Gord

2026-09-01 06:24 pm

I was there in the hospital where you gave up,
Was it impossible? Like you said so?
Did happiness come?

I think something awful of what you've become,
Was it nice in the calm, like you said so?
Did you find love?
Did you find anyone?

I wish I had died, both then and all along,
Like a knife and be less subtle,
Push inside, until bone and break it off. 

Gord

2026-08-14 03:14 am

I've just realized,
The end will be dark.
No elation, cheers,
Or applause.

So hold me, until it comes,
I'll just hope it never does.

Gord

2026-08-12 04:33 pm

You wept: I have no nerve left,
Well, you keep that to yourself,
Like you're harbouring dead.

A friend must bear until the end,
I hate you, everything you have,
And you can't just fuck me,
But you'll stand beside me,
That's why we're just friends.

Gord

2026-08-03 07:29 pm

Why is it, that time created distance, 
And why from persistence, this time,
Came great suffering, and pestilence.

Given tongue, and often structure,
In return: local, but of foreign work, 
Until laughter, then giving up.

Why is it, that you have so much?
And share little with anyone else.
Why is it, that you hate so much?
And have love for only yourself...

Given love, and given supper,
And little of anything else.
Envy itself, has deadly effect,
And little of anything else.

Gord

2026-07-29 01:20 pm

One day, I'll write like you, my hero.
Like a pen is attracted to paper,
Like I'm attracted to you.

Like, upon your skin I'll write, 
Until you're more me than I,
I take everything from you,
Like brakes upon a bike.

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

2026-07-05 12:15 pm

Softly shifting silver sands,
Solid to liquid,
Liquid to gas.

I just felt, if you never left,
None of that comes to pass.

Cocky glibness, middle class,
Christmas to windows,
Windows to glass.

I just sat aside, never asking,
What do you say to the fairer sex?

You're everything I've ever dreamt?
Well, I find there's just none left, 
Nothing but adventures, 
And acceptance tests. 

Coffee drinking, ginger snaps,
Trauma to forgiveness,
Forgiveness until collapse.

You're everything I ever dreamt,
I'd do anything to bring you back,
Like an eye that stares ahead,
Tears roll down my face again.

I'll never be the things I lack,
I'll never change, skin like that,
Only grows with age.

Salt to water,
Water evaporates.

Gord

2026-07-04 12:09 pm

Beneath the heather,
Under her breath,
Behemoth... Never.

But demons forever:
Dreams of perfection,
Peaceful agendas, 
Deeper connections, 
Traded for equal attention. 

You always had mine forever, 
Free from aggression, 
Free from unpleasance, 
Free from pretending, 
Free happiness forever. 

That's not what you want? 
Beneath a sweater,
Under her breath,
Again, another.

So she says,
Free from justice ever,
When it comes to affection.

So she never opens up,
Free, of attendance,
Free, hand percussion,
Free, for jackals and buzzards,
Until they see something better.

Gord

2026-06-04 10:00 pm

Little bug:
Little pigs, Little frogs, Little slug.
Finger work beneath civil tongue:
Fish supper, friction with drums.

A little brother, too big for hugs,
A little bit of dust, bits of rough:
Personality, but's and cynical plots,
Digital work beneath a given tongue.

What would you say to me honestly?
That you wish I was crushed?
Well, I'm not.
I lived never thinking of you much.

Where is your response?
Little love for little bugs, 
Simple things, inner calm, bigger cause...
More concern for grudges,
Than writing another song.

Give a little time, you give it up...
A little pain, a little age, little fun:
Singing about doors that are shut,
Invisible cuts that the makeup covers,
For a while, until the stage goes dark,
Then begins your performance,
Entertainment to little bugs.

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

2026-02-07 03:00 pm

He persues love,
Hapiness and a son. 
Three to two, two to one.

Free to choose,
One persues their roots, 
Freeform blues, cute girls,
Until ruin, until dust.

