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 Apr 2015 Simpleton
Mike Hauser
...and when you bury me
bury me happy
when you lower me down
make sure you smile
if it were up to me
i'd have you sing
and bring all the old stories out

...and when you bury me
bury me simple
cover my grave with red clay
and on my head stone
say
"not a one did morn"
as we sent this dear soul on its way
 Apr 2015 Simpleton
Jan Harak
One day, maybe this is the day
I will become thin air for you
when you burn the house to ashes
and step all over it in shiny new Prestige shoes
your chest will rise as you inhale
the smell of victory
I hope you'll choke on it.
They leave a bad taste,
Bitter on the tongue;
The words I never said.

They fluttered around,
Desperate to escape,
But I swallowed them whole.

I love you,
I hate you,
Please don't go.

I swallowed them,
but it sickened me
to keep them contained.
The ghosts of the things I never said haunt me
I hope heaven is real,
because I know you'll be happy
for the first time.
If there is a paradise,
I hope you're there.
Go to sleep before you dream.*
I've come to enjoy dreaming
far more than waking;
so much so, that I forget
to remember that I am awake.
Drifting mind and drifting eyes,
I swear, I want to be somewhere else.
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