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 Mar 2021 As it is
Mike Hauser
Rules
 Mar 2021 As it is
Mike Hauser
I'm a tad bit curious
As to who made up the rules
That I'm supposed to hate you
For what you do or do not do

And you in turn hate me
For what you do and do not see
In my life that does not align
With what you believe

Why can't we all
Just try and get along
Take a chance in this dance
Harmonizing life in song

Can't I just be me
And can't you be you
You and me, free and easy
Living life by our own rules
 Aug 2017 As it is
Artistry
A woman's life is full of men.
They each see her as a prize.

A thing to touch and maybe hold.
Not intelligent. Not wise.

I am an object to you.
Walking ******* and skin.

You only think of what to say.
In the chance I might let you in.

My thoughts are deep
and my emotions pure
I have no time for boy games anymore.

My heart is full of pent up rage
Because I am an object to you.
Can't you see that the truth is...

You are an object to me too.
 Aug 2017 As it is
Kevin
Mystery of the vanishing hills along the old silk routes.
near unused spirit houses i saw a church.
at my feet i noticed the minor compartments lie in
where the Spanish rancheros once lived and worked.

Golden fleece of dixie,
beyond wind shaped cypress trees of giants and dwarfs
aquamarine water gently washes, trapped by falling tide,
a herd of whales meets death ashore

bishops had thrown out all the devils,
man with ginger colored hair and chocolate skin,
decorated with intricate tattoos
from high in the air on the island
i crossed a channel to another part

oh yes, the spirit houses remain
but hiking trails lead to streams
valley in a winter mood; photograph
the wrinkled and gently contoured mountains

for four days we wandered
monks hope the disillusioned, skeleton of the ox.
somebody knew, i was coming.
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