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Mike Hauser Feb 9
For everything I've ever done
Or about to do
Every attitude
I continually exude
Every high and mighty
Clearly on display
Every single time
I have wanted it my way
The many bouts I've had
Of my selfishness
I'm asking here and now
Kindly for, forgiveness

For this wall of silence
I have sadly built
All the clashes that I've had
An endless battle of my will
The many times I've lied
Shaving off the truth
This lion mane of pride
I so quickly let fly loose
Everything that I have kept
Nothing more, nothing less
I'm asking here and now
Kindly for, forgiveness
Mike Hauser Feb 8
This Gravy Train is pulling out of the station
Leaving the freeloaders behind
It's never too late to erase mistakes in the making
Saving the taxpayer a whole lot of dimes

Got it all wrong when they stayed too long
Inside of their gambling car
They've wasted our dues to the point they don't
Have any more wishes to throw at the stars

That's what you get with the Government
And not a soul that you know to take blame
They call it a gift when it's our money spent
As we happily wave bye, bye, to The Gravy Train
Mike Hauser Feb 7
In this life of do or die
Could we put it all aside
The senselessness of difference
Between you and I

Have you see the things I see
Are not haphazard crazily
What it looks like from my side
As you’ve been led to believe

Can I do the same for you
Take hate and turn it loose
Do all I can to understand
Exactly what you’re going through

Could we put it all aside
The difference between you and I
Holding hands with less demand
There is no telling what we’ll find

If we put it all aside…
Mike Hauser Feb 6
how many are trapped
with the thoughts that we have
not caring to venture
beyond what's been said

take it as gospel
from those we don't know
gossip and slander
the stirring of souls

a boat with no sail
caught up in the wave
no conviction or will
just do as they say

minds and mouths move
with the pulling of strings
the slightest of tugs
makes us dance and sing

seems we were born
for this circus of sorts
kissing the ring
of those that hold court

particular pawns
in this peculiar game
is there a way to opt out
or are we...Too Late
Mike Hauser Feb 5
Out to lunch this judgmental bunch
At this pressure point in time
Raising our hands to gladly condemn
Those not of the same frame of mind

Quick with the pointing of fingers
Ready with the unsteady hand
How easily we forget to remember
Every last one of us I'd say are the same

We just go about things differently
When saying who's right and condemning who's wrong
We all could be judged-mentally
With no place to sit or foot to stand on

Before you jump on the bus to just fuss and cuss
Remove the plank from your eye
To see clear enough what your brother does
Before you judge what, you do in kind

Out to lunch this judgmental bunch
At this pressure point in time
Raising our hands to gladly condemn
Those not of the same frame of mind
Mike Hauser Feb 4
Here I am beside myself
And find it rather strange
Similar in appearance
Nervous twitch, bogus name

Carrying the same baggage
AKA tasche briefcase
Emotional out of control
The state we’re in as of late

Walking on a thin line
Both without a clue
Of when and where we got here
What he and me seem to do

This out of body experience
Who is who it’s hard to tell
None of this makes much sense
When I’m beside myself
Mike Hauser Feb 4
Seems like every corner
These days there's a sign
Held tight by the hopeless
Can you spare a dime

How many empty haunted eyes
Do we pass each day
With no way to stem the tide
Zombies on display

Looking for direction
The directionless
Times of no conviction
Life a hit or miss

I should not have to wonder
About what I should know
Looking for the answers
To where is all the hope

Grandparents raising children
Abandoned by their kids
If years ago, you would have asked them
Would they have thought to guess this

That this would be their life
Same with the ***** mother
With a family of five
Expecting soon another

Or the young family
That struggles to make ends meet
Living in a beat-up car
On a dead-end street

I should not have to wonder
About what I should know
Looking for the answers
To where is all the hope
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