Words have less to do
with ideas than actual things,
White, whiteness, and milk-whiteness
are three completely different distinctions,
and comprehension attributed to
connotation falls flat when you say
God.
His name, Empty,
not uttered, small White cot
upon which she rested, at last
—
gathp
—
good fortune, great life,
tangible reality
Destroyed honest(l)y.
Marks on page maneuver different directions
when meaning misrepresents reality.
Locke sent the message, Mill
tagged it, but oblivious you received it;
“Happiness, love, comfort. In no other
way would I have spent life than with you.”
How one can stumble at the Other’s
—
gathp
—
Crumble
A Milk White Whiteness washed over her,
whispered last words, tunneled vision.
The still sheet, face up, veiled eternally
the source of being loved vehemently,
he wept for new empty name.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
He showed up, un announced, and
threw down his rake. He shrieked,
"Where's my money!?" pause "I wantnaw
it Nowon!" Easy,easy. Not worth It. Voice
s in my head whisper/dance excuse. Oh!
A rock painted red, plastered to
my hand, fell with Finality. Gathp
What have I done pause I Need to
Hide it! Disgust. Animal. Fabulous I Cage
d Locked Halp. They whisper still. so?
I fantasize about it sometimes...
Hiding in My room, terror de murderer
"I heard the Thuds" pause "But I could
Not move.." Gentle, now. Adhesion applications
serve best on 1 try. I lost count. Row!
Time, dropped the ball, most a dem
What waste..Tears..mine? It just no,
"We are here always" pause "It is all
an illusion?" The man, this man, was/
is not worthy. His brain Melts. Now
Listen
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
Will you wander.......whi/le I
will wander..............shy - I'll
Save you a tree stump, but buy me a limb.
I swear I'm not bleeding, dad,
dismissed on a whim.
"four score and seven years ago" he poached
"Teach me," moaned glamorous I...
iridescent eyed ash-fall that's so fetch.
So fetch? Dumb.
Beauty before age in my mined mind
still digging, a fool's gold "jackpot"
- reeling on a questionably marked
'x' - the spot. Kicked in reality?
Said staunch defender?
Be-bop zue-dot, absolutely not.
Plop that snot - gentle tho,
yet a youth - the tru might round
come to repeat last night's too
too late sun-slide skyset.
If only I could, would I would?
My head-throb, desistant it breaks.
Salt and Honey occupy my time.
M Gordon Meier
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 8:13 PM UTC
Insomuch as your eyes
whose gaze castrated rays
of golden summery sunset shine.
Who beneath cascading faux catalysts,
capsized in bad Faith,
punch-drunk-love assumed
a more subtle form.
But the scope of harshity,
contingent on reality,
never so sea-deep rolled
until day broke dawn
and hope's first light
precipitated the tetronimos of life
perfectly aligned.
So hurtle your defiance at the stars.
Because my love for you
is as much a roof
as the hole-poked legions
of heaven's souls
hold my company
on warm summer nights.
Summer nights that I dreamt of
you without a face,
love without a name,
and life with a purpose.
I am the universe
and this is your playground.
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
I'm a sleepyhead wonder bread
Count my ties and toss them out
Cause caring not meant daring not
And daring lot could beat and drop
Then our eyes met
And time then wept
When seconds wasted realized
They were without you
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 2:03 AM UTC
For so long I contested you
with "I love you more"s
But what happens now
When I couldn't possibly love you any more?
We are held at a mutual love standstill
not caring about the score
In this ceaseless roar
In love
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 11:02 AM UTC
When you: I'll:
Knock Open
Yell Report
Ask Answer
Call Reply
Nod Grin
Write Read
Wink Smolder
Sing Listen
Cry Hold tight
Love You
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 11:00 AM UTC
So, I hurt you
The one I held closest to my heart
The one I promised my sobriety of spirit
But not of mind
Because vividity and lucidity stem together where foundations depart
and that's what I want us to have.
A relationship defined by deference, sustained between lucid and vivid.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 12:55 PM UTC
Watch me bear
Face deep for forethought
Left at the doorstop
Because fear wrangles
What present thought can't CANT grasp
This eternal emotion
This this human commotion
So (please) don't be afraid to say love
If it's for me
Whether it's cried for tomorrow
Or a breath unto yesterday
I'll hear
And I'll read you
Because your body's a novel
Let me take in every page
Every word
And the visually modulating trademark of autumn
Now lacks monotonality
Since forgetting myself in a kiss
But isn't that the point?
When love's white as fire
Thus Spoke Zarathustra
Told of a Übermensch
Und obwohl ich bin nicht der Übermensch
Vielleicht kann ich deinen sein
I can't stop and won't
Unless you want me to
Because for you
I'd hopscotch heartstrings
And crisscross cardiacs
Because all I want
Is you to be happy
(and maybe a little bit naked)
Because you mean more to me than letters mean to words
Than stars mean to sky
And if I Neruda a poem
Will you Fitzgerald a novel
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 7:53 PM UTC
'I'm absolutely mad!' I shouted
'No doubt about it' she replied,
with a look that I'd seen twice before
In those wild eyes
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 2:38 PM UTC