Gord
2026-09-16 03:38 pm
I got to see it all, Cheers, applause, Fear of god, In the end, I feel it's paltry. Because I felt, love, Never tested, Done no wrong, In the end, I hoped to say I love you, One more time, though Maybe I said enough.
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Gord
2026-09-09 02:11 pm
Sometimes, I feel alone, Like water over stones, Though as the river runs, Eventually, I'll find more. Like the ocean borders, Welcome with open doors, Like you and I, of course, No need for Trojan horses. Then, no need for anything more.
Gord
2026-07-14 02:23 am
Volleyball, dodging zombies, Down the street, serving coffee, Like stars revolved around me. Also like stars: She doesn't need a third body, Complicating things, She doesn't need another colleague, She just wants me gone, And wants my money, Like stars revolved around me, And I owe them everything. Karate Chops, melancholy thoughts, As she drops off a cappuccino cup. Are you done... ? No, I wish you would love me, And not be harmed. And not across from me, Always held away, Like stars revolve.
Gord
2026-06-18 06:20 pm
Life spent, upon a boat, If you ask him how it went: 'I couldn't have known, how the waves would throw me, If I had the chance I would do it again. You never know.' Although, he said heresies, If you ask me, it was like God when we spoke. I couldn't have known, how what he said affected me, If I had the chance, I would do it again, You never know.
Gord
2026-05-25 09:20 pm
Macho dancer, nacho boy, Follower, borrowed language, Patterned, upon another land. They call you boy, not a man. Hollow laughter from the distance, Borrowed valor, from deep sadness. Thirty seven candles later you visit, Sorrow, passion, anger, business, All over a taco salad? I thought you had charisma? They say your life, not your plan... Also talent, not what you had. Abscence, between smashing. Not pathetic and sad, Crippled by lattice fences, Under another mask. Actually? They call me often, I'm in demand. Another sunset and other bands, People are as carbon is to plants, Commerce is to banks, Son is to a dad.
Gord
2026-04-18 08:52 pm
Dry fog, fight songs, In my arms, your arms, You talk, then I talk, But that life is long gone, A dry cough on a live vlog. What was it I lost? The right to be what I was? The fight to be what I'm not? From my thoughts: Fuck off. For a list of things you are: Love of fine art, Love of my arms, Love for my mom, Love, from wild mobs, Hate for me deep in your heart. Does that, to you, seem honest? Pleas, bargains, Over t-shirts, waterbottles, Street artist and colleagues, Live in trap houses on Mary St. Does that, to you, seem honest? They sleep under pizza boxes, Drunks, who can never play in concert, What was it I lost again? The right to be what I was? To fight to live and die on a cross, Live life on a cot? Instead, I'll climb the hill to the top.
Gord
2026-04-16 10:41 am
Love from the art class... Is everything the same, Or have you changed perhaps? If my tomorrow never came, Am I still just some faggot, That never had your respect? We both know front to back, When it comes to class, but What about our crossed paths? Does it matter, about the facts? Whether I fell to able hands, You would rather write about it, You already decided, so sing that, And when you finally do get to it, You shove it up your ass. Love, from the bottom of my heart, They never taught you art in class, And you never learnt good taste, Is everything the same? No... I would say you changed, perhaps, But you never had any fuckin class. And, that comes from me... Love, from the art class, All the way to the current of my heart: Things have changed, It's better you stay hard, man, A wave from across the bar. Far away, like your honest thoughts.
Gord
2026-04-01 08:32 pm
Your friend talked, You saw my disgust. How could you? It wasn't. I still called you drunk, Two thirds of what I thought, I should have called you hot, I should have told you what I wanted. Instead you talked until I fell apart, I realized your better off, That we could never be in love. Your friend talked, You tried to get her to stop, Honestly I wanted more, But I wasn't being honest. I was trying to be myself... Instead you talked, I realized you are better off, That you would see things I never would, That if I had told you what I wanted, That we could never be in love.
Gord
2025-08-04 02:51 pm
Poems over blogs, written over blood, Organ donor card, trigger, chosen one. For noble cause, admit the horror of, Important thoughts never come from dogs.
Gord
2025-06-06 07:03 am
A chore upon a list of meetings, My feelings mean nothing more... Relationship falls into rondo form, What does she have the condo for? A floor exists beneath a ceiling, My needs mean nothing though. Relationships, and outercourse, A chore upon her list at home, In the sky on the fifteenth floor, A eye, declines to answer the door, She says, goodbye, cries to a score, Why would I? By the by, she never loved me. By the by, why should I? By the by, by the by. By the by, she never loved me. By the by, why should I? By the by, by the by.
