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Some of them were strangers


Some of them were without any rule


None of them would see another tomorrow


And if the innocent are guilty


Of the crimes they are harboring within


Then what are the chances in the hands of the convicted


There in the tiredness of what resignation brings

In the rejection of your everything

When the dawn draws close with no exceptions

Some of them were crying

Some of them stood brave

In the end it just didn't matter . . .


All of their dreams came tumbling down

All of their love would soon expire

And the void in the midst of the distance left not a sound

As the earth swallowed all that mattered

It covered all of their future faults

Leaving the fresh dirt of new direction


Some of them were young

Some of them were old

Some of them were men and the others were women

Some of them were just in the wrong location

Maybe they had the wrong face of denial

Just maybe in memory they will not be forgotten

For being guilty of being innocent
Cat
I realized my cat would only love me under two conditions
If I died
Or if I was feeding him
Preferable in that order
 Jun 2020 Mike Hauser
Yenson
Joeys' say they want to push
him off the edge

so they saw the white cliffs of Dover
in air conditioned sedan

and they huffed and puffed
and dance around in circles

I see no one falling
I see a shrines sage in mirth
thanking God for all his Blessings

Joeys' are still at the cliff face
they swear they see a man falling
some have pushed so hard themselves
they now walk around with arms frozen
and pained looks on their faces with eggs on them
 Jun 2020 Mike Hauser
Yenson
We write like we matter
and we know what we know
But what we do not know
is that we do not matter

For if we matter
we will know what matters
and knowing what matters
means
we will see what matters

Which is that we know nothing
but what we think we know

Which is that we do not know
ourselves

And that is hard to take
and even harder to know

So we just fake it
to make it

For when you do not matter
what matters what you know!
 Jun 2020 Mike Hauser
Yenson
The jail for me
is the same jail for all of you
For when we start jailing
the innocent

It means all the guilty
are already in jail
But a lot of the guilty
never see the bars

Because guilt
has no bars
and
no end date
 Jun 2020 Mike Hauser
Yenson
They told me they were fighting for all of us
for we are all in the same boat
how was I to know they were lying
when all tongues are pink
and they all had long pink tongues
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