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That Bears Our Name

i can only taste scars tonight,
ashes, and blood turned to wine.
that old tree, cut and fallen,
the sound of wings long absent.
the web is empty,
and even the wind doesnt reply.
the garden mourns its time of passing,
and the plow is left alone.
sometimes we wake up homeless,
hungry without needing to eat.
to find that we are orphaned,
by the very heart that bears our name!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Zeroes

Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Youve arrived in the land of a thousand different names
And the fabulous sons have crashed their planes in flames
Now tomorrow is back claiming redemption is on your heels
And a toothless past is asking you how it feels
And me my little red corvette has driven by
Fair weather heart has fallen in
My rainy day girl is feeling down
And she tells me that the world is spinning round
I say the dream was all for you
Youre nobody else
Tonight the zeroes were singing for you
Yeah
Hi, can I walk you home again today
Gotta get forgive and forget hey-hey
Something good is happening and I dont know what it is
Dont you know were back on trial again today
And its breaking wine for you
Hell its only cause youre true
Someone outtimed my heart
Stopping and preaching and letting love in
You are my moon, you are my sun
Heaven knows what you are
Tonight the zeroes are singing for you
Yes they were
Tonight the zeroes were singing for you
You
Tonight the zeroes were singing for you
You
Doesnt matter what you try to do
Doesnt matter what you try to do
Doesnt matter where you try to go
Doesnt matter who we really are
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Ohh
It doesnt matter
Ohh
Oh it doesnt matter
Oh
Doesnt matter
Oh
Doesnt matter
Oh
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter what you try to do

song performed by by David Bowie
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The Wine and Me

I asked the moon to drink with me tonight;
he just gave me a heavy sigh,
as though he heard that plea from me
a thousand times before.
Morning after morning, I don't see the sun;
that was after the day you were gone.
I filled my cup with wine,
the sounds of it seems music to my ears.
I wish to fade as you fade
with the passing years.
Every gulp of it brings the memory
when you were here by my side.
'You'll be back' - a sentimental lie.
My cup was empty and i filled it again.
Only now, the tears flowed like rain.
'You did want me' - another lie.
And i drink with my shadow
as the time passes by.
I was slowly consumed, like fire down a candle;
like drops of water flowing like a passing river.
The taste of wine on my lips
seems so sweet...I drank again.
'You miss me'- a sweeter lie.
I drank till the dawn is nigh.
I ask only to be drunk forever
and never wake...
to lie forgotten with the darkness;
to sleep forgotten in the depths of a lake.
'You did love me' - the sweetest lie.
I wish to fade as the years pass by.
But tonight, there's just this wine and me
forgotten with the wind.
With our endless torments,
with our bitter tears...
There's just this wine and me to let me forget you
and the sorrows of a thousand years.

poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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The Garden

Do you believe in the man in the garden
Do you believe that he was there
Do you believe in the man in the garden
Do you believe or do you care
Did he rise from the ashes and lead the sky above
Did he lie in the name of love
....in the garden
Do you believe in the path that you follow
Do you believe it takes you where you want
Do you believe in the lies that you swallow
Do you believe it takes you where you go
See the man. he never lies he never will
Did he fight for the right to kill
....in the garden
....in the garden
Theres a little man in a house alone...waiting
He doesnt lie.
He doesnt wait for love to hold on to
He doesnt lie. he doesnt wait...
Johnnys in the garden
I see the err in my ways
....in the garden
Do you believe in the man in the garden

song performed by by Five For Fighting
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Garden

Do you believe in the man in the garden
Do you believe that he was there
Do you believe in the man in the garden
Do you believe or do you care
Did he rise from the ashes and lead the sky above
Did he lie in the name of love
....in the garden
Do you believe in the path that you follow
Do you believe it takes you where you want
Do you believe in the lies that you swallow
Do you believe it takes you where you go
See the man. he never lies he never will
Did he fight for the right to kill
....in the garden
....in the garden
Theres a little man in a house alone...waiting
He doesnt lie.
He doesnt wait for love to hold on to
He doesnt lie. he doesnt wait...
Johnnys in the garden
I see the err in my ways
....in the garden
Do you believe in the man in the garden

song performed by by Five For Fighting
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Eden No More

Oh why dose the
Teardrops fall
From above
It mourns the loss
Of Eden no more

Man and wife
The creator did make
In his own image
A miracle of love

Hand in hand
They nurtured the land
That God gave to thee
For prosperity

Amongst the beauty
The garden of life
There laden a tree
Baring the fruit
Of knowledge and life

