Poetry

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A bastard raised by a single mother,
And a bachelor who transitioned,
To my stepfather.
But that was never enough for me.
For my mind to became distortion,
By my curiosity.
After the discovery,
Of the unknown second candidate.
Questions arise in my thoughts.
All for the blank mystery
Of my birth certificate.
Who? Where? What? When? Why?
If he knew of my life,
Would he be proud of me,
Attempt to make up for lost time?
Or would he be in disgust
At the roads I chose to take,
And disown me anyway?
As I continue to grow,
Expose myself to the World
My mind continues to wander.
I sit back and try to understand,
How can one man or woman,
Just walk away from an innocent child.
The anger and resentment diminishes,
But I haven’t forgotten,
About my unanswered prayers.
Growing up fatherless,
Brings many effects to one’s home.
Don’t allow your child to grow up alone.
I feel lost not knowing,
The second half of my genetics.
Who? Where? What? When? Why?
The same questions haunt my dreams,
Brings me the life I only fantasize.
But that’s not enough for me to be satisfied.
2014©H.M.Gautsch


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Everyone knows, everybody is aware,
But still we look away as if we don’t care.
The result makes the world impaired.

The media is brainwashing and desensitizing,
Through propaganda and negative news emphasizing.
Modern societies centralizing.
As a human being with a richer mind sense,
Reminisces back to the childhood I took for granted
No smart phones, no cable, limited internet.
CNN’s start of 24/7 news binge open the doors of numbing
By dumbing down the audience, in results, unbecoming
In results, the garbage that TV production is dumping.
Welcome to our modern society.
Instead of personal interaction to grow attraction
We rely on social websites to search for satisfaction
In results, complete dissatisfaction.
Too many rely on the world’s negativity to increase fear
It provides limitations on the dreams you want to adhere,
But there is so much more than what appears.
No I am not talking twisted conspiracy theories,
Stop trying to be the professional in every surfaced story.
There’s more to life than to paranoia and worry.
If you are still human, put yourself in someone else’s shoes,
Instead of talking down on someone behind a message board,
Focus a bit more on the knock at your front door.
Welcome to our modern society.
Put the technology down, don’t be afraid to disconnect.
Those old classic movies, allow them to resurrect.
Change your state of mind, travel to connect.
Increase your minutes with your sisters and brothers,
Remember what you were taught by your fathers and mothers,
Pay attention to your sons and daughters.
What can you do for the poor, for the Peace Corps,
For the sick, for any progression, for a fellowship restore,
Instead of for a cyber-world war.
Welcome to our modern society.
2014 ©H.M. Gautsch

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My attention-span redirects. 
What’s on my mind to reflect?  

Awaken with controversial words,
Reminisce with various artists’   

Comprehension of power and the world;  

A troubled and disturbed kid in my day, 
Favored of Eminem’s song lyrics.  

Therapeutic & reflective in the mirror.  

Choices of music, of variations 
Opens the mind of wonderment;  

Artistic abilities & opportunities.   

Present day joys and sorrows,  
Music empowers;  

Turn off the mainstream radio, 
Turn on the vinyl records.  

Expansion of messages in tune, not auto tune.   

Go back in time, Blue Grass and Jazz. 
Feel the lyrics through the instruments.  

Grow the belief system beyond the addressed. 
Expand the brain until it reaches capacity;  

Beyond the unknown of subjectivism.  

2014©H.M. Gautsch

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The day we met.
Instant attraction,
The sparks remain in flight.
I can’t deny you.
I’m your type,
And you’re my kind of guy.
So why do we fear,
Of what’s right in front of us?

Fear of love and our love of fear,
Due to our own battle scars and cuts.
Let us open these wounds,
Be vulnerable together.
Can you imagine?
Any other picture perfect love affair?
Let my confidence speak.
I can be the best you’ve had,
And you for me.
The understanding and communication,
Of our personal demons,
Goes afar across the seas.
And around the world.
Let’s conquer and overcome as one.
Believe me when I tell you who I see,
When I look right through you.
Balance the emotional and sexual healing,
With intellectual revealing.
Game of chance,
Let me have the last dance.
2014©H.M. Gautsch

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Eagerly waiting on what dreams

Waits for me on this…
Cool and collected mid-summer nigh’.
To welcome my request into fantasy
Crickets whistle slowly fades,
I am delivered into a refreshing ride.
As I lie awake,
Hypnosis transfers my surreal mind,
Touches my emotions, as I fall asleep.
I’m battling between two comas,
Two separate lives.
In confusion, new scenery comes to life.
I am aware,
But my other life remains in control.
I allow it like a child lost in a book.
Are dreams just pure fantasies?
Or reality waiting
For the time to be revealed for a purpose.
Taking notes on each episode,
For each season.
To the illusion of what’s to hold.
2014©H.M. Gautsch