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M Gordon Meier May 2013
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I push away the best case

Scenarios some strive and others **** for.

Hoping for the best, and feeling the worst

of a situation not nearly as

Completely

Absolutely

horrifying as I put it out to be

In my mind.

Welcome to a club I like to call

Thinkers anonymous

Take a seat, we’ll begin shortly

Promptly hoping to hope for something more acceptable to yourself and not the world a round be cause you feel the claws of reality and the socially accepted social norm of your time SINKING

Into your back

and dragging

You back

To reality
M Gordon Meier May 2013
I am issuing a postmodern offensive on the retrocultural routine

an exhalation of postindustrial and reinstallation of irreproachable

Intertextual, multivocalities of the avant-garde and postcolonial others

dealing a degendered-(King)sian discourse on equality


This is an attack on normal

a breath of fresh air

A war cry of weirdos

a dagger to the fair
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M Gordon Meier May 2013
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There

In my Drowsiness

Drumming on my moon

nothing

Feet as misery

Hands as despair

but by

From before

I was roused wicked

Voice Failed

Lost

Disheveled

Once I finally wept

Hoping instead of seeing

Reaching rather than grasping

You’re my blows made wide

Cleansed acceptance

Warmth restored the better part of me now



What am I to do?

in sleep

again

terrified i

and

and…

here

You few bushes

With Grief allowed voices

Interspaced With

– — –

forgotten
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M Gordon Meier May 2013
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Last night

my eyes

discoursed in Reality

welcomed Insanity

Love

said to me

“I see you.

trivial indifferences.

running rampant.

close hearted.

frozen.”

Frightened eyes rose

but not to Love

and Love

said to me

“There is nothing

that I am not.

Now

be silent”
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M Gordon Meier May 2013
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Held* at

knifepoint up

wondering which way’s

down.

Because

pushing up

is enough

when you’ve always been

Beaten

*Down.
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M Gordon Meier May 2013
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The wall of reality

was not built

to contain
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M Gordon Meier May 2013
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Raw flame

blue green

and Red

Hot

igniting

at every touch

But we

Too busy chasing

Coattails of Love

Ignorant Bliss

Mistake it for Frostbite

And cut

our

Losses
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M Gordon Meier May 2013
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If my heart could thirst

and words could quench

would you

monsoon   ?
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M Gordon Meier Jun 2013
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I never could have

Dreamed

of falling asleep

with you in my arms

but that’s ok

because now

all I need

is to close my eyes

and

Remember
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M Gordon Meier Jul 2013
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how enamored
i became
when i awoke
next to you
and realized
making love
was not a
nightly contingency
but an
every-moment-of-every-day
reality
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M Gordon Meier Oct 2013
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How long
must I
remain strong
Before my
Opalescent dreams
Teem down
upon my daily scene
and memories turn
Nacreous
with the apathy for what was
and empathy for what is

I'm not asking
for a clock
Just a dinner bell
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M Gordon Meier May 2013
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I'm having an #existentialmeltdown, irony implied, pun intended

A concentration on alienation and that's a fact, whether it matters or not, based on the calculated casualties of Sartre and Camus

because

They focused on the death of others and flipped to new meaning the meaning of life and all it's intricacies

Not to rant, whether it matters or not, but by and by I've watched time fly and I'm not quite done

Yet

Not quite finished

Yet

Not quite, not quite, not quiet because I've got

lines to lay and verses to spill

rhymes to say and poems to ****

take this, I pray, use it as you will

And, whether it matters or not,

Live
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M Gordon Meier Oct 2013
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I'd give the world and a half for;
Eye cracked opened
Stray strands of black
Blink.
Back of an ear
Beautymark-spotted neck
Blink.
Hands clasped, held close, warmth.
Together.
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M Gordon Meier Oct 2013
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You make about as much sense to me as
lemon head choir,
bike tire blues,
and screen door silence.

But that's the only way I'll take it.
Because when given the choice between insanity and you,
the reality of you
proves to be so much more than I know what to do with.

Something this,
Something that,
Something you.
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M Gordon Meier Oct 2013
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'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
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M Gordon Meier Nov 2013
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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
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M Gordon Meier Nov 2013
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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.
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M Gordon Meier Nov 2013
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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
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M Gordon Meier Nov 2013
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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
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M Gordon Meier May 2013
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3:17 AM

****

Not again
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M Gordon Meier May 2013
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I – have this dream

Red and yellow swirls – across a field bathed in summery golden, sunset shine

Twisting and twirling, dancing together in love-faked hate

Some would call the roses two

Their colors different, they cant be one

But up from the ashes, as proof to the masses, denying the undeniable, THE undeniable truth, that not only were they equal, the same, but ONE according to their roots and ancestral bearings! That the time spent spending time in separation was in vain because all that was priory believed is now rendered unbelievable and all that wasn’t – is

I have this dream

That even though, the lights been off, we can turn to our inner glow

It slowly rises, rising slowly but surely, making sure its taking its time to make TIME the one thing it wont run out of

Because in this world of today

We have many more tomorrows

And tomorrow holds more promise than any of us dare to hope for today

“I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed

I have a dream today”



yea, I have this dream

But then I wake up
M Gordon Meier May 2013
The pastimes of our youth

Become contrastingly vivid

As we climb

But our current situation

Reveals to drag us back

So we fall

It’s a meditation

An investigation

To someday break the chains

That hold us

And mold us

To who we are today
M Gordon Meier May 2013
I wish I could wander

Break from the ******* of daily life

Because its about that time for me

To reevaluate the life choices I’ve made

And this time

I’m finding that

That time

Is harder to reconcile

My moments arrived to release myself

Let me break these chains

And find the man I’m yet to become
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M Gordon Meier May 2013
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I want to be the voice for those who have not yet found their own

I won’t say I’m better

Or smarter

Because one day I won’t be

You see I’m laying the ground works for a generation facing the liberation of so much more then any know

I want to be the cover story that inspires

The horror story that stirs

The epic that emboldens

Let me be what so many were for me so that one day our words may resonate

Je pense donc je suis
M Gordon Meier May 2016
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.
M Gordon Meier Feb 2014
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.
M Gordon Meier Jul 2015
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
M Gordon Meier Oct 2013
I have one of mine.
Lets use a knife &
Moonlight

It was then I realized
Slumber did elude

I cannot tell
why the eye
fenestrated heights,
Perpetuated nights
Eternally Ethereal

racing
racing
racing
.FREEZE.
Proceed with caution
then revert
to beginnings

When will you Release the Balloons?
M Gordon Meier Dec 2013
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
M Gordon Meier Jul 2015
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
M Gordon Meier Oct 2013
Let me penguin you a pebble 
And poem you a porch swing.
I'll swap some skittles if you share your whipped cream 
Cause we're sweet
And you’re my hot desire (inferno-ed passion)
How can they tell me I’m not crazy
When there's heaven behind your lips
And windows to your soul
Oh! Them eyes doh 
Captivate my every thought, move, thought, word.
Thought: you make my world spin
But stand still when I’m with you
I’ve got the feels, by the way
In a way I can’t quite articulate
It's reaching the top step before noticing I've started climbing
It's walking half way to class before realizing you're the soundtrack I've been marching to
Then deciding it's best not to skip this song and trek on through this demi-silence 
It's falling asleep next you when there's no place.
Ever.
I'd rather be
You make me forget to breathe

— The End —