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Intelligent Life (A Poem)

Intelligent Life

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An alien king came to my front door
On his search for intelligent life
I thought he was after my brain for sure
Then he left with my kids and my wife…
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ILLUSTRATION BY PHIL ROOD. PLEASE VISIT PHILROOD.COM. YOU WILL BE HAPPIER FOR HAVING DONE SO.
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Love Hurts (A Poem)

Love Hurts

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If you ever feel sad
And need a good squeeze
I’ll give you a hug
I’m just what you need
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But if you need a hug
Now isn’t the time
I have to recover
From a sad porcupine
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ILLUSTRATION BY PHIL ROOD. PLEASE VISIT PHILROOD.COM. YOU WILL BE HAPPIER FOR HAVING DONE SO.
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"Mitchell is a Tiger" by Michael Haase

MITCHELL IS A TIGER

By Michael Haase

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Mitchell is a tiger

This is something that he knows

It’s simply what he is

It’s not something that he chose

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Too often people tell him

“You’re not a tiger, you’re a boy.

And acting like a tiger

Is just something you enjoy.”

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First he told his sister

“I’ve been a tiger all along!”

But she just smiled and laughed

And then she told him he was wrong

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Then he told his friends

“I’m a tiger!” he exclaimed

But they just hissed and roared

And brushed it off as just a game

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He finally told his parents

Hoping they would give him praise

But they just rolled their eyes

And said that it was just a phase

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Mitchell soon grew sad

As every day he’d play pretend

Thinking it best to act a boy

Than be a tiger with no friends

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He preferred to be alone

And his seclusion time increased

For only by himself

Was he free to be a beast

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Mitchell hated hiding

He needed to be free

But when he’d act himself

He’d get ridiculed and teased

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One day he went out hunting

Prowling through a nearby forest

As he approached a clearing

His ears met quite the chorus

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“Screeeeech! I’m an eagle!”

Then “Woof! Woof! I’m a dog!”

Followed by other sounds

From bears, owls, pigs, and frogs

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Mitchell approached the sounds

Wondering what other beasts he’d see

He hid behind a log

Then peeked over nervously

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You could say that what he saw

Was a strange group of boys and girls

Just pretending to be animals

In some silly imagined world

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But if you saw through Mitchell’s eyes

And beyond your first impression

You might abandon judgment

And learn an important lesson

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For within that group of animals

Mitchell finally was accepted

He was a tiger, he was free

And that freedom was protected

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Mitchell is now happy;

To disagree is simply chatter

To tell a tiger they’re a boy

Is just crazy, and does not matter

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So, if you truly love someone

The best thing to do, by far

When they show you their true skin

Please accept them for who they are

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“Mitchell is a Tiger” by Michael Haase

MITCHELL IS A TIGER

By Michael Haase

separation

Mitchell is a tiger

This is something that he knows

It’s simply what he is

It’s not something that he chose

separation

Too often people tell him

“You’re not a tiger, you’re a boy.

And acting like a tiger

Is just something you enjoy.”

separation

First he told his sister

“I’ve been a tiger all along!”

But she just smiled and laughed

And then she told him he was wrong

separation

Then he told his friends

“I’m a tiger!” he exclaimed

But they just hissed and roared

And brushed it off as just a game

separation

He finally told his parents

Hoping they would give him praise

But they just rolled their eyes

And said that it was just a phase

separation

Mitchell soon grew sad

As every day he’d play pretend

Thinking it best to act a boy

Than be a tiger with no friends

separation

He preferred to be alone

And his seclusion time increased

For only by himself

Was he free to be a beast

separation

Mitchell hated hiding

He needed to be free

But when he’d act himself

He’d get ridiculed and teased

separation

One day he went out hunting

Prowling through a nearby forest

As he approached a clearing

His ears met quite the chorus

separation

“Screeeeech! I’m an eagle!”

Then “Woof! Woof! I’m a dog!”

Followed by other sounds

From bears, owls, pigs, and frogs

separation

Mitchell approached the sounds

Wondering what other beasts he’d see

He hid behind a log

Then peeked over nervously

separation

You could say that what he saw

Was a strange group of boys and girls

Just pretending to be animals

In some silly imagined world

separation

But if you saw through Mitchell’s eyes

And beyond your first impression

You might abandon judgment

And learn an important lesson

separation

For within that group of animals

Mitchell finally was accepted

He was a tiger, he was free

And that freedom was protected

separation

Mitchell is now happy;

To disagree is simply chatter

To tell a tiger they’re a boy

Is just crazy, and does not matter

separation

So, if you truly love someone

The best thing to do, by far

When they show you their true skin

Please accept them for who they are

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Killer (A Poem)

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Killer*

Written by Michael Haase, illustrated by Phil Rood
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Killer was the meanest dog in town,
with sharp teeth and powerful jaws
Though only five pounds,
He was the toughest around
Defeating each ankle he saw
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*This poem dedicated to my second dog growing up, a small poodle that showed up on our doorstep. My mother ironically named him “Killer.” He was a good little pooch, even though he had a tendency to hallucinate…except for that one time you kept barking at the basement wall…yes, there was a dead squirrel in there. That one time. Good dog. RIP Killer. Hope you and Chip are living it up somewhere.
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The Colossal Climb (A Poem)

