Gord

2025-12-08 08:38 pm

Disdain of flesh, 
Decay of sense, 
Working late, again,
It remains unsaid. 

Burning bayonets, 
Arms, upon a chair,
I, long to embrace myself, 
Instead of remain unsaid,
Undead and lifeless.

Gord

2025-11-20 07:25 pm

Best dressed, twelve steps,
Yes, Yes... I hear you again.

All spells in the end cast death:
Glass tears the flesh,
Mirror bears the self.

Upon an iris fairer sex,
Fake friend, fake friends,
Upon a whitened feather bed.

What next?
All the white dissolves to red.

Gord

2025-10-03 06:47 am

First of being, just first reciever, 
From the cathedral, screaming,
Puppet Jesus upon the strings,
Love only for freedom, not people,
He cares not what they need.

First of being, crawling from the sea,
Into the cathedral, screaming,
Puppet Jesus upon the strings!
Love for only freedom,
He cares not what they need!

Gord

2025-07-22 03:10 am

Lettuce beyond where fences meet,
Energy drink then vodka or whiskey,
Every time, Identity card, receipt.

I don't care what it's called, 
I don't care what it costs,
At the end of the song, repeat.

Let us be, upon the senses, feeling,
Identity play: Sinatra, Springsteen.
Every time I vent, it set me free.

At the end of the day, 
I don't care what it's called,
I dont care what it costs, 
In the end, sunsets to dawn, repeat.

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

2025-06-18 03:16 am

Fist, upon brickwork, in repetition,
My impression is the stigma persists,
It's an effect of my symptoms...

In reminiscence, problems were clear,
Upon a cliff, above the tar pits,
I think of a picture with scribbles on it,
It's funny, small things, in the end,
Even left in place, I would jump to my death.

Vodka Tonic, Kalamata olive,
My impression is the addiction persists, 
It's effectively my existence.

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

2025-05-14 02:03 am

Groundhog, I never fly away,
Into the earth, frantic I dig.
What for tomorrow,
What for today?

More dirt upon skin,
Claws upon a fist,
Fear is it never ends.
What for tomorrow?
What for today?

The world awaits,
Green to brown,
Brown to grey.

Take from me, hero:
I run off to the distant,
Chased by the snake.

Gord

2025-04-28 10:46 pm

Fire, flames upon a hoop,
I, am drawn. Eraser, 
Dissolve, dissolute.

Child's play, inside a room,
Drive talk, eyes and hearts,
Upon her arm, should she draw?

Never again can she feel loss,
I, am drawn, she says, to darkness,
Never again will she see stars,
Never again will she be wrong, 
Never again can she feel love. 

Eraser, darker hues.
Paper rips in two,
Reddish shade of blue,
Fire, flames upon a hoop.

Gord

2025-03-18 06:55 am

Like swans meeting. 
Teneseee whiskey,
Back upon a back,
Cocaine and piercings, 
Neck upon a neck, 
Feelings, et al. 

So, I'm not enough after all,
Dance halls, dogs and baseball, 
I guess you know it, et al.

Gord

2025-02-11 07:33 am

To the final, pathetic, vocal squeal:
Drum trials, pathos in guitar steel,
Reference, for the crowd to cheer.

What is gone, but was never there?
What is a woman? Complacent?
Like God, you take a bucket,
Drown her in rainwater, 
It remains clear. 

Her body is still good for fucking. 
His money is still good for fucking, 
Her body is still good for fucking,
Nothing.

Ink then vinyl, out into the real,
Drum trial, pathos to the feeling,
Defence for the crowd that cheers.

What is gone, but was never there?
Magic, you chose a career,
Not a life path.

Defend that! 

Missives you can't recite back,
Missiles, like knives to the back,
Missing like writing upon a staff. 

Music was a mistake in the end,
Mythic, like an axe upon a head,
Without your controller in hand,
What is gone, but was never there?

Gord

2025-01-30 03:49 am

Where does the red end?
Bench press, breath test,
Desk chair, ceiling fan:
You hope to get to live again.
Jump rope, feeling breasts,
Best friends, sleeping bags.

Then into the night, like assent...
That's a life you never lived.

Town by town, you lay a brick,
Build a house, inhale a bit. 
Where, from does cedar sprout?
Far away from shit like this.
How are you about playing music?

Cedar necks, hands tight around,
Beating skin, women. Beans again,
Upon a page then: demons, hell.

What is a stranger, to a friend?
Follower, liar, charlatan,
I would never knew, you were never there.

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

2024-11-12 06:54 am

Green, along patio frames, 
Garnet sees it as home,
Blue sees it as being alone, 
Raspberries, being absorbed. 

Pierre to Marie,
Canoes, or ferry? 
Whatever floats. 

But blue upon blue? 
I had higher hopes,
Like you were alchemy in war.

Gord

2024-11-06 06:52 am

Rose gold chrome horns,
Like cardboard clothes, 
Cold, associates sorrow, 
Unworn, uneven tomorrow. 
So bow your head forward,
Lift yourself up, divide me whole. 

I stand naked before you, 
Like I play with hands both,
Like I tap, dance, as a show,
I do for all you know, I suppose.

Upon her form, both hands,
Avacado toast, buttery bread,
Guitar solo overtop the prose,
Alcohol in her mouth, floor, 
Softcore porn, popcorn snow, 
Relationships in rondo form.

I just wish I knew something more.

Gord

2024-10-21 09:30 pm

Chestnut, voices,
Gone are the old days,
Better choices,
Monochrome planes.

Upon canvas the mind paints, 
Scarlet the shade,
Far from water and rain.

Gone are the old days,
Fire took the farm. 

Childhood sweethearts, 
I could be wrong,
But fire looks good, to us all,
When it's on a smaller scale,
But on canvas or stage, 
Fire, has no proper place. 

Soon you'll see, things gone away,
I could be wrong, fire looks good,
When upon a crown and on a face.

Maybe one day you'll see these things,
Not the sullen, lonely greys.

Gord

2024-10-17 07:11 am

What do all men have in common? 
Red, rattling armor,
Ass and breasts in their dogma, 
Actions in concert.

I suppose it's my problem...
Like cinnabar bath water,
and fear of god.

What do all red have in common?
Whatever shade, inside they want. 
Blue reflects poorly upon, 
Such asks their goddess.

Chris Adler stamps his feet,
Sick, he begs for his bottles,
I suppose it's Travis Barker's problem...

Gord

2024-09-26 09:15 pm

Blue, green,
In between,
To me?
It's everything.

But they only see through me,
Shield to shield, grit teeth,
Never can I achieve peace. 
It never appealed to me, 
Supposedly. 

But, little does,
Just a few blue themes. 

So, to routine...
For you, more meaning.
Cold reading: "horses,
leeches". 

Vernacular dances, 
In between:
Lavender, Lapis,
Cerulean.

Javelins, catchers,
In between:
Distance, anger,
Foolishness.

But, that's not how they saw me. 
Target practice, fresh meat,
Free of lines like double basses, 
Yet to see it's own selfish strings.

Yet, upon a blue sky, I fly and sing.