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You'd be like heaven to touch...I want to hold you so much....


Too good to be true
© Frankie Valli / Four Seasons
Another song for my speed demon angel
 Sep 2018 Mike Hauser
Krizhe Ming
If I believe that I can do it
Will I really do?
If I trust that this too shall pass
Will it really be?

If I hope for something good
Will it happen?
If I move forward
Will I ever go somewhere?

If I try to look ahead
Will I see some light?
If I just continue on
Will everything then be alright?
Had these questions back in 2017 but I guess I still am not sure if I already found the answers now... Well I just hope the answers are all "Yes".

The room in starlight bathed
My body unscathed
Swimming indoors
sheets are shores

Wash over me like the tide
for I don't sleep at night
Swimming indoors
where it always pours

Moon reflection
on my cushion
Swimming indoors
following ancient lores

Diving deep to find
an Atlantis on my mind
Swimming indoors
til reaching the dream's source

And so I go
I bid you farewell
Don't forget
I love you so
this is all I know
all I can tell
For my own sake
I have to find out
not about
what's high
but what is low
so you will find me
way down in the well
under the lake

I know
You still feel the need
to carve your initials
into stones,
into the concrete
All I want is
to leave mine
on your lively skin
along your spine
Don't think
stone would care
for we are nothing but
cycling trivialities
stone won't know
what we'd dare
stone doesn't have
an interest
in our qualities

I know
Now I take
my leave of you
you, the idea
me, something that
wants to be true
But let me promise
you and me
we'll meet
for the first time
before the tide will reach
the last tree
Because then
all books
will be gone
no one there
to sing us
a sad song
And all these words
will be of no avail
and nothing
that now hurts
will prevail

Everything is
inevitably
designed to
disintegrate
the whole of
earths array
linked until the end
inseparably
and all of us
will have to trade
place by place
memory by memory
until we all fade

So I'll hold you
then
just like I now
hold this pen
steady and assured
together
washed upon human life's
last shore
when all's undone
that once was made
I will hold you
and think
what a comfort
this beautiful fate
 Sep 2018 Mike Hauser
Krizhe Ming
Everything begins
As a blank slate
Just so is Life

Like an artwork or a masterpiece
Magnificient as it is
Like a poem or love song
Beautiful as it is
Begins in a blank slate
Just so is Life

With perfect melody
Of personalities and experiences
Variety of tunes
Of knowledge and skills
Colors burst in each blank of slate

Magnificient
Beautiful
Life will be
Tabula rasa, usually translated as 'blank slate' is a philosophical concept that means when a person is born, his mind is completely empty.
 Sep 2018 Mike Hauser
Krizhe Ming
I long
To be loved by you.
Would you look into my eyes
And get me drowned
In your soulful stare?
Envelop me
In your warm embrace
Lovingly... Fondly.
Caress my face
With those gentle hands,
Whisper 'you're mine'
And I'm all yours.
I will
Fall into your trap and
Swear never to escape.
Made this before as I listen to Yiruma's piano piece entitled 'Love Me'...
weakness is the bane of my existence.

if strength were an equation,
my weakness would negate it.

please just let me be strong.

i've made so much progress, after all.

weakness is a Demon
i can’t control.

a Demon that will swallow me whole.
Beware of the emoji man
Who has no real emotions
So he borrows those
Cartoon ones
And thinks that you won’t notice.
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