Erin Cowart Poems

I cannot fight the dead
Or those that want to die

I cannot will you to life
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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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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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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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Beware the people who tell you that you are not enough
Not skinny enough
Not pretty enough
Not feminine enough
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I am a soul to whom the universe sings
Morning and night
Every sight and sound
Begging for release
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One day you will be driving
75 miles an hour towards Cedar Key
And Prince will be blasting on the radio
And you will realize that it is quite possibly heaven
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The was some grass
There was a field
There was a tree
And then there was me
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I find it strange to be sitting
In the restaurant with you
Where last night you sat with another
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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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