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Danny Hefer Oct 2014
I'd answer in kind,
but I cannot find
but a hope

My wandering mind
isn't but a child
chained to a kaleidoscope
Danny Hefer Sep 2014
The shiny, glossy shoes you wear to go outside,
and show the world how shiny, glossy your feel.
They are the shoes others will use,
to walk a mile in your life.

However bumpy, however ***** the road,
they won't feel the bumps and dirt,
wearing your glossy, shiny shoes.

Those old, everyday sneakers, they're not that bad,
the inside, shaped to your feet, years after years,
the outside a bit scarred, a bit battered.

Lend them, too, for a mile or two,
so all can feel how strong are your fee
Danny Hefer Jul 2014
If I'd know today
Would be the day
That I lost you

The day all my fear
And all my doubts
Came to be true

I would have prayed
I would have said
It's not too late

Now that light has dimmed and music has lost its color
Hopes of yesterday feel like a dream I'm longing for

You were my home
In a life already too big for two
Here all alone
It's exile, to be far from you
You were my home

Morning will soon come
What will become
Of tomorrow?

Like a vagabond
I'll walk beyond
Lands and sorrow

Follow the sun
And if I burn
Let it be so
This is my attempt at the ritual "breakup poetry". I didn't just break up, I'm perfectly fine. I swear.
  Jul 2014 Danny Hefer
Joseph Schneider
I wish I had enough free time in a day
To express what I truly stand for
I can change people*
I can help
Wish*

-Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved

Sometimes I stay awake at night trying to think of a way I can help people. Without my family going without. It's harder then I anticipated.
Danny Hefer Jul 2014
It is said that the man,
                                      not the gun,
                                                          kills.­
With a gun in your hand,
                                         you're no man,
                                                            ­    but a child.
                                          A child
                                                      who kills.
Danny Hefer Jun 2014
Todesangst notwithstanding,
fingerspitsengefuhl undermines schadenfreude.
Like, you know,
like, literally.
Danny Hefer Jun 2014
While wispy swirls
    silently swept the air.
slowly smoldering,
    vainly vanishing
blown at one end,
    and fire in its hair
A cigarette
    has stopped smoking.
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