One simple rule
That he gave to thee
Thou shalt not
Taste the forbidden fruit
From the apple tree

But alas there lived
Amongst the fruit
Of the tree of life
A fallen angel
That tempted mans wife

He convinced the maiden
To take one simple bite
One simple bite
That changed the rest
Of her life

The texture was crisp
And it tasted so sweet
A forbidden fruit
That was divine
To the taste

Its taste so sweet
She needed
To share the
Divinity that
Had fallen from
The apple tree

Said fallen to Eve
Take heed of my word
He will love you evermore
If you share this divinity with thee

Believing it to be so
Young Eve did show
Her husband the tender
Fruit from yon tree

The fallen just smirked
At how easy to sow
The seeds that will
Embellish mans fate
In the page's of time and history

poem by Kaila George
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hEaRt LisT! ! ! ! ! *cuZ uR my eVeRthinG

My heart wants to be whole
And beating its way through the dark
But my heart doesnt always get what it wants..
My heart wants you cuz ur my everything
But my heart doesnt always get what it wants..
My heart wants to love myself
But my heart doesnt always get what it wants..
My heart wants to live for what we live for in life
But my heart doesnt always get what it wants..
My heart wants to chase after you
And let go of all I've held on to
But my heart doesnt always get what it wants..
My heart wants to end this empty numbness
That it's feeling and wants to feel the blood of love
Gushin form the veins of its insanity
It wants this pain to go away with a vengeful, suffering way
It wants to make every f*ckin soul on earth
Feel the horrific pain he made me gor through
The nights he left me lonely
The days he ignored the heart being torn out for him
My heart wants to end it all
Every once in a while my heart does get what it wants.................

poem by Emily Sleator
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Rain On A Scarecrow

Scarecrow on a wooden cross Blackbird in the barn
Four hundred empty acres that used to be my farm
I grew up like my daddy did My grandpa cleared this land
When I was five I walked the fence while grandpa held my hand
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
This land fed a nation This land made me proud
And Son I'm just sorry there's no legacy for you now
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
The crops we grew last summer weren't enough to pay the loans
Couldn't buy the seed to plant this spring and the Farmers Bank foreclosed
Called my old friend Schepman up to auction off the land
He said John it's just my job and I hope you understand
Hey calling it your job ol' hoss sure don't make it right
But if you want me to I'll say a prayer for your soul tonight
And grandma's on the front porch swing with a Bible in her hand
Sometimes I hear her singing "Take me to the Promised Land"
When you take away a man's dignity he can't work his fields and cows
There'll be blood on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Blood on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Well there's ninety-seven crosses planted in the courthouse yard
Ninety-seven families who lost ninety-seven farms
I think about my grandpa and my neighbors and my name
And some nights I feel like dyin' Like that scarecrow in the rain
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
This land fed a nation This land made me proud
And Son I'm just sorry they're just memories for you now
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
This land fed a nation This land made me proud
And Son I'm just sorry they're just memories for you now
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow

song performed by by John Mellencamp
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The Swan Song

Winter Has Come For Me, Can't Carry On
The Chains To My Life Are Strong But Soon They'll Be gone
I'll Spread My Wings One More Time
Chorus
Is It A Dream?
All The Ones I Have Loved Calling Out My Name
The Sun Warms My Face
All The Days Of My Life, I See Them Passing Me By
In My Heart I know I Can Let Go
In The End I Will Find Some Peace Inside
New Wings Are Growing Tonight
Chorus
As I Am Soaring I'm One With The Wind
I Am Longing To See You Again, It's Been So Long
We Will Be Together Again
Chorus

song performed by by Within Temptation
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Rain On The Scarecrow

Scarecrow on a wooden cross blackbird in the barn
Four hundred empty acres that used to be my farm
I grew up like my daddy did my grandpa cleared this land
When I was five I walked the fence while grandpa held my hand
Chorus:
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
This land fed a nation this land made me proud
And son Im just sorry theres no legacy for you now
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
The crops we grew last summer werent enough to pay the loans
Couldnt buy the seed to plant this spring and the farmers bank foreclosed
Called my old friend schepman up to auction off the land
He said john its just my job and I hope you understand
Hey calling it your job ol hoss sure dont make it right
But if you want me to Ill say a prayer for your soul tonight
And grandmas on the front porch swing with a Bible in her hand
Sometimes I hear her singing take me to the promised land
When you take away a mans dignity he cant work his fields and cows
Therell be blood on the scarecrow blood on the plow
Blood on the scarecrow blood on the plow
Well theres ninety-seven crosses planted in the courthouse yard
Ninety-seven families who lost ninety-seven farms
I think about my grandpa and my neighbors and my name
And some nights I feel like dyin like that scarecrow in the rain
Chorus:
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
This land fed a nation this land made me proud
And son Im just sorry theyre just memories for you now
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
This land fed a nation this land made me so proud
And son Im just sorry theyre just memories for you now
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow

