Pack Of Lies

Pack of Lies

i had written the book

cover to cover on

the philosophy

with enough hard work in life

you could achieve anything

but it’s high time

to close that damned book

on American dreams

toss that poorly written

over rehearsed book

into that heap known as

file thirteen

because it’s nothing

but a pack of damned lies

and who would know

the storyline better

than the author

who never once

saw it come true

before her very eyes?

—©g.a.meeder, 2017®

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Guilty As Charged

 

Guilty As Charged

I had to stop the noise
for it had become my failures
from which there had been
no pause for escape
so that I could settle
my scores of ill fate
hidden within human frailties
when I realized who are
we really competing up
or against?
all these imaginary battles
in this hard fought
but easily lost race
other than ourselves
and in that moment
I didn’t even recognize
until I wiped the
condensation off
the bathroom mirror
that it was the woman
in the mirror staring
back at me
with that harsh
judgmental look
upon her face…
—©g.a.meeder, 2017®

 

 

Mount of The Gallows

Mount of The Gallows

In Orwellian like silence
we sit stunned, circling around
pacing nervously,
skittish on rock bottom
hardened floors of reason that creak
in times of nervous disparity
nodding off into wee hours of daylight
giving the newly elected emperor
in rich man’s clothes
every benefit of doubt
because a falsely inflated ego
needs to come out smelling like a rose
covetously taking every shard
of our rights, our freedoms
offered up like a sacrificial lamb
to a reckless naïveté
dragging it along
with our lady of liberty
mounting her
and all she upholds
high with esteem for
what America once was
for the dreamers who dared
to dream the dream
all the way to the gallows
and nobody hears her screams.

—©g.a.meeder, ®2017

Thrown

Thrown

she is brought crashing

down to the ground

in the heat of the hunt

flesh is torn, ripped, shredded

teeth tear into muscle

crack on bone

what democracy looks like

when to the wolves

it is thrown.

—©g.a.meeder, 2017® 

Endless Sky

Endless Sky

she ignited the horizon

ablaze in golden streaks

of promise that spoke

boldly of day’s end

as night snuck in upon us

covering the western skies

in blankets of twinkling stars

prodding us in wise,

ancient native voices.

what took you so long

to discover this spot

where you are?

our eyes shush their voices

as they wander wall to wall

beacons of lights across the

land of endless sky

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®

Best Of Days

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Pine Tree Haven

Best of days

golden sun will lower her gaze

behind blushing stratus laced clouds

over seasonally timed

dramatic displays of sunsets

guiding us arise to kinder days

which will cast shadows

on trees that genuflect awe

in earthly praise

uttering murmurs as they wave

with chilled to a crisp night air

lightly stroking our cheeks

with secrets they can no longer keep

because soon they will play a concerto

of colors in high sopranos, in low altos

brushstroking themselves

with colors ablaze

giving us the promise of

our best of days.

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®

*Photo of Pine Tree Haven & Best of Days

Are expressively mine by artistic & creative design.

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®*

Hangman

Hangman

the only reason

there is on the planet earth

for her silence is

that she was giving him just

enough rope to hang himself.

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®