Erin Cowart Poems

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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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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You say you are out of order
No matter how much I put in to you
You have nothing you can give
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It is night
2 am
I am driving to the store for cigarettes
A short trip
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Yesterday there was an earthquake in North Carolina
Some things were knocked off the shelves
And broken
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I went to visit mom today
And ask the standard fare

Are you Ok
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I have painted you in the brightest yellows
Green and golden light that shines

A million prisms reflect the light of you in my life
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Beyond this body
This heaviness that encloses
There I exist
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