John Calvin Cochrane

Without You

Alone, I stay, without you, afraid.
In endless wait, gone my lover.
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Addiction

The scarred wounds that
run deep into the flesh
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Downtown


The view from the crowded
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Our Mother

We reap for Her, with a destructive display,
while we assume it granted to steal day after day.
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The Dream

Your beautiful eyes lit our
future stars.
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The Homecoming

As the moon sky
Escapes the present
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The House

Memories trapped deep
Thick layers
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The Journey

From a shore parted
upon birth in a
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Through Criminal Eyes

Large red engines
roaring past, blazing
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Raven Spirit

Born unto this life,
Winter turned into Spring,
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My Philosophy

Meaning
what creates purpose
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