Gord

2018-04-12 05:46 am

His life a vine, with walls to climb,
A sign of reeds, tall as the ceiling.
It reads: peace on earth, healing.

He easily remarks, needing, tired,
With nobodies hiring he sings songs.
Shouts at the crowd pink psalms, skimmed,
Thinking along, forward and onward;
Successor non, foreign legion stalwart.

His heart a fire, with walls to climb,
Passions fleeting, of paint peeling,
With art to desire, of maxims meeting.

Of dirt green, or fences mended,
Grudge son's, however defenseless.

Gord

2018-03-02 07:30 am

Quiet relationship, then gating,
College failed in relation.
Poems tight, metaphorical like,
Similarly quiet, gait penned.

Scholarship not pellet feed,
Lettuce where the fences meet,
Where the parents meet,
And fight over simple weeds,
Lifestyle and personality like.

Tina Marie

2018-02-20 03:12 pm

As I looked into my mirror  one day, I could see, that a sad little girl was looking at me. I said to this child where is your smile? Through tears she replied, "Can we talk for a while? Your mommy is dead. They took your daddy away. I don't know how you face your mirror everyday?" Besides the lump in my throat, I also felt, a tear trickled down as my heart begin to melt. Sweet Child you see, it is hard to explain, how people can hurt you and cause you such pain. but if you believe that God sent us Jesus his son, you can face everyday and you won't have to run. So smile little girl there is a whole new world of love and happiness and a brand new start, the moment you ask Jesus to come into your heart. Looking deeper yet, into my mirror I could see, that this sad little girl looked exactly like me.
  

Gord

2018-02-08 05:06 am

A poem written in jest,
Forgive my candidness.

Live life a person kinder,
Man damned and woman candor,
Sky full of condors, vultures,
Even politicians disgusted.

Red lines and yellow subjects,
Life full of candid sculptures,
Culture vulgar, Butler colored,
Abreast cigarette smokers,
Who vote for nothingness.
A king of the foreward,
And cowards who sit home.

Gord

2018-02-06 09:34 pm

She lays, sunbathing,
Awake in the sunset,
Placed as an epithet,
Following but shadow,
Celebrity malleable.

Sequence engaged, tomorrow;
Letter sent too late,
Bed slept in layman,
Words dear borrowed,
But a fool too vague.

Sheets in disarray,
One saves time folding,
Sleeping on top.
One who faces the cold,
Has no reason for folio,
Numbering hardships for foals,
Galloping into the distance,
Their grandeur taught.

Gord

2017-12-22 01:43 pm

Songs Synonyms, ideals integer,
Mining mindful, crawling chronic,
Words ironic, worries worthwhile.
Silent as the wind,
Tall as a child,
Lifestyle sans desire.
Flat as a minor,
Primer climber,
Reading wires,
Scans feel like fire,
Yet no ire legit,
Life so swift, time so brisk,
Irons tattered to bits,
Squire denied his patronage,
Choir so somber, violins singing,
As if to start from a beginning,
Would be a life so sad.

Lambs branded, wrath grand,
Laughing loud, farmer liar,
Stanza stance awful stands,
Awestruck by unknown view,
New news of him: old news,
Pandering Youtube, pandhandling,
Fools loose lipped and no tools.

Gord

2017-12-12 10:05 am

Love forward, for house stewards.
His love a bundle, pursuant of son.
Fewer brewers at concourse, concord,
Honor converse, longer yet somber,
An absurd worth, admired, pondered,
Fury for her, imperfection sure.

Heart curious, head immature,
She writes love of commerce,
Hearth huge and wallet wanton.
Charter martyr departs hearted,
Leaves deceived, nature naive,
Silent knitting, fixing, sitting,
Speaking only of a life weaved.

Gord

2017-08-16 01:55 pm

Umpire of God useless,
Demanding more strikes,
Life swung precarious,
Batter belies himself,
Bent to Gods of strife;
Fate for ball carriers,
Forever them sodomites,
Snipped their genitals,
Cum on their fingers,
Not dick in their minds;
Not men, Nor fire they are,
Born of stone, tower guard,
Born of the mud, wallow on,
Born of the sun?
Pearls, Diamonds and Harps.
Radar dishes begin, fill the sky,
And forever destroy our heart.
Son of the earth,
Yet nothing but sky he remarked.

Gord

2017-07-18 06:12 pm

Like a dull axe she finds problems,
Forever chopping away at them, honest,
Heart longing for promise disregarded;
Dressed for the ward, fully pardoned;
Walking son further follows suit,
Continuing without education,
Tongue misconstruing in search;
Fuhrer didactic, in foolish,
Shooting skies of oration,
Bullets true to the earth;
Flippant remarks of life,
Piousness to the dirt,
Burying words in nonsense,
Burning iron and desertion;
Shakespeare by any other name,
Apt it was before tall tales,
Lies furious among the vegetation,
Born, lived and smothered there;
Meat filler, then life billiard,
Son born a killer,
Writing of nonsense,
Mentally ill, political figure,
Opinion maudlin.

