
Time for nachos,
No black olives on mine.
Salt, Salsa,
Sour cream on the side,
Cheese in abundance,
Swine.

Gord

2021-04-16 04:35 am

Last living lemming,
No house to live in,
No Chandeliers;
Next exhibit, Next exhibition, 
Spoke of past tense in English,
Fluent in other languages;

An Eccentric Mystic, 
Poetic Lyrics,
and their beginnings;
One carves caverns,
Of all manner of rock,
What matters of master?
The afterthought. 

Gord

2021-03-25 03:55 am

By the tendril, sunset felt,
Like weapons in my belt, 
Chemistry I can't question,
Clarity in my bedtimes.
So lovingly I make expressions,
Like, at weddings,
Desperate for marriage;

By the ending, a farewell.

Gord

2021-02-22 12:47 am

For Mayor, for payment,
For wages, forced labour,
For most run four bases,
For patience, no basis.

Road changes like young brains,
Record-breakers, the role favours;
Horses race toward old age,
and the coast as it fades;

Full weight behind the sail,
Like regulation of the state,
Your neighbour, Your patron, 
Afford bravery for faith,
While some live, agate,
Judge races from inside of a cage.

Gord

2021-01-21 10:16 am

Of stem and leaf,
Love fed at ease,
Of ends and meet,
Of fair and sweet,
When we speak of things
We speak so freely,
Of flesh and teeth.

Shanty after shanty,
See the men at sea,
See the heights they reach,
Lows so permanent and deep.

Well, that's sweet, 
Yes, that means, 
Go ahead and feel,
Just know, there is no you and me.

Gord

2020-11-29 11:53 pm

Debbie downer of many outcomes,
Money protected against downturns,
Fathered from powerful maelstroms,
Freshly showered out of sleep,
What is deep? What is to and from,
Blue sea, who flowers their queen,
Without a penny, empty bellied, 
'You let them down, son'
Sour cherries, as he devours many
Let them down yourself, please,
Out of envy, twenty thousand leagues.

Gord

2020-10-28 10:14 am

Writing one hundred pages,
It turns out to be permanent makeup,
Not exactly an act of nature, 
Rather products of one's labor,
Tattooed to the skin with lasers. 

Other people, Other places
A number of changes, fables;
One's mind, the world adjacent.

Fine, just fine,
Never find time,
Why bother in the prime of life,
When eyes stretch beyond the tide.

Gord

2020-10-20 04:08 pm

Is my life but a minor arc?
Mirror dark, a nine of hearts,
Why walk into the distant fog,
Past miles of silver boxes,
Simple props with silver foxes,
Waiting for their turn to balk.

I could write ironic of a pen who talks,
Night-time bombings, a man who moved on,
Wildlife watching.
'Will I be fed to dogs'
The pen responds:
'Terrified by conflict you write a law,
But will the dogs obey? I think not.'

Innasense

2020-10-10 09:54 pm

Warning: this is looooooong and if you’re a sensitive individual the first parts may bother you. But hopefully the last part will inspire you. Speak your truths friends. The ones who matter will love you all the harder. #worldmentalhealthday

Hidden Stories 

They smiled, jokingly told her 
she looked tired, 
“Must’ve partied hard last night.”
Smile quietly returned, 
“just didn’t sleep too well I guess.”
She didn’t tell them how hard it was to get out of bed this morning, 
How sleep never came last night, 
How it felt like the darkness would just swallow her whole, 
How she felt hollow and empty 
and there weren’t any tears left, 
just an ache deep within 
that wouldn’t subside. 
And maybe if she just squeezed her eyes shut and stayed in that bed 
in the blacked out void, 
She wouldn’t have to face another day of faked smiles and “I’m ok” lies. 
“Just tired today I guess.”

“It’s warm today man!” 
“What’s with the long sleeves all the time?”
“Got some crazy tattoos under there?” 
He smiled, laughed along with them, 
Self-consciously ran his hands 
over his wrists. 
Over the bandages binding his secrets.
They didn’t know how close he got last night, how he almost let go, 
How so much blood, HIS blood 
swirled down the drain, 
mixing with his tears. 
He was sure no one would miss him, but he wondered if he would miss this world, 
And the good days out in the sun, 
Few and far between as they were.
What would they say if he were gone tomorrow?

“You should’ve come out with us last night. You would’ve had so much fun...”
She nodded and made those
“next time” promises, 
though she knew they were lies. 
She’d stay home again, 
Wrapped in the icy grips of loneliness, 
Which felt somehow better 
than her burning cheeks 
when the right words just wouldn’t come, or the wrong ones spilled out, 
and she felt their eyes on her,
Panic rising, thoughts frozen
Wishing she’d just stayed home, 
Away from the judgement, 
And all the wrong moves she always made

“Haven’t seen you around in a while! Doing ok?” 
His mouth smiled, head nodded, 
lips formed words he’d said so often, automatic. 
Because, really, he thought, 
How could I describe 
that moment last night, 
body curled up with forehead cold 
against the kitchen floor, 
Ears covered to block out the voices, 
Silent screams wracking his body as the panic overwhelmed him, 
No breath to speak, 
And who could he call anyway, 
How would he explain these moments of pure fear that slipped in unnoticed
and become everything, took everything, until he was a shivering shell of himself. 
Sometimes he wondered, 
if they could see through him, 
would they think him weak? 
Would they walk away...?


These people are all make-believe, 
but the experiences are not, 
taken from articles and discussions 
and sometimes even revelations from 
real-life friends. 
These are not my stories, 
but they are someone’s truths, 
Not their weakness, 
Not their short-lived sadness
that they can just “get over” if you try hard enough to make them happy. 
(My gosh do I need to remind myself of that part sometimes...)

But that doesn’t mean you stop trying. 
Love them y’all. 
Love them so damn much that you’ll sometimes break through the cracks in their self-inflicted armor. 
Listen to them, 
Give them the chance to be 
open and honest, 
And if what they say makes you flinch, imagine what it must feel like for them. 
Do something kind that makes them smile and get ready to do it again tomorrow.
Smile and laugh with them. Cry with them.
Be genuine with your 
thoughts and feelings. 
Give them space, but check on them. 
Pull them out of the dark for just a moment, say, 
“I’m here for you when you need me. 
And I always will be.” 

Mental health issues are often invisible, 
but still feel debilitating to the one 
inside that head. 
Stay educated. 
Be understanding. 
Love the hell out of each other. 
❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍🤎💗

Gord

2020-10-07 08:27 am

Of dying and fighting,
Best saved for last,
Apologizing and crying,
Inside the eyelids:
Kiss my ass, my lover lives.

Wind, harvested by mills,
Jacks, coveted by Johns,
Songs built by peoples,
Hymns for the seasons.
Rescinded politically,
Not knowing what to believe in.