Gord
2025-05-07 06:41 am
Thorough I write my kinship, Kingship, flagship furlough, Turmoil, searching for more. Is it just lies, unknowns? You seem to say so... Though, you write by wishing, Never anarchy and addiction, The things that you know. One more pint, by instinct, Stitches, side bitches, dislikes, sometimes singing. Is it just lies, unknowns? You seem to say so, Though, you live by it, Unlike any lyrics you wrote.
Gord
2025-03-19 01:00 am
Blonde moribund wonders in awe, Are you not overcome with thoughts? Dark corners of the mind overrun, What is more wholesome, bit parts, Or the dishcloth wrung out? Mob, tortoiseshell guitar, Small, popular orchestra. Long, golden, charmed, Large parts of the audience hate who you are, Hate your politics and hate your forms. Meet under the golden arches, Maybe as you see the darkness, You'll see nobody around and see you're wrong. Where were your brothers while you were gone? I guess to a sorcerer, blonde, it matters not, People treated like common wristwatches, Only useful to you when you wind them up.
Gord
2024-11-29 05:03 am
Black smoke, campfire grows. Active social life, animal bones, Colder over time, as foretold, Feeling about ears, nose, Nothing, so what more? Vampires, see it all, To know red best, All days spent about the home, Mind a tiresome tempest. I provide solace, Meaning over time changes. Strangers though can too. I provide doctrine, Meaning over time changes, Strangers though will too. Vampires, to coffins, Kisses on the neck, I would draw upon it. Violet, Auburn, Inner strength, Flying monster.
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
2024-09-19 08:15 am
If fights ensue, It's not of me, delights, or truth, So why stand beneath? At least in my mind the blue is me. What of peacocks in the spring? What of cheese in the crumbles? What of resolve and my shivering? Certainly, I can feel these things. It's not beneath me, Like red sees croplands, Like rubber and tarmac. Like green sees the sea: blue. Ironically, foolish for free verse. Traverse the world, but ask me, Just remove lines, write peace. Irish flute, life renews, Fights needs two, Then favour winning, Like red says to greens. I wish inside, though, blue remains. Enticing eyes, confusing wings, Flying, seems a bit childish to me, As does to peacocks in the spring.
Gord
2024-08-20 05:38 am
Hair falls, past shoulder, Down halls into the hedge moss. Rapunzel, was it tulips you wanted? Yellow, and the part lips? Yellow, pears and olives, Yellow, stinking cartlidge. Snow yellow upon a sill at home. Allegro forms enforced, Yellow, fitted sundress. Rapunzel, was it tulips you wanted? Is that why your closet, is a garden? Yellow, fear of darkness, Yellow, pears and olives, Yellow, and their offspring, Though yellow, sit at home, Concerto forms enforced, Yellow, freedom destroyed. Yellow, what was it again you wanted? A garden? Why not hide in the closet? Yellow, barrelled shotguns.
Gord
2024-08-04 09:27 pm
Like the sun heats sand, Marrow, lemon, butter. Yellow begets yellow. You can get by, off nomenclatures, You can get off of your oral favours, High horse and compare your god. Yellow teeth, shallow gums, fallow claws, Yellow is the sun that follows you home, Yellow is Chicago, Toronto and New York. Kill fellow flowers to see if he loves you, A selfish color that swallows you whole. Reach the threshold for silence, clap. It takes not much for violence to start. Although, you know that. So, like the sun meets the sand, Grassland or temperant meadow. Yellow begets yellow, Green, brown and red. You can get by, off those things you said, Oral favours or fine works of art you posess. I see the yellow for what it is.
Gord
2024-07-21 08:49 pm
Yellow, and a bit of blue, Both, I, and you. Purple, Lilac, I just care not for it. Just like you never cared for me, Or any of the things that I thought. Fetch mother, friends, for comfort. Tell your co workers, or consort. I, no longer for dramatic concert, Agriculture of the hallway, march, July, august or months of autumn, Yellow, burst into skies of orange. See If I toss and turn about it. Like, he drives a porche, owns gold, Fire and opal in his coat pockets. Like, the eyes of horses see god, They see not much beyond carrots, Understand little of soap, clothes. Like, maybe you cared for poems, Little for poets, less even for prose.
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