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Have I imagined you all along?
You were there but you
weren't there
your words and my words
mixed within the currents
your heart and my heart
I'd like to uncover
the mysterious messages
that made me reappear
your eyes my eyes
begin to fear

But a dream is just a dream
if only one person dreams
the dreams to be real
And an ache is just an ache
if only one person has
wounds to heal

Did I imagine you dear?
between the lines
I thought were so clear

Have I evaded this reality
and summoned you here?
I couldn't have dreamt you
for it was all too real

The mind such a deceiving
playground
Through the looking glass
awaits an eternity to be revealed

I thought your eyes were my eyes
my heart was your heart
your words were my words
and I was ****** into the abyss

Pulling out the nightlights
shutting in the daylight
as the sun melts into my mind

A lonely ghost
walks these empty
dark and dreary roads
penetrating the dreams
of this hopeless vulnerable abode
© 2013 Christina Jackson
 Apr 2013 Michelle
Marian
Birds fly home to rest
The sun sinks behind the sky
The dear sunset fades
Ev'ning turns to the sweet Night
Fairies dance under the Moon

*Marian~
© Marian All Rights Reserved
I look into your eyes, what light up like dimonds in the light,
your hair shimmers in the moon-light,
your body glissons as i touch your delacute skin,
your lips tease me as i kiss against them,
my heart crumbles as you leave me
In any mirrored face
the homeless sees nothing shuffling
from his favorite stores
At night they feel their wild
canine teeth

Words surfacing
uncollected in fragments and scratches
besde underdeveloped manors
in the city's growing mold
and buildings separated by dust like a ream of books
on the trail to the open west

Noise clock, sharp chiming
and unbearable
soot blackness of perpetual rain
pulsing faintly in a palsied
flow of the oppressive
heats and sounds

My sister is a forgotten composer of rebellion
given only the courage
to think her words will merely be
a droning
cello's moans
and preludes unsettled
and old

Without authority
someone might hear her
centuries too late
when few will give her a wait or wax cylinder
of words no better than it's tremorless
indentations unseen by the eyes and ears

The days of crystalized quartz
and effeminate handshakes and kisses
vacant gestures and the beautiful
view of the destitue on a warm
spring morning in the park
This face adores you
and promises not to
and promises it will.

Sleep is not the promenade
of tonight's mystery.

Desire is the night's adventure
cradled in the triptych of cold air
and abandoned in the warm wool
of her hair.
Two children in a dense wood
Lifting her hand he notices tender eyes
Glowing she reaches for him
and puts a delicate flower on his lips
stroking his soft hair

He smiles having caught her
attention he catches the light
in her eyes and lives one thousand lives
separated by seconds of bliss
he takes a thousand breaths and
when he returns to this life he sees
her warm breath escape her lips
and
moving up he seizes
it in his hands to feel
her soul rubbing through his fingers
And in the mirror of a pond
He sees himself
and slowly becomes her
and in the pallid moonlight
he cannot tell where his reflection
begins and where hers ends
 Apr 2013 Michelle
Mike Hauser
The power never satisfies
The hunger in it's eyes
Bearing sharpened teeth
Preying on the weak
Portrays itself as free
With the powers that be
When there is nothing else
It will pounce upon itself

FEED THE LION

With it's mighty paws
Disregarding natures laws
Purring like a kitten
The innocent are smitten
The Big Cat plays by jungle rules
Other rules are for utter fools
Predators are all the same
In how they play the game

THE MIGHTY LION

A King that once ran free
But that was not meant to be
Pulled down by it's own greed
Brought to it's very knees
A tumor no man could see
Inside out is how it bleeds
Now that the Lion feels the need
It's to late to set it free

*CAGE THE LION
 Apr 2013 Michelle
Mike Hauser
as the colors

are given away

take all that you need

all i ask is that

you leave all the blues for me
This poem was featured in the online magazine StudioAirr.com.
 Apr 2013 Michelle
Mike Hauser
My life it is so busy these days
I need to save time where I can
So to shave off a few minutes here and there
I've come up with a master plan

Astronaut underwear
That's just a given
How much time that's going to save
I need not even mention

I'm going to wear my glasses below my nose
That way my nose for itself can see
Whether it needs picking or not
That's going to save my finger and me a lot of grief

Soap on a rope will go around my neck
I'll bathe in sinks as I get ripe
To save on minutes and energy
I'll do one pit at a time

I'll pull out my agua blue polyester leisure suit
That I've saved from the 70's
I'll wear it all the time, even to bed at night
Those suckers stay wrinkle free

My toothbrush I'll paste up and place in my mouth
When I hop into bed for a good nights sleep
In the morning I'll be all freshened and brushed
From a night of grinding my teeth

I even got the brilliant idea
One night while watching my dog
A device on his rear so he can mop
While he scratches his **** across the floor

These are just a few good ideas
I'm sure I'll think of more
Once I have all this spare time
Sitting around bored outta my gourd
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