The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts

A Banterous Ode to Tablemat

Lines weaved left right overlapped Generating a pattern for a tablemat Its formulation stares at me as I type these words Onto the screen as my eyes unravel worlds The tablemat is envious that my fingers stroke the… Read More

Writing is Easy, Writing is Hard

Writing is easy when it comes from the heart But from the mind is somewhat hard To ‘feel’ is a constant state-of-being To ‘think’ is to breathe while surviving reality To ‘reflect’ is a path taken only by… Read More

The Romantic In Me

The romantic in me Falls in love with beauty A beauty so real It remains unseen Tis the beauty of a moment Trees — nature’s monument Grapes — that will ferment Leaves — colour grey cement Tis the… Read More

The Black Hole (Part III)

After years of exploring the Black Hole, I returned to humanity. I tried to speak of this experience with humans, but not everyone was as open-minded. Of course, there were some who took an interest and enjoyed hearing… Read More

The Bull

I’m not here to take the pain To shelter you from the storm again I’m not here to suffer the blame To confront the fire that can’t be tamed No, I’m here on my own accord With an… Read More

Time

To you, I write this because I can articulate with my hands better than the occasional eloquence that springs from these lips of mine. Alas, I shall get straight to what I want to say. You. You entered… Read More

As I Lay Dying

(Creative writing, REALLY old one from 2011. Darker writing, found it when I was going through old material.) ——— And as I lay dying, the sounds of the conspirators remind me of who I was supposed to become…. Read More

It’s Good to Be Back

(Disclaimer: If this post causes emotional discomfort, please confront your demons by heeding wise advice.) I was spontaneous yesterday. Now, for those of you who know me — it really does depend which era of me you know,… Read More

Have You Seen Her Write?

Have you ever seen her write? 

Have you ever just sat, and watched her surrender as the paper devoured her soul, as the pen carved into the unmarked linings of reproduced trees? I have. I’ve seen her write…. Read More

Darkness

She was so consumed by her dark side That she saw with her heart and not with her eyes. M.G.

Love is Liberty

A Love Affair

A poem I wrote back in 2007, the year I truly fell in love with the piano.