The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts

From Kings to Paupers

A king’s crumb The pauper’s pearl ~MG~ Kings, they sit amongst each other, feasting on rum and wine. They eat and drink, mock laymen and slash servants for fun. The kings awake the next morning with bitter hangovers,… 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

To: You

To You: I’m out of words. A thousand pages of poetry later and I’ve one conclusion: I don’t need you as much as you think I do but I want you I miss you and I love you… Read More

Vengeance is Not Mine

You have an empire. A kingdom, almost. It comprises of those who fear you. They do not love you. They hate you. And I will watch as your empire crumbles before you. As all your material and concrete… Read More