<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388642" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Perhaps Then... (Not A Man)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">perhaps then, i am not a man....<br>i am the creek hidden<br>deep in the woods, <br>singing the hymn of rocks, <br>and stillness.<br>i am the gun laid down, <br>for the last time, <br>by the conscience of discontent.<br>i am the cry of the child, <br>born into a hungry world, <br>the eyes of the mother, <br>defying hope! <br>i am the snail that dances, <br>the deep growl of the dog, <br>i am firewood, cut and stacked, <br>in waiting.<br>i am the kiss of the chapter, <br>you read again and again...<br>i am the crossroads, <br>devoid of signs.<br>i am the headstone faded<br>by a hundred years, <br>the old chair rocking by itself.<br>i am the lamp left on, <br>the door that creaks, <br>the breeze that knows your hidden name.<br>i am the tongue unlocking<br>passions not yet defined, <br>that you didnt even know you had.<br>i am boots in the corner, <br>that dance to the beat, <br>awaiting feet, as if a lover.<br>i am a new set of strings, <br>on the old guitar, <br>the sound hidden inside of music.<br>i am the language of birds, <br>the sign on the forehead.<br>i am sin undressed and intimate.<br>i am smoke from the chimney, <br>of the abandoned house, <br>the tin roof electric with rain.<br>i am nothing a hundred times made over, <br>the crease in the blanket, <br>the indention on the pillow....<br>i am the grunt of god revealed, <br>and the shovel of eternity!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388642" data-title="Perhaps Then... (Not A Man) de Eric Cockrell" data-description="perhaps then, i am not a man.... i am the creek hidden deep in the woods, singing the hymn of rocks, and stillness. i am the gun laid down, for the last time, by the conscience of discontent. i am the cry of the child, born into a hungry worl..."></div> </div> </div>

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