song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Trapped and Needing Air

Slow to wake up!
Too slow,
To awaken to what has been real.
Don't expect me to freeze in place.
Awaiting for you to embrace life,
As it is!
It is to be lived.
Not turned into a quiz...
You just can't get and figure out.
And your pouting is not admired.
It's like a flat tire needing air!
You are just not there!

Slow to wake up!
No one's got time on hold.
To benefit them...
And/or their whims.
When for them time will begin again.

Show or no show folks...
Who poke along,
And make joke of it.
Putting off 'the now'
To live a yesterday today...
Should be left on steps where they sit!
Or wave to them through a window!
Don't stop to visit.
They seek someone to twist into a fit!

Many know such folks,
Who complain about their sorrows.
And they will drain someone's patience.
To stall tomorrow's anticipated taste.
And squeeze the sweet,
To share their bitterness...
With anyone they meet.

It is to be lived.
This life!
Not turned into a quiz...
You just can't get or figure out,
The wrong from right!

And your pouting is not admired.
It's like a flat tire needing air!
You are just not there...
With determination focused.
But despair you love to wear.

Trapped and getting ragged...
Like a tire needing air.

Addicted like an addict,
And trapped...
Needing air!

Trapped and getting ragged...
Like a tire needing air.

Addicted like an addict,
That's trapped and needing air!
Caged like a rabbit in fear and scared.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Scriptures

i read the scriptures written in human faces,
in calloused hands, in bruises and scars.
in the spider's web, in the trail of the snail.
in the pot stained with use,
in the axe and the plow.
in the old woman's silence,
in the broken window.
in worn out boots, and the broken lock.
in the gravel drive,
in the eyes of the hungry....
in the fear of those oppressed by war.
in the dead squirrel's body,
in the nest left empty.
in the prisoner staring
through a window barred.
in the old man's chair,
a dog's turd and a hill of ants.
in the fallen leaf,
in the empty room.
in solitude and stillness,
in the prayer of lonliness.
in trash strewn in the alley,
in the grave unmarked.
in the truth of doubt,
in a puddle of rainwater.
in fresh cut grass,
in the cow fresh milked.
in the lover's touch,
in the dialogue of silence.
in the shovel, the hammer, and the flute.
in the grain of the old tree,
and the woman giving birth...
let us speak of nothing less!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Your Lips Taste Like

your lips taste like
my heart wrapped in brown paper,
and left out in the rain....
the cloud that drifts by taunting,
the old dog dying in the field.
the rose just before it opens,
the blood surging from the bullet wound.
the bottom of the bridge
the homeless sleep under...
a falling star, a leaf blown by the wind.
the hungry child's whimper,
the howl of the wolves.
the desire of the turtle,
a flat tire on a deserted road.
the surge of the ocean,
and the pulse of the mountain.
like a postage stamp
from a faraway shore...
like the little girl's hands
opening the door of the cage,
and the sound the feathers make,
the light glinting on her tears.
and the soft underside
of my own heart!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Always Coming Home

why is it every time
i think of the south
i can taste...
cornbread, beans,
fried chicken,
hell, everything fried!
barbeque, good whiskey,
southern baptist revivals,
dark eyed girls moaning,
fresh turned earth on the plow,
oak split by the axe,
squirrels, rabbits, and frogs...

and yes, the hanging tree,
the buses partitioned by hate,
the factories sucking life's blood,
now shut down and haunted.
the milk cows gone dry,
and doors that are now locked.
the meth lab taste of plastic,
hillbilly heroin by the pill.
graveyards desecrated,
the lakes and rivers poisoned....
that long walk across mississippi,
and old cars up on blocks.
trailer parks rusting down,
old depots, and empty tracks

sundown over the mountains,
and spirits in the night....
her prodigal son,
always coming home!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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You Know The Rest!

