crybaby

2020-08-14 09:18 am

im so high
and not because of drugs
but because of love
it’s alright
i said what ive said
and i meant what ive meant
it’s so nice

i just wanna be yours
wanna be close
wanna mean more
to you
i just wanna see you
wanna kiss you
wanna hear more
from you

and baby maybe it’d a big mistake
to tell you i cant live without you,
but only the dead dont make mistakes
and im so alive when i think ‘bout you.

i hope you’ll find peace in me
cause i found peace in you
and i know that im kinda freaky,
it’s cuz im crazy in love with you.

for freedom id give my life 
for love id give my freedom 
for you id give my love
my life now has a reason 

im trying so hard not think about you,
not fall in love with you.
but what if it’s too late?
and if it’s too late,
baby what should i do?

what should i do when everything’s against this love?
what should i do when i dont know what you want?
what should i do when i have so many questions
but dont know the answers?
what should i do when,
what should i do when,
baby what should i do?

Gord

2020-07-21 05:28 pm

A voice brittle, fawning,
Lost in eyes are appearance,
Yet words speak like songbirds,
Though simple, like acrostics.

If you can understand the point,
Does also your voice hurt,
 from screaming?
Do you need more caustic ideas,
 to dissolve your dreams?

My meaning, yours,
Our meeting curt, 
Can I find you feeding on lifeless birch,
With food superior for a life of wood?
Who fights against fascist sons,
Racist daughters to which they sum?
Who resolves just to be,
Sits aside until the burning stops.

What is beauty in a psalm?
Without the son, the daughter,
Is the sport lost?
Where the ice is more soft,
A cross stick, a want,
Whistle wanton, a decision.
To sit in a box, with conscious,
Or a sideline life to correspond
With your winnings.

Gord

2020-02-04 02:02 pm

What can be said of a murderer?
That he murdered? Who says?
Is he a murderer himself?
What can be said of a mayor,
That he favours? Who says,
Probably the favoured themselves.

So what can be said?
Of purchases and retreats,
Of those who sit in seats,
Simply judging those without.
What can be said,
Is it they are not discrete,
Prejudice lacking feeling.

So forge me a document,
Implore me to destroy it.
For it contains denouement,
If destiny is to employ it,
It will be my dog to walk.

Gord

2019-12-30 06:56 am

Does one write music, 
Tunes or conclusions,
When tongued foolish?
Could God write a poem,
So deep and wholesome
 he could not read,
Without tears in tandem?
Feet so sore-stung,
Like a horse in the open,
 he would forever run,
Chasing free of freedom,
At best, to never love.

Gord

2019-11-12 07:25 am

Write not of tramplings,
Tramp whispering, quiet:
Were you to write a hymn,
For him, would it be so pious,
So timeless, could it be?
Could you close your eyes,
See peonies in a garden?

What is a peony, but alive,
Without a whistler to guide?
What is my life, but pennies,
Withstanding misers in life,
What is the point, but a sword,
Curt be I to point or hide.

Gord

2019-01-15 03:31 pm

They ask for more free verse,
Ironically I ask for freedom.

Turn yourself, the sun faces west,
Learn your self looking into distance,
A poem of story, rhetoric important.
He just tells of lions and beasts,
Ire and deceit, lies succinct,
Are my poems of heart not complete,
Even if truth is too foolish to be?

Future hard to see, a pence to me, 
Fences mended where darkness meet,
A dense man where the larkin leap,
Without them where would we be?
A garbage heap, a fence two feet,
A garbage pile, a fence of three,
A garbage life, spend barking of time,
Not mine but others, I covet.
My duvet stained with oil, lovely,
When was it worth more, white forlorn
Or in a pile on the floor disgusting?

Gord

2019-01-09 12:52 pm

I write without notes,
No goblins, or hope,
Aftermath nonsense. So?

I write long-form cribs,
Despite shotguns, dibs,
Despite skunks glibs:
Seven, Eight. 
Eight, Nine.
Just in time, coughing:
"Forgive my hands,
I am pandering, but
All I wish is to climb,
My trip divine,
My lips atwine, 
Would you be so suited,
Had I not arrived?"

