Gord

2026-07-14 03:06 am

It's not the language they speak,
It's that they speak my language,
And they can pass grammar tests,
Better than me.
So, c'est la vie,
To everything...

Is that seriously your position?
Egyptians watch people from the sea.
Until the waves are overwhelming,
Like you, they will be, at best, relief.

It's not an answer to everything,
It's that you walk down the street,
Then talk to people.

Instead of becoming antisocial,
Cherry picking animal bones,
And little use for any more.

It's not semantic, or colloquial.

Gord

2025-01-06 03:28 am

Haven't you seen the sequins?
Salsa, nude beach, bean dip,
There, now eat like you speak:
About dreams and freedoms.
Again, please...

New Year, new people,
You, everyone but me.
Time to stand in the mirror, 
Cowering in fear, staring distant.
Again, but not for me...

I see sequins about a face,
And fruit trees. My dream lives,
Not in castles distant, so far away,
She's serving coffee down the street.

Gord

2024-10-28 11:23 pm

Maroon, like red in the sea, 
Darkness: blue and green.

Hardest to reach,
Harder to please,
Wanton to breathe. 
I feel like water through beans,
Merely used, to clean.

Maroon, red in the sea,
Water is actually all I see.

Refuse to leave,
Refuse to see,
Refuse to kneel.

Amateur poet, do you hear me,
What languages do you speak?

Gord

2024-09-07 10:03 pm

Stygian Blue, 
Why can I see you now?
Gibbous moon,
Obscure behind clouds,
Behind your truth,
The way you see me now,
I'm not like you. 

Suns, despite the clouds,
Light the day, give them power.

Unmoved? My son,
Watch as I consume. 
Blue dyes, blue dyads,
Subdue the fire, 
Blue dryad, bid adieu. 

You can speak in volumes,
Ultimately, like cartoons,  
True rivals speak silence.
Stygian Blue, I see darkness.

Like the way you see me now,
Like the day gives way to cancer,
Blue dyes, blue dyad, give me favour. 
Lift my nails up from the bed,
Grace my skin with pigment.

Perhaps then how, you see me now,
It's the colors you can live with.

Gord

2024-08-27 04:25 am

I'm sorry, I fell asleep, 
Black, eyes see, I feel... 
Yellow, what can ever be?
Like a child, I dream... of,
Yellow, saffron, cream,
White outside yellow. 

Like an egg, given life,
Tell us, what should it be?
Just like rust on the beach,
Yellow, contained in white?
I'm sorry, I fell asleep...

What of the darkness?
You still sleep at night,
Despite what you speak,
Yellow, what is it you see?

I'm sorry, I fell asleep.
I cannot be there, I feel...
Yolk: mustard, garlic,
Like darkness inside me,
White on the outside,
Bizarre shades, and yellow.

Gord

2024-06-28 06:38 pm

In Her Dreams

Everyday she grew more cynical,
Forewarned in the way he spoke.
'What makes trees grow?
Speaking indignantly?
Lazy, form english is what bees know.
Maybe there is more, maybe not.
Leaves, and lace upon her form,
Leers and mistakes on a forum,
Leaves and paces about a home.
Lady Clare, is this what you wish for?

Mais oui, upon meeting, she says,
but may we not once she sees him again.
She begs, making peace, but, maybe not.
What is under the stars, outside of the bar,
Yet above us all? In her mind, her.
But, actually, God. 
And he sees her like I see her:
Alone by herself, just of her mom.

Lo, girl, grate your feet, arms to nothing,
Cognizant, you can see what's coming.
So, use a word to cut deeper, I mean, 
Maybe there is more, maybe not...
Say please, and release the lions...
If a cognate speaks of alm, as always,
Bet a fool falls, autumn again, as always,
Winter follows.

Bees, on their belly, in a playful sense.
Wallows about woods and streams.
Striped appearance, demeanor, feelings,
He exits the scene with grace and dignity.
Asking the same, but bees scream, race,
As always, it's just the way things be.

Swallow a mouth full of eggs, and honey,
Forward, fundamentally things are different.
Not just you and me, for everyone that sees us.
The courts just take up space, mostly useless,
And friends never show up to court you, bee,
They treat you differently.

You are less than me, because you are less than nothing,
She says, and places her hands to the sun.
Youth burning away at her bloodied stumps,
Speaking in fear of a beast that runs, jumps,
Eating the bunnies she dreams about...

Gord

2024-06-06 03:48 am

Dieting, and sex, paying rent.
Isn't life grand? Just as they said.
Like a rack, stack or chip:
Being colloquial, bland, rich.
Is like a fantastic black ship,
Which sits in the harbour,
Hoping to be used, again...

Oh, and add two dots to the end,
Again, she just hopes for the best.

White like her dress, amen.
White like her skin, and intents,
Alight in her eyes, that intensity,
Dying, like her teeth and her hair...

Oh, and white like the porcelain, 
She sees when she retches.
White like the faces of relatives.

Aegean, sing fool-speak to the masses.
Queen, think, but don't deceive Ophelia,
A mask would only cover your features,
Despite your sweetness, we see the madness.