you can smell poverty,
without ever asking.
you can taste hunger,
you can feel unspoken sorrow.
open your eyes,
you can see the season.
and in a lover's eyes,
the door, and the bolt.
feel the ashes,
too cold to stir.
take a deep breath,
move your mechanical feet.
time doesnt lie,
and doesnt know truth.
'ashes to ashes...'
you know the rest!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Fallen, Empty, And Broken

fallen soldier
fallen sky
fallen angel
from on high
fallen heartache
fallen soul
fallen man
losing control

empty bed
empty arms
empty dreams
empty heart
empty wallet
empty hands
cant take nothin'
from an empty man

broken promises
broken vows
broken spirit
wont allow
broken fences
broken lives
broken tomorrows
broken nights

fallen, empty, and broken
every road is the same
bent, bruised, and shaken
still numb from the pain
now you dont answer
when i call out your name
fallen, empty, and broken
walking in the rain...

fallen, empty, and broken...

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Passing The Time

By ginger baker and mike taylor
It is a cold winter,
Away is the songbird.
And gone is her traveller,
She waits at home.
The sun is on holiday,
No leaves on the trees.
The animals sleep
While cold north wind blows.
The snowflakes are falling,
The roof a white blanket.
Theres ice on the window pane,
She waits alone.
She sits by the fireside,
The room is so warm.
Her children are sleeping,
She waits in their home.
Passing the time.
Passing the time.
Everything fine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, everything fine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, everything fine.
Passing the time, wine and time rhyme.
Passing the time.
It is a long winter,
Away is the summer.
She waits for her traveller
So far from home.
She sits by the fireside,
The room is so warm.
Theres ice on the window,
Shes lonely alone.

song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Passing The Time

By ginger baker and mike taylor
It is a cold winter,
Away is the songbird.
And gone is her traveller,
She waits at home.
The sun is on holiday,
No leaves on the trees.
The animals sleep
While cold north wind blows.
The snowflakes are falling,
The roof a white blanket.
Theres ice on the window pane,
She waits alone.
She sits by the fireside,
The room is so warm.
Her children are sleeping,
She waits in their home.
Passing the time.
Passing the time.
Everything fine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, everything fine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, everything fine.
Passing the time, wine and time rhyme.
Passing the time.
It is a long winter,
Away is the summer.
She waits for her traveller
So far from home.
She sits by the fireside,
The room is so warm.
Theres ice on the window,
Shes lonely alone.

song performed by by Cream
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Hand To The Plow,2011

sitting outside this morning,
watching it rain.... gathering,
gathering strength from i
know not where...

seems like we're not making
any headway... teetering on
the edge of survival...
this year especially tough...

get it up, get it on...
put your hand to the plow!
all around us people,
all different knids of people,

but people... are struggling,
are in need, are in want....
we are a disjointed family,
watching each other sink!

we have got to become aware,
to break down the walls of division...
the only way out is together...
what we have we have to share!

but there can be no more 'me'
and 'i'... no more self oriented
delusions... we cannot follow greed.
we have to turn our weapons

of destruction into shovels and hoes.
we have to join hands, and do it now.
if you're hungry, i'm hungry!
if you're homeless, i'm homeless!

no more apathy, no more doing nothing!
put your hands to the plow! ....
or get out of the way!
life demands hard working involvement!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Tree of Ashes

The Tree Of Ashes

'You should have died at birth'
That's what his mother said
Had he died at birth
Maybe, many would be ahead

Soon, She's the one who's leaving
Going on her way
She will be the one who will be judged
On that her judgement day

He was the blame for all their ills
Although he knows not why
Maybe they all were right
And should have taken the time to die

He didn't die, he's still he's still here
What should we do with him?
Find a stone to cast at him
You who are all without sin

There are two who squabble over things
Not theirs and never were
And two who could care less
For Frankincense and Myrrh

When she's gone, she'll be the last
Of that tree with broken branches
Spread over the earth, is this tree
The tree that's turned to ashes

A tree that could have been so strong
Instead of mean and ugly sorrow
This tree of life that will be gone
As quickly as tomorrow

Jim 2008

poem by James Casey
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Straw, Or Sky?

is a sparrow's nest
made of straw,
or made of sky?

do we come from the womb?
or return to it?

do we plow the earth?
or does it plow us?
where will we be at harvest?

do we spend all of our lives
trying to go back
to what we knew as a child?

are we then mouth,
nipple,
or the lonely phallus

of a forgotten god?
the empty hand,
or the sound of wings...

testify!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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