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 Dec 2013 Dánï
Mike Hauser
At least once or twice a week
I visit my parents grave
Reminiscing of the past
Wiping the tears away
Telling them all is fine
And that life is doing okay
Wish that they were still here
At least for another day

I show the picture of my wife
Tell them how much we're in love
And that they now have those grand-kids
Something they always dreamed of
This I tell them every time
They can't seem to get enough
I know how they both would be
So very proud of their son

I bring with me some spray and a rag
To to keep their names and memories clean
I try to be as good to them
As they had been to me
That's why I come here often
Every time that I am free
To give back the love
That they gave so easily

Mom and Dad I know your final days
Were tough for you to go through
But you did it with a smile
Cause that's just what you do
So as I sit here thinking
On that final lasting truth
My only wish this Christmas season
Would be to hold you one more time*
*And tell you again how much I love you...
 Dec 2013 Dánï
Mike Hauser
Why is it the supposedly more tolerant
Are the least tolerant around
Can we no longer speak our own minds
Without someone out there shooting us down

Feel free to speak your opinion
I'm more than willing but never forced to listen
That there my friend is your basic right
A freedom that seems to be missing

Are we not free thinking individuals
Did I miss the memo where that's no longer allowed
Should I just step into the jet stream
And become a part of this mind numbing crowd

I can clearly see that you are not me
Isn't that what it's supposed to be like
It also rings true that I am not you
So can't we just live our lives

It's hard enough standing on your own two feet
That's why at times we might step on some toes
But can't we all just get along
After all we might like the way that it goes
 Dec 2013 Dánï
Jay
I think I can remember a time
when skinned knees hurt more
than a broken heart.
What I wouldn't give to have that again.
 Dec 2013 Dánï
Guss
Its totally deceiving,
the tales of the meaning of life.
Grow up,
go to school,
get a job,
work hard,
play hard,
pay your taxes,
and especially die hard.
But still my brain is running slower
than my online connection speeds.
So slow.
I ended the day spent and tired,
and filled with wasted deeds.
Bitter?
Maybe.
But who faults a man
for defining himself through his actions.
Ogling at the universe,
and simply breathing.
Meditation keeps me sane.


As you can probably tell,
my strife continues effortlessly.
Sliding down an icy road
with no chains
and my brakes at full.
When the tree comes to slam me,
I'll be ready.
 Dec 2013 Dánï
the kid
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 Dec 2013 Dánï
the kid
Your Passion is much like a burning fire
Hot to the touch and fueled by love
I only hope I can give you enough and so much more
Because you deserve more than this world
Your kisses are hot on my lips
My body temperature rises
Third degree burns when you touch my body all over
Forget a cold shower, I love the way it burns
You make my blood flow, I can feel it boil
But not out of rage
More like your red hot passion
It sets me on fire
Blood, sweat, and tears
I love the way you make me feel
When you whisper I love you in my ear
Our love is like a burning fire
Hot to the touch and fueled by our endless love for one another
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