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  Sep 2016 The Dedpoet
Mike Hauser
I just happened to find this Gizmo
In my bottom left hand drawer
Now I take it with me
Everywhere I go

I take it out to play
I take it into work
I spend time with my Gizmo
For all that Gizmo's worth

It changes color often
Like a woman changes moods
So I can wear it with any outfit
On any day I choose

It also hums Broadway tunes
If ever we get bored
He and me tap our feet to disco beats
When dancing is in store

I hear that no two Gizmos
Excatly are the same
If you care to show me yours
I promise to show you mine

Life for me has not been the same
That I can guarantee for sure
Every since I found that Gizmo
In my bottom left hand drawer
  Sep 2016 The Dedpoet
Mike Hauser
I just happened to find this Gizmo
In my bottom left hand drawer
Now I take it with me
Everywhere I go

I take it out to play
I take it into work
I spend time with my Gizmo
For all that Gizmo's worth

It changes color often
Like a woman changes moods
So I can wear it with any outfit
On any day I choose

It also hums Broadway tunes
If ever we get bored
He and me tap our feet to disco beats
When dancing is in store

I hear that no two Gizmos
Excatly are the same
If you care to show me yours
I promise to show you mine

Life for me has not been the same
That I can guarantee for sure
Every since I found that Gizmo
In my bottom left hand drawer
The Dedpoet Sep 2016
Every death is a soul,
The soul knows no time;
And yesterday is here
With dew renewing
Under same skies
    The voices that echo
And the same stones
Thrown as a child
Still exist
Day of night
   Under a strange star-

  Your loss is an eclipse
Of a lonely sun.
  Sep 2016 The Dedpoet
Onoma
Universe is just
another word
for a greater
sense of a moment...
these are created
and destroyed
every moment.
These eyes blink
to signify so--it's
when they stop
blinking...that creation
sees destruction, destruction
sees creation perfectly.
  Sep 2016 The Dedpoet
Poetic T
I keep a trinket of our love,
its stained with the silhouette
of what was in my grasp.

I cut my fingers upon that
figure, that meaning of what
it meant to love you this much.

My wrist knows  it bleeds as I cant
resist the urge to feel tee moment
you felt my love cut into you.
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