But upon the soul a velvet rust,
Temples burnt to smell of blood.
Umbrella terms, settlements,
Lemon curd over skeletons.

Free to choose,
They choose but one.

Gord

2025-07-10 05:25 am

Turtles to the top,
Turtles to the bottom,
Fixated on the comical,
Tequila on the tongue.

Curtain, rubber saw,
Surface cut across,
Love, when under cloth,
Nothing matters above.

I love you more than art,
I love you more than god.
Tongueless, trouble talking,
Unless I sing another song.

Forgive my writing,
I understand, we have not long:
'Touch upon,  yet world's apart,
Double malt until the color bars.'

Gord

2024-10-28 06:56 am

Another brick, another career,
Unending abyss and suffrage.
Red licorice and tungsten,
Tongue intolerant to suffering
 Another controversial film.

Tongue in awe of everything,
A person's skin, drugs, and shit, 
A couple of drinks, anything.

From the corrupted, crimson,
Flutter of bird wings, doves,
Miracles and gifts,
Not subversive intents.

Percussion until,
Succussion, until,
Sloven, summons me.

If you want proverbs I will,
Certain colors are green,
And some never will be.

Another person's dreams, 
Shouldn't matter to a murderer, 
But what for do you kill,
Stab and maim?

Gord

2024-09-23 09:22 pm

I wish I had just spawned in, 
Forget what I saw before death.
In the end, I'm done with fights,
Aquamarine, unto the skies.
Blue after, and until midnight.

I have between Ral, Tal,
About what is right. 
God of the Sun,
In the end.
For you, insight.

Racoons, fire,
Costumes, liars.
In the end,
Just to win like them.

I just want, to feel whole again,
Like I had one hundred lives,
Blue painted wall, sofa bed.

Gord

2024-09-02 09:22 pm

Narrow perceptions,
Narrow affections,
Despite prayers, attention,
Yellow shell for protection.

State your objections,
Friends for protection. 
But in your profession, 
You need a director,
For help, or whatever, 
For the show you live in.

And they have their agenda,
Sex, successors, buzz levels,
Namely, making you famous. 

Yet, if you know contentment,
Can you ask god, 
Inside somewhere, is there yellow?
I feel life swallowed me whole,
Until I crack, cry and bellow,
Like whales beneath the waves.

Gord

2023-11-16 04:57 am

What was I to be?
A hive of bees? I see.
Time; clouds.
Sky; crowns.
Cries, foul: "I'm tied down."
She said as I vied for relief.
Time, dreams,
Lies, deceit,
"I'm drowning". Pleas,
Screams of an ice house,
Before it lies in the deep.
Now...
What am I to be?
Composer of songs,
Giver of feelings?

What is high to a beast?
Fire, disease. What is mine.
Like piles at the keep,
Rivals final meetings,
Some spend life on things.
I, much like a beast,
Divide things in half, 
Decide, with a hand, rights to be.

So, What was I to be?
Probably nothing.
Feeding my cows, starving,
Alike to the sea.
Some sing in the choir,
Some sit in the seats.
Some write, despite reason,
Until, like an ice house,
They find reasons to leave.

Gord

2021-12-22 01:52 am

Mollasses, grasses,
So slowly time passes,
Until masses stand up.

Hunt and hunt and hunt,
Fuck and fuck and fuck.
Until nothing is left,
Eating worms, grubs and bugs.
Sovereign and one language,
But towers are what we love,
Mountains of Earth, plum
Counter-part to flowers,
Darkness, we become.

Gord

2021-09-16 08:48 am

Truffle, my gems are gone.
All bets are off.
Swan, water, ruffles,
Trouble underwater,
The fish will balk:
Death march talk becomes bubbles, 
They beg off, shot in the stomach,
Test nothing, swim to the bottom.

Lord, I spoke to God.
Soft, I sodded off.
Man, laughter, shuffle,
Trouble in the park,
People just forgotten:
Talking until nonsense,
Their tussles long,
Of consequence and knowledge,
Then replaced by logs.