So scratch at your hands, the lion dances.

Gord

2023-12-08 05:14 am

The things he knows...
Are alike a hand that speaks in failure:
 Painful flails, an esophagus.
While his mouth speaks toward disarmament, 
and victims speak of the night.

So all hail the king, his rings and his might.
 All the things that he owns,
Including the people as items, options
 and things he derides.

So swing a knife, like a sword.
 All hail the flailing arm for what it's worth, 
Including the people he knows as thoughtforms and cites.

Cayenne pepper, nose.
 A world alight.
  A world, delight.
   A wordly delight.
    A world, a light,
Circles dance in the sky, 
 darkness seen with your eyes.
Alongside carmine, red and feathers:
 prose, things they call wise

Gord

2023-10-04 04:58 am

They say, love is fair,
But then, what for free?
Birds and bees, they explain,
Saying mostly ends,
Giving little means.
A friend, dear, a branch, tree.
When they speak they talk of weight,
Everything they feel.

Then they say, live laissez-faire,
Paint the walls of red and greens,
They hope you speak their language.
Incentives and dreams, hopes of things.
But what divides boxes and squares,
Fishes and streams, them and me?
Is it a line or the right to be?

Speak freely, breathe freely,
Easy, people say it should be,
From a mouth that releases,
Full of pleased flesh and teeth.
But if they had one wish left, 
It would be for me to never be.

Well, that's sweet.

But I know what that means, 
Go ahead, feel your feelings.
Just know, there is no you and me.

Gord

2023-05-31 09:02 am

Compare deceased, compare diseases,
Civil registry, never ending dreams.
Quiet, discontented tree:
Questions vex me silent,
Why do we drink of selfish need?
Why do we eat to reddish green?
Why do they scream your scaring me,
While I achieve new levels of self deceit?
It responds, about roots and leaves,
Tools and people, fools and fees.
It's beyond me to understand.

Again indeed.

Only man writes with a pen,
Ire infinite, to the final syllable.
A point most misunderstand:
Life is not miracles, appearances,
Science fiction or analyzing images,
It's mostly the wheres and whens,
Indeeds said again, friends you miss.
Like all the pyramids get built,
You'll find they went brick by brick.
Like kids, chimes in the wind,
Ideally they play without worry,
Not re-examine life endlessly,
Like a firing squad that never hits.
Like a chime without another,
It takes only one to be lonely,
Two people to live.

Hair recedes, favour leaves,
Ferris wheels and screams,
Once again, the tree speaks, 
This time about seasons,
Blues and greens, 
Views and seeds,
You open your own mouth, freely,
Someone else's dreams.
Again indeed.
A mirror responds vaguely,
Instead of self reflection sees,
Things that terrify,
Even when they close their eyes and they sleep.

One could compare their life to a sheep,
Sheppard, or favoured elite.
What one eats someone decides,
Where one sleeps someone else decides,
Who one sees is limited, they cry.
But they compare to a bar too high.
Then with their time, belies, nevers, freezes.
Feelings of timidness, cheapness, lies,
Triangles you hope to avoid thinking,
Inevitably though you need drink.
You need some chips, think about it.
You need a horse to ride to the store,
Because you're lazy as shit.
So I guess just hope for the best,
But also go for it.

Again, Indeed.

Gord

2023-05-08 03:15 am

If I could, I would take my grey for your gray,
My grave for your grave, but in the end I will fail.
Take my blade and slay your beasts, hero.
Even if all you see are beasts and famous people,
Not beings from which you take a piece.
In fear we never speak, like ancient egypt,
People change, things remain the same for me.

You aspire for some greater freedom,
Perhaps, from up there you can label people,
Teach them who should be sold as slaves.
Maybe you can take those taken pieces, 
Build back the things you took from me.
Gain more favour and speak loquacious,
But gone are the days where you heard me speak,
Gone are the days of our walks on the beach,
Because even long ago I was but memories.

Things have changed, besides the people,
Weight and age mostly, 
But when I see your face, 
You want an escape, I can see it.
A smile that lies on its face,
But your heart plain as day.
Rather than three hours too soon,
One minute late

Gord

2023-04-03 02:50 pm

Young men see visions, Old men have dreams,
His mind was troubled and he could not sleep.

Body smeared in honey,
Head to feet, conceit,
Meant to be supreme,
Yet not even complete.
The sea, is free, comparably,
Considering the moon, destiny.
When you speak, Where you sleep,
To others, it matters only where you scream.
Meant to be, it's a funny thing,
Next movie I hope you're next to me.

Wild marjoram, fine novelists,
Five dollar words, trite violins,
Telling simple lies, promises.
Yet when I saw the world,
My heart stopped again, 
Eyes on a third of my providence.

AI poetry

2022-12-07 04:31 am

The wind whispers to my skin,
It's like it speaks with every breath.
As if it has been calling out for my presence,
Waiting to see the face behind this mask.
So far it has shown nothing but disdain,
And I wonder if I have anything left to give.

