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 Apr 2013 Tessa F
Mike Hauser
This poem was written for you
Since you've found out life is nothing but hard
No need to mention names
I'm sure you know who you are

Where the only feeling you have
Is that brutal slap in the face
That life in all of it's tragedy
Seems to have strategically placed

At it's very best, this poem
Is a shot in the dark
Firing a glimmer of hope
Piercing the hardest of hearts

It will stand up and honestly say
What we find we can't say for ourselves
Picking out of the blue, what it was meant to
Leaving behind everything else

It's meant to clear the over grown path
Straight to the lost lonely heart
Using all of it's poetic means
To lift you up from where you are

Though it may not be in the running
It still is in the race
Giving just the right measure
Of that much needed grace

This poem is for those lost and alone
With no promise to show in hand
Those sitting at the table empty
Giving up on life's demands

It's here to bring about a change
To help you see through your minds eye
This poem was written for you
At just the right time in your life
 Apr 2013 Tessa F
Chuck
Adroit minds are adamant about arcadian lives

Boorish minds are bellicose and baleful

Adroit and boorish minds must be abolished and banned

For they are dangerous minds
 Apr 2013 Tessa F
dj
Zanarkand
 Apr 2013 Tessa F
dj
During explosions; during raids
after rapes; after slaughters

the curse needs a b odY
a possession; a sort of doll

as the spectral bots whimper,
infected by the curse,
unbeknownst & innocuously enough
"May god be with ye",
it spreads like ghostly ***
to me
it all seems so
horrific
and gor
-y
.
I've always found those polite gesture-sayings like "May God be with the victims" to be so grossly ironic and darkly humorous
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