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  Feb 2015 Jamie King
Jack
~

I understand,
as I stare into the sun
hoping to be blinded,
so that I can
no longer see,
but clouds form
and they are dark,
collecting in the corners
of my heart
which is
slowly breaking
with the dawning
of this that
I understand...

and I wish I didn't
  Feb 2015 Jamie King
Grant Horst
When when things seem to go up
They come back and spiral down

In search of someone to love
Is a tough path to endure

Someone to sew the patches
Someone to fill the void
Someone to **** the sadness
But what I get is people I should avoid

Someone to hold me
when things get rough
Someone to talk to
When my life gets tough

Someone I could bring home
and show off to Mom
Someone I can come back to
When my feelings are numb

I want someone to love me
Not someone to hurt me
Is that too much to ask?
Wrote this for a good friend when she was feeling down. Love can be fickle
In something of a chaotic stupor,
the Moon tells me
(among other things)
to be nice to people
because you can never know
what they're going through,
if you'll ever see them again-
or if you're the last person they'll ever see.
So,
you may as well practice kindness
with every being you meet
no matter for how long.

You never quite know.
You just might make someone's day.
You just might save someone's life.

Worst case scenario, you're being nice,
and that's not really so bad, after all.
  Feb 2015 Jamie King
Mike Hauser
here...
is all that is left

here...
is where it is at

here...
is between you and me

here...
is where we are free

here...
is the beginning of time

here...
is the end of the line

here...
is the answer to all

here...
is where we've been called

here...
is the hope we hold to

here...
is the brand in the new

here...
is where you've been lately

here...
is where you will make it

here...
there are no excuses

here...
no one is clueless

here...
is where we're meant to be

here...
is the place of that need

here...
is where they all say

here...
is where it's given away

here...
is where it begins

here...
is where it all ends
  Feb 2015 Jamie King
GaryFairy
fifty miles from the nearest store
tucked back into the oaks and pines
where doves die, and vultures soar
where the warming sun never shines

he sits in his ply board home
in the dew drops of dampened dreams
he would rather be wet and alone
he says it's not as bad as it seems

heating water in a ***** ***
for his morning pine needle tea
he really believes he has a lot
though he has less than you and me

he hits the trails to check his traps
hoping for a protein boost
he collects greens and mushroom caps
everything he sees, has a use

people say he isn't worth a dime
like a dime is all they can see
he thinks they're not worth his time
he thinks they're not living free
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