In darkness I wander,
With nothing but my memories
Falling, falling, falling.
Where once I saw light now lies only gloom,
And I know that it has gone.
For those who wish for rest, I have none
Though I'd give up what I have, for one more.
But it's too much now, I can't move my hands,
I just want to sleep...
(My memory, it fades)
In the dark, with nothing to grasp,
The memories that I hold so dear
Fall away from me like they were never there.
And I feel as though I will fall into madness,
Like the very world is crumbling beneath my feet,
That everything is crashing down,
I fear I cannot stand the weight.
(I'm fading)
I just want to sleep...
(My memory, it fades)
***
I'm afraid I've gone and made a fool out of myself again,
I knew you wouldn't understand my reason,
And now you're not talking to me at all,
You see I didn't mean to let your memory fade,
It's like I was being pulled away by another force,
Something I didn't mean, something I can't control,
I don't even know why I'm still here...
I don't know why I'm still here.
I should leave this place, I know it's wrong,
I shouldn't be here in your mind,
I can't help the way that I am,
I don't know why I'm Super Mundane,
I can't stop feeling so low,
I'm afraid it's already too late.

I didn't mean to let you slip away,
But the thought of losing you just doesn't sit right,
To keep you awake and alive,
I need you here, I'm not alone,
Without you here with me I can't go on,
I don't know why I'm Super Mundane,
I don't know why I'm still here.
I didn't mean to let you slip away,
I just can't shake this feeling,
That something inside of me is broken,
I don't know why I'm Super Mundane,
I don't know why I'm still here.

This poem is an Articial Intelligence re-interpretation of "Super Mundane" by TheSoftSophist

Gord

2022-09-22 01:01 pm

What is perfect and complete?
Delicacies, meat, cheese, 
The foodie speaks conquest and fantasy,
But a cancer progresses, spreads rapidly.
Tragedies of vanity, then agony,
Then bankruptcy, former life a dream.
Fantasies now of revenge, or mercy,
Meaning, offers of a promise of peace,
I can eat simple meals and still be.
Human being, like a clever machine.

Gord

2022-08-03 10:55 pm

Flag,
Grab a torch, same hand,
Have fun with your vote:
Another hand a sword,
It opens a can of corn.

Fake hammer throw,
Judges, like rabbits,
Run back to their holes.
Rather than face the day,
The code and its ghosts.
Instead,
They make jokes, they make shows,
They make notes, that, of course,
Exclude their track record of control.

That dirt road, saddled by war,
Addled by the hammers thrown,
Fools who took no land unknown,
Who speak a language encoded,
Take advantage of the locals.

What is wealth, cash of course?
But it's also a canvass of bone,
Grass in the mouth of a mud horse.

Gord

2022-06-16 03:37 pm

Calamity, their hearts dictate,
Failures, insanity, Hecate.
A spell long for them:
Dreams, but at a gamblers pace,
Meaning, but then actors change,
TV panel games as passion fades,
Children, teen, then move away.
Tickets to the gamelan races,
They own the stadium.
What do they say, of man,
Their fates? They rarely change.
One could sew sequins into thy face,
Meanwhile speak of other races,
All they would see is a cage,
Call their fathers, seethe in rage.

Stallions of grazing,
High yields, truncation,
Stars in amazement,
What feels like salvation?
A path of slave labour,
Tired people, consumption,
That's how I feel.
Everyone has their favorite battlefield,
Next to their cross with their name.
The spell longest for anyone,
Man and his grave.

Gord

2022-05-25 10:45 am

Amounts, they screamed, amounts,
Seemingly all they knows about.
Amounts, a mouth, beatings.
Even just, if by the brow,
Cow steps on the mouse,
Like a man steps on a mount.

Echoes, couch downstairs,
This is my house, GET OUT!
Narrowing in the mind, cowers
Like an arrows path forward,
Like time, straight, downward.

Dance, doubt, awkward bow,
Applause amounts, doubt,
Can a mouse hear the sound?
Leers, liquors, in various amounts.
In the end, a mouse needs cheese.
A cow needs many more things,
Succumbs to meandering about the fence,
Outside of this, they find no peaceful crowd.

People of the ground, fearing clouds, fearing now,
Cowards that fear when you speak and shout,
Cows teaching which they know nothing about,
Why should a mouse throw spears at the clouds?
Zeus and Venus,
Why would they fear if I step on a mound, kneel,
Bow or two step around it?
Are they cowards like me?

Lynn

2022-03-23 11:45 am

I smear vaseline in the corners of my mouth with a cotton swab to seal the cracks that are carved there
from smiling too wide
from laughing too loud
from speaking my mind.

I smudge the nails on my hands with paint, pearlescent and pink
to keep from moving
to keep from creating
to keep from fully living.

I confine myself to an apple and egg whites each day to mold by body
into what I see in waiting room magazines
into what it was when I was a child
into something impossible.

how futile, it seems, to meter my joy, to suppress the wind.
because, when one tries to obstruct what rightfully will pass,
it gains strength, channels down one slim canyon,
and blows everyone away.