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The Colossal Climb

Written by Michael Haase, illustrated by Phil Rood

 

This tree was made for conquering
I say it had it coming
I’m perched up on its tallest branch
Smiling as I’m humming

 

The tallest oak in all the town
Was begging me to climb
I trained for months just for this day
Today, it was my time

 

Countless kids have tried before
But they quit too early
I am the first one to the top
So I’m the toughest, surely

 

So I’m sitting up here happily
Above the kids in town
I am the best at climbing up
But I fear I can’t get down
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No Princesses Here (A Poem)

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No Princesses Here

When Cindy grows up, she will be a dinosaur

A T-Rex, as a matter of fact

And sweet little Molly wants to be a fierce shark

A great white, to be exact

Then there is Jesse, the smallest of all

Who will lead a lion attack

And if you tell these girls they should be princesses

You might wish to take those words back

Otherwise…

Cindy will roar with tremendous strength

And ask “Are you trying to bore us?

Why would I be some frilly princess

When I can be a Tyrannosaurus?”

Then Molly will flash her sharp-toothed smile

And say, “I resent that remark.

Why would I be some helpless princess

When I am queen of the sharks?”

And if Cindy’s roar and Molly’s bite

Don’t make you take back what you’ve said

Then sweet Jesse, the greatest lion who lived

Will pounce and bite off your head

 

ILLUSTRATION BY PHIL ROOD. PLEASE VISIT PHILROOD.COM. YOU WILL BE HAPPIER FOR HAVING DONE SO.

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For Lovers (Song + Lyrics + Video + Story)

For Lovers

I found my dream within a soul

And she found hers within my own

She makes me blind within my head

I do not think, I feel instead

And I cannot wait to see her again, to touch her face, by God

When I thought I was in love

I never cared for what it was

I never knew how I could feel

I chose to give it up until

I noticed you, your warmth, how I made you feel

Because it’s killing me like it’s killing you

But it’s all my life I’ll give

We walk as though we understand

We value everything we have

We lost our minds without a care

And when she leaves, she’s still right there

With all my love, and I walk below this pain

Because it’s killing me like it’s killing you

But it’s all my life I’ll give

This world will wait for lovers, for lovers

Because time was made for the walking dead, not lovers, not lovers

Because time will wait for you

This world will wait for lovers, for lovers

Because time was made for the walking dead, not lovers, not lovers

Because time will wait for you, for you

We all must wait for our world to change

You will believe me when you see her face

The wait was killing me like it’s killing you

Now it’s all my life I’ll give

 

The Story Behind the Song

I was living in an apartment with my best friend Sean when I wrote this song. The two of us ventured down to Orlando, Florida to go to audio engineering school. While living in that apartment, he and I composed and formed the foundation of the album “This War is Love” to be released under our band name, Alexander the Ghost. This was about 2002 when the song was composed, and it was an incredible time for me as a songwriter. Sean and I will always be brothers, united by music. We are currently, albeit in a slow manner that is entirely my fault, working on new music together. I just wanted to give the quick background, as it is the foundation of the vast majority of the music I will present on here. If you want to check out the entire album on your own, you can look up Alexander the Ghost on Spotify, Apple Music, and YouTube, and there ya go…listen for free. I have no idea where the meager royalties for number of plays are going at this point.

Anyhow…

While pursuing a certificate in audio engineering, I was living apart from my then-girlfriend (now wife of ten years!), Margie. We did our best with the distance. She stayed behind in Ohio while I spent a year and a half across the country. We had to use calling cards back then to cover long distance costs (there, I have effectively aged myself). “For Lovers” is an obvious love song, and it was written for Margie (as quite a few of my songs are). I remember feeling the confusion of needing to keep someone close to me although they were far away. I remember needing her near me, but not having a strange, desperate, urge to give up on what I was doing just to satisfy a need for proximity. We needed to wait, to see what would happen. We spent as much time as we could using our calling cards and making occasional trips up and down the country together, but we were able to wait…and that felt important.

The song is basically about not knowing what we were doing as young lovers, but still having patience and trust in our relationship. There was no need to count the hours; we were in love. Time is for the walking dead, not lovers. Time will wait for us. Love is timeless. We are going to be okay. We love each other. We will always love each other, so time means nothing. That’s what I was trying to say with this song.

And fifteen years later, I still play it for her every so often. The difference in playing it now is that my performance is typically interrupted by one of our children.

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Hungry (A Poem)

Hungry

Hungry

We welcomed him into our home

He had no place to stay

He was cute until we gave him food

Now he will not go away

At first, his appetite was mild

But then he just kept growing

What is the biggest he will get?

There is no way of knowing

He ate everything in the fridge

But still he needed more

We barely squeezed him in our car

To take him to the store

We filled up two whole grocery carts

But that only made him mad

He would not stop his awful screaming

‘Till we bought up all they had

An entire town’s worth of food

Only lasted him a week

And he expanded to fill up our house

From its basement to its peak

He was once a cute and cuddly thing

Until our house he did destroy

But I guess many others lost their home

Trying to feed a baby boy…

ILLUSTRATION BY PHIL ROOD. PLEASE VISIT PHILROOD.COM. YOU WILL BE HAPPIER FOR HAVING DONE SO.