Erin Cowart Poems

I cannot fight the dead
Or those that want to die

I cannot will you to life
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In this new world let us not talk of order
Let us talk of peace
Order is the ugly step-child of peace
Used when humanity refuses to be peaceful
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Just because it has always been does not mean it should always be
The institutions have failed the madmen
We must fight for our right to be free
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Being a good person will take you far
Like one wheeled bicycles and dead battery cars

If you do your best things will turn out fine
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Pay attention to the silence
The pause right before words are spoken
The future exists in that holy space
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Here is how we start
Breathe in and then out
Eyes open, then close, then open again
Place your feet on the floor
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Did you ever need to just be held
Gently, like a baby bird or fragile leaf
That when touched harshly
Crumbles to dust in the hand
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I was done
Packed my bags
Ran from the grasp
Of Liars and Cons
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I have been treading the water of the universe
For 15,845 days
Head slightly above the water
Arms and legs in a frantic dance for survival
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We harnessed the power of the sun
Created cells and life from nothing
Cloned and duplicated
The work of the Gods
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