The Sophist

2017-05-18 12:00 am

Singing out loud
For other people 
To hear it
Feel it
Steal the melodies
I keep searching 
Myself 
For some meaning
Breathing anxiously

We just need some time to meditate and breath
Like a tree our minds will open naturally
Burning logs in the fire as we sing our songs at night
Our thoughts oxidize, join the fire, and rise

The Sophist

2017-03-28 12:00 am

Lo
Alas
Loneliness
Encrypt my heart
From all the lies
Malicious hacks
Injecting pins in
Plur attacks
Controlling +
Alt-shifted minds
That place
I know
I am reminded
Of you
And I
Am unrequited
Still life
It goes
With booming silence
That light
That love
That caused the violence
That's not me
I am the silence
I surf through wind
I soar with lions
Still all my life
I witness
Nothing
Blood
Spill from my heart
My crimson shining
Armor lay beside it
Quiet
Still life
On it goes
In episodes
No heart decrypting
In fear our fear begets
Compromising love to death

Gord

2017-03-28 12:00 am

Forgone lectures,
Postponed letters,
Now apropos,
Lessons to a horse.

Lesions and sores,
Plague of the bed,
Everyone to lye in.
Pleasure center torn,
Smash that like button,
Feel at home.

Gord

2017-03-21 12:00 am

Flowers lace the sill,
Stone frames of lifestyle,
Sagging windows in vogue,
Stolen valor of masonry,
Following sanctioned power,
Also stolen.

Perhaps I play the fool,
Pen in hand,
Man of head,
Felled in mind.
Thinking you would see me again,
With love timeless.

Tired eyes of the tire fires,
Loving fights in the shallows,
She lacks enacting desire,
Not inadequacy.
Big fish never leaves home, 
Aptly.
Living to throw,
Never catching.

Pursuit of unkempt bastards,
Told only lies,
Keeping only pictures,
Stones still held higher,
Designated only pitchers,
A Fighter drowns afterward.

Gord

2017-03-03 12:00 am

Partridges fly,
Above the land they admire,
Moon rocks to the scientist,
Fertility given to a goddess,
Pointless admiration.
So begins desire,
The bird flies higher,
Further from the ground,
Wherefore no dreams to mire.
Society jobs to a miser.
My job is too dry,
Hands cracking, without water.
Voice loud enough to deny it.

The Sophist

2017-02-20 12:00 am

Read It?
Ask Me Everything
I'll push Gord higher on the swing
Taking pictures
Drawing them
"Oh, Well"
Is the way it is
Leave comments on my everything
Really mean them
I'll take pics
Screenshots
If they're jokes or kind
Or if young Will would crack at it
Backlit scriptures
Cherishing
The lols
The LMF-ing our A's off
And the rofl-ing
Sun sets daily
Raise the pen
Draw more
Take another pic
I'll call the piece Gord in the park
I'll post a link
That's my art
The Post
How I package it
The reason that I'm drawing pics
Writing poems
Sharing them
Have you seen it?
Draw it differently
Your art can be some savage meme
If you want it
Empathy
Feel It?
It's a personal thing

Gord

2017-02-14 12:00 am

Handsome men play Diablo Two.
Getting keys forever free,
Looks alone topple trees,
Fire will forever consume.
Millennials play Diablo Three,
Pay to play, stay for free,
Books alone could stand true,
Everything better, Diablo Two.

The Sophist

2016-12-28 12:00 am

Bird sings low
Everywhere it goes
Solo
Volume decreased
Old Crow can't hear
Intricacies
Flyin' from old notes
Higher than most tho
Song ain't loud
Used to be
Bird's quiet
Crazy
Speaks
Feathers in beak
Live
Vibes to the beat
Heat
Released
Birds flapping their wings
Squawking their beaks
Bending their knees
Leaving their feet
Lotus grows pink
Cutting through deep
Low melodies
Low sounds of the songbird
Played on repeat

The Sophist

2016-12-14 12:00 am

Whatever I did
I did it myelf
Fucked God and the Devil
Miserable
Accosting young rebels

When I was a kid
I sat on a shelf
Hiding in darkness
'til I piss'd myself
Not fearful of Argus

A game where amid
We sought and dispelled
My mother found these
Piss covered shelves
No brother beside me

She helped when I hid
She'd hear if I yelled
Instead she heard beveled
Breakfast cereal
Make music of rainfall

Taking blame for the good
Forsaking myself
Fuck with God and the Devil
I play songs as well
Drawing crosses in trebles

All over the grid
I marvel at how
When I look at these crosses
They offer some help