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 Apr 2013 Michelle
Lily Gabrielle
Snow fell heavier then ever this winter.
I must have fallen too, 
deep into the frigid blue of your eyes.
Snow melted and flooded both your shore and mine.
I wondered if you would notice me sinking,
or catch me if I fell into your arms. 
You caught me in your bedsheets instead,
granting temporary relief from waters roaring.
The sun chased away the moon,
I awoke on the bottom of the ocean. 
Coral scratched knees,
salt stained skin, 
you were no where in sight.
I've never been much of a swimmer,
but for you I held my breath.
Hoping maybe you'd hold yours too.
You never did,
maybe you're scared of drowning.
I found my way to the surface.
I created this flood from draught,
half to see if I could survive the waves,
half to quench my thirst and wondering,
if you cared at all to save me.
Snow melted,
Water evaporated,
But how will I wash off the salt,
you left on my skin?
 Apr 2013 Michelle
Lily Gabrielle
It was only one puff,
I thought I'd be fine,
I thought I'd be

safe in your smoke filled car,
focusing ******* your hands,
keep them on the wheel,
keep them on the

blunt between your fingers,
rolled fresh by the stranger in someones basement,
focusing hard to remember,
what is his name,
what is his

favorite band,
****, I thought I knew this,
I really thought

last Tuesday may have meant something,
or maybe not,
maybe

your hands shouldn't have left the wheel.
 Apr 2013 Michelle
Mike Hauser
You sit down to write the perfect song
To the tune that is lodged in your head
You just need the right words to go along
But  most every thing has already been said

You could write about unrelenting love
Or a love that's no longer there
To tell the truth hasn't there been more than enough
And does true love really care

The lyrics have to be more than can be seen
Words that envelop all space and time
So your search dives deeper into the abyss
Trying to capture the perfect line

It doesn't have to be a song you can dance to
But one that still moves the heart
The rhythm of language will replace the hearts beat
That is at this moment where you find you are

You decide to walk down the road of life a little further
Hoping inspirational words fill your head soon
Knowing full well this song will explain what all life is for
Until then you'll continue whistling the tune...
 Apr 2013 Michelle
Mike Hauser
As I strolled  Beaker Street
A neon sign flashed in front of me

That said "Only Serious Poets Need Apply"
(Blink) "Need Apply" (Blink) "Need Apply"

So it was I thought to myself
I can think of nobody else

As serious a poet as I

I looked to the right and the left
Feeling pretty confident about myself

And decided to take a gander inside

The room it was totally dark
In the corner was the tiniest of sparks

I did a stately poetic stroll in that direction

Feeling I might have made a mistake
This thought occurred a little to late

But of course this whole scene might just be window dressing

A voice said we don't need a poet at all
Just someone dumb and gullible

That's the moment in my pants I started messing

Turns out it was a mad scientist
With a masters degree in craziness

What were his dastardly plans I could only be guessing

I was grabbed by a couple of thugs
Who highly dislike deodorant and mouthwash

******* and flown off to the smallest of islands

Where they did unspeakable experiments on me
In the first, second, and third degree

All because to insanity they took a liking

When it was they were finally done
With what those nut jobs consider good fun

Don't know how many walls they had me climbing

Daily now I plan my escape
I only hope that I'm not to late

When the opportunity arrives I hope I don't blow it

I find it so hard to believe
That this all has happened to me

And Why?
Because of me being such a serious poet
 Apr 2013 Michelle
Mike Hauser
How do I know you're a poet
By the very words you sow
From the highest high of all the highs
To the deepest depths below
The way you pour out your heart
In every syllable as they flow
That is how I know you hold to
The poet in your soul

How do I know you're a poet
Because you take the simple facts
That life's ups and downs have thrown your way
By the way you throw them back
The way you upset the apple cart
With the words that you display
How do I know you're a poet
Your soul it does betray

How do I know you're a poet
By the way it is I'm moved
From the first line to the end of time
In the words that you let loose
No need to really ask
How it is I know
Everything I read and see
Points to the poet in your soul
Did I act any weirder than normal?
Recalling dreamy day
Picking apples on a ladder
What a stupid girl.

Made apple jack for you
Not talking to me
You learning space and time
I was learning dream language

Dreams are out of control.
Much interference.
Cota mundi protects
loves his wife

Protections were set
But are broken
Afraid of metasphere
Afraid to make new metaphors

They suggest...
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Recommended a new paradigm
Think I maybe dying all the time
They say using building
blocks of creation to
dream with you?
Inherent and obvious danger
In that darling

Pray a little simple
prayer for all of us.
Sacred
You must
We must
wait a while
language doesn't exist
Working on it.
Bards are here
We will babysit while...
They treat with Sultans of Song

The chemist,  chirugeon,
the watcher, the statesman
on the Bubbahub
Zee's the lynch pin

He's holding it down,
With a little buckdance
He knows what I mean
Different language

Cadence, ritmo
Seven sicilian sailors
Sailing the seven seas
Storm is passing
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