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 Mar 2013 loric
amt
5 AM love story
 Mar 2013 loric
amt
5 o'clock in the morning,
We're half asleep on the floor.
A conversation that makes no sense,
But to me it might mean more.
 Mar 2013 loric
Mike Hauser
My teeth don't get along these days
They keep grinding each other down
All I can think of is here we go again
Another war between the North and South

If I had not had the ones with wisdom
Removed some time ago
Perhaps they'd all be the best of friends
Something we shall never know

I wish they would listen to reason
Top to bottom, front to back
Then my teeth would stop all this biting
And my mouth could finally relax
 Mar 2013 loric
Mike Hauser
Standing on a busy street corner
When a limo pulls up next to me
Out pops the head of Johnny Depp
(Not the body mind you, just the head)
And asks where's the nearest Dairy Queen

Not one to miss an opportunity
I blurted out I'll show you the way
So that's how the head of "The Depp" and I
Spent time together that day

In his limo he had his makeup artist
Which seemed a bit odd to me
Everywhere the head of Johnny went
It had to dress up for the scene

Since Johnny was drooling a Dilly
First stop Dairy Queen
With Johnny's head as the Mad Hatter under my arm
It was a very strange scene indeed

With me holding onto the Dilly's
And Johnny's head on the counter up front
Mr. Depp was the King at the Queen that day
Though his ice cream licking habit did turn some peoples lunch

Later on passing a Piggly Wiggly
Johnny's head said what's up with that
Told him it's nothing more than a grocery store
His reply was let's give it a crack

So undergoing more of his makeup
And in the blink of an eye
I have the head of Jack Sparrow
In the grocery cart with a bag of Funions by his side

Yes, Johnny Depp's head loves Funions
Which to me really ranks the breath
But who am I to tell a Big Time Movie Star that
I'm not the keeper of his head

He even dressed as Edward Scissorhands
Which didn't turn out quite right
Since Johnny's head has no hands
To hold the famous Scissorhand knives

That day we went to so many places
With every stop a new disguise
I guess for entertainment you do what you can
When all that's left is your head and some of your mind

Whelp, that's about it on this days adventures
Not a whole lot more to be said
As I stood on the street corner waving bye, bye
To the limo pulling off into the sunset, along with the head of Johnny Depp
 Mar 2013 loric
Mike Hauser
Blackbird oh Blackbird
Where is your proud song
I heard you sing in the sixties
Aren't you still downtrodden and all

Have you grown complacent
Did they clip your wings
I marched with your Fathers
They wouldn't hear of such a thing

Why was it they suffered
If not for the chance to be free
They had their eyes on the future
Is this what they wanted to see

The cage that contains you
The latch is on the inside
Blackbird in you is the power
To take freedoms ride

Blackbird oh Blackbird
Where is your proud song
If you'll sing it again
This time we'll all sing along
 Mar 2013 loric
Mike Hauser
I've spoke of the Pork Rind
And my love for it's crunch
Now I must give due credit
To whom I'm having for lunch

The Pig or the "Porkster"
In my circle he's fondly called
But to all the outsiders
He is simply known as the Hog

He comes in many flavors
Bacon, Chitlins, or Ham
There's even an air of mystery
In the can known as Spam

He's at all the major holidays
The guys a Rock Star
Those sweet on him call him Honey Ham
Oh.....you know who you are

Why he's even in China
Where the Royal Family has succumbed
I hear the Emperor's pet name for him is
Pork Egg Foo Young

Well I could go on for days
Talking about that little feller
But could you please pass the Mustard
......preferably the Yeller
Have I mentioned I like Pork?
 Mar 2013 loric
Paul Glottaman
One of these nights...

I will race through broken homes
and closed doors.
I will feel the driving rain
against cold momentum.
I will reach out into the darkness
and know that your hand
will meet my hand.

I will feel around in dust bins
and old insecurities.
I will climb over mountains
of stone and of doubt.
I will believe you when you tell me.
I will try to.
I swear I will.

One of these nights...

I will watch the tail lights fade
into memories we make.
I will force away the guilt
I will...

...One of these nights.
 Feb 2013 loric
Robyn
Fearing God will leave her again
She wakes to an empty house
And screams in the living room
Because you are so, so beautiful
And she was so, so alone
 Feb 2013 loric
Robyn
Dark
 Feb 2013 loric
Robyn
"It's dark in here." it said.
"Yes, quite." I replied.
"Tell me, do you like it that way?" it asked.
"Yes, quite." I answered.
 Feb 2013 loric
Robyn
Grow Up
 Feb 2013 loric
Robyn
Around every corner
I turn and you spit these seething and acidic lies in my face
There is no trust here
You lie and and you use
You've broken his heart
And you think you've got nothing to lose
So you use and you use
How could I ever trust you again?
You make him your friend
You make him your friend
Wrenching his heart from his chest with a grin
Or you'd be blind
Unaware of your sin
In any way you're to blame
This is no longer a game
Grow up now
Stop being a child
You are breaking his heart
And I'm going to go wild
Stand up straight
Listen up
**You simply have to grow up
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