In the middle, my tie mismatches,
Patchwork outfits, simple acids.
Dissolve an owners possessions,
Would ten not ask, where are my people,
Clothes and houses?
I would think at last, and note it,
Seven ate nine hungry and homeless,
To not play such a hand, preposterous.
By standards awful and longing,
With numbers staging off-brands.

Gord

2018-10-24 05:31 pm

Bartlett pears, dare i say, or shout,
Without is life austere, my world grey.
Some juicy poetry I heard today:
"With my hands so sticky,
A world become so tricky,
So quickly the armoire useless,
Of rickety fences, my house is."
I spoke it, To save face,
Bartlett pears are on their way.

Gord

2018-04-03 07:08 am

Lemons lie, apt,
Lime euchre too,
Not unlike jazz.
Timing foolish,
Notation tulips,
Rhythm moonlit,
Foregoing movies then beauty.

Routine flows like gravy,
Poutine without cheese,
Potato man, Potato head,
But smell bueno,
She relents.

The Sophist

2018-03-26 08:06 pm

Sheep are brainwashed fools
Blind to truth within the truth
Put jade coloured glasses on
Undistort the view

Saw it in your neighbourhood?
Call in to the news
Heard your neighbours arguing?
Call in for the troops

Acting as we're wise and old
Ladies on the stoop
Nag and nag and nag some more
Until all is good

Sheep are awful neighbours
Imagine if you would
To baa and baa and then
Be still misunderstood

Gord

2018-01-09 07:37 am

Calculated lies of mitigation,
Circumventing a sky, of no direction,
Stars without conviction, shy to glow.
Mine to hold, like guy insecure,
They lie themselves, of times of old.
 Of Starlight swung across the shores,
However permanent their sky azure.
Like fire burns, administered thrones,
A King burns, as his kingdom below.
Too hot to be stolen, too hot to hold,
Yet hands like cold, death incarnate.
Lies foretold of fellowship honest,
History written of crying sole.

Gord

2017-12-20 09:55 am

I write without relent,
Lawn ashen, body bent,
Fawn bashful, words pawn.
I write without intent,
Politic truth, not respect.

Words choleric, forested,
Another blonde moribund;
Floral, me'er ornament,
Porcelain and floor clung;
Flies flying and food dung,
No chloroseptic rush.

Sitting alone, he claims,
Throne vacant, citrus grown,
Plain clothes, no Satan.
He makes popular statements,
Pandering blatant, but fun,
Worldview of a drunk taken.

Full of heart,
Dull as garbage, trumped,
Meandering serious,
Meaning wallet plump,
Friends gone, blunt,
Ledge found, jump.

The Sophist

2017-10-30 07:02 pm

A bitter republic weeps out "woe is me," 
Holding on to hopeless baffling beliefs,
Nothing is sacred if it won't fill their needs,
Yet when they're finished, they stay on their knees,
Speaking aloud "Sir, I want some more."
Straight from the movies without saying please.

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.

Gord

2017-04-21 12:00 am

Taste manufactured,
Inner eye manic,
Skills casual,
Desires casual,
If employers pass on you,
The endless job, application.
And the world turns without.

Gord

2017-04-06 12:00 am

All of our dreams,
All of the seen,
Streets of gold,
Earth paved silent.

Fervor of the dying,
Nobody truly leaving,
Merely living their lives.
No victims of violence, 
No solace from desire.

Further pushed from an entirety,
Exquisiteness of machined life.
Pursuant of milled tile,
Years of desire, without fight,
The boxer stands ready,
Hands firmly at his side, 
Resolve still unbroken,
Acceptance in his mind.

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.

Gord

2017-01-24 12:00 am

Bed rest undeservant, he turns.
Making up words as he goes,
The world follows through,
Exiting without him.

God of the chimes,
Wind-bound and determined,
Makes the rules as he goes,
The world passes laws,
Existing without him.