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 Jun 2015 Jason Cole
Chris
I am lost
 Jun 2015 Jason Cole
Chris
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I am lost…
wandering aimlessly
among towering pines,
sweeping branches
of shaded bliss
leaving pine cone markers
along a soft needled path

The breeze is cool,
fragrant wisps through
clinging vines braided
in abstract patterns
as I try to gather
my bearings

I can see the sun
through the forest
falling lower in the sky
reflecting on the
calm flowing waters
of this small stream
I have been following
for what seems to be hours

Carp and minnows,
orange, black and gray
swim happily
with little care though
I am becoming worried now,
my body aches from the walking
but it feels good
the air is still sweet
as I hear an owl
in the darkness
of the treed canopy
greeting me

I come to a clearing,
tall grasses sway
and I see the sunset
blooming like a prized rose,
petals awash in bright pastels
on the horizon

I sit for a spell
gazing upon the
wonders of nature,
thinking back on
what I have seen,
what I have experienced
and what I am witnessing
right now and finally realize

I am not lost at all…
*I am found
 Jun 2015 Jason Cole
Mike Hauser
This girl...
Counts the seconds using minutes
As far as the day is long
She's never been an artist
But still can draw a crowd

She likes pink and purple paisley
Because it goes with everything
Has a bird that speaks Pig Latin
And another one that sings

She bathes out in the moonlight
For an even nightly glow
She never steps on sidewalk cracks
Cause she loves her mother so

She shows up late to parties
So she can greet those first to leave
Takes advice from Sir Paul the knight
Knowing when to Let it be

Her bed is filled with China dolls
Not a one of them the same
She calls them all Sweet Lucy
As she knows no other name

This Girl...
Starts out in the middle
So she's closer to the end
Knowing that when she reaches it
She can start all over again
 Jun 2015 Jason Cole
Ruzica Matic
greeting the morning
with spoonfuls of sunshine
in our bitter teas
we smell the earth
beneath the boots
of endless steps
rain filled
feeding the roots
of walnut trees

crushing daisies
between the pages
capturing breaths
in fishing nets
we glint in moonlight
silver and slight
 Jun 2015 Jason Cole
Mike Hauser
God is talking behind my back
But it's not what you think
He's telling all his angels in Heaven
How much he's in love with me
Be ye sinner or be ye saint
We must all rely upon his grace
God is talking behind my back
But it's not what you think

God is laughing at me
But not to my face
Because of all the joy I bring
On any given day
When God the father looks at me
He see's his Sons sacrifice in my place
God is laughing at me
But not to my face

God is calling me every name
He can think of under the Son
From family to friend to tender child
On up to beloved one
As he loves me more and more
Than this mind could imagine
God is calling me every name
He can think of under the Son
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