The Cross On Your Hill
tis the beat of sorrow
that undresses the body of god.
the wind driven by need
that blows out the candle.
and the darkness that holds suffering
that wraps around the desire...
tis my tongue nailed
to the cross on your hill.
i run with the wolves,
and swim with the whales.
i know the sound of the bullet striking,
and the echo of the fall.
i taste the empty of the cup
held by the grimy hand...
i've stood by the fires,
where lost souls shuffle and stomp.
i am heart and hand,
penis, and spirit.
i am the madness,
and the ear sliced off.
i want, i need,
i breathe with the earth.
i'll stand by your window
when the moonlight fails.
clouds, wind, and whispering spirits,
your lips, your eyes...
i cant escape!
and all the dreams
and the journeys,
are nothing more...
the wars have ended,
my love just begun!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Wind From... Elsewhere
The wind blows here... the wind blows there
The wind seems to blow from... everywhere.
But the wind I love... when it blows... blows fair...
This wind... when it blows... blows from... ELSEWHERE! Can you see its graceful fingers... playing in your hair?
Nay! You cannot see the wind... e'en though you know it's there.
It's flitting... it's flirting... it's prancing everywhere
This wind... when it blows... blows from... ELSEWHERE! It blows unexpectedly... with a gentle breeze... it blows...
The Great Hand of Miracles... brings it... then it goes
To greet the early morning sun... to dance to and fro
From the highest, loftiest mountain heights... to valleys... far below. 'Who is He that sitteth upon the circle of the earth...
Who gathereth the winds in his fists—Who maketh a wind to pass over...
Thou hearest the sound thereof...
But canst not tell whence it cometh... and wither it goeth.' The wind blows here... the wind blows there...
The wind seems to blow... from everywhere.
But the wind I love... when it blows... blows fair—
This wind... when it blows... blows from... ELSEWHERE!
poem by Elga Haymon White
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Cry Of The Lonely...
i have heard the cry of the lonely,
the tree bent with grief for the ocean.
the squirrel who dreams of wings,
the mountain melting with need to wander.
the child orphaned by war or poverty,
the monk on fire for a world that's blind...
the beaten body in the prison cell,
the door opened, no one there.
the naked body weeping on an empty bed,
the voice calling without echo.
the tongue that walks the rainy night...
the moon hidden by clouds cold and distant.
the lonesome sound of the faraway train,
the lover who walks the garden...
the empty streets, the hollowed houses,
where not even the scent of memory lingers.
the bruised hand stuck in the pocket,
the letter never addressed.
the flower that bloomed, and no one saw,
the bent nail on the back of the shed....
the candle snuffed.... the last words lost...
lips swollen, set, and driven...
am i the cry, or just the shell,
that brushes against your heart without name?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Boat Waits
the wolf runs night's paths
with hungry eyes...
magnificent in the moonlight,
panting with desire.
following the scent
from which he came...
he stops in the clearing,
and howls!
the hawk soars the skies,
as if a path.
over mountains and valleys,
in and out of clouds.
eyes intent, with furious purpose...
with wings that taste and touch,
intimate, yet scorched!
the wind blows, the waves come in,
and go out... the boat is empty!
leaves fall from the trees,
only god hears and knows.
and i walk the darkness,
part wolf, part hawk...
both wind and wave...
following the scent,
with desire and purpose!
the boat waits, the lantern is lit!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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What Then Is Love?
what then is love?
if it be not this...
the sound of your voice,
the stillness i breathe.
your scent, rainswept pines,
and wet plowed earth.
your skin the feathers
of dead crows seeking flight.
your hunger the thunder,
splitting clouds swollen with passion.
your eyes a bucket of rainwater,
shimmering in the moonlight.
your breasts the river,
your heart moss covered stone.
your soul the wind,
coming and gone without restraint.
your kiss the crackle
of branches in the fire...
your taste the shadow
that just stole the light.
your body the harbor,
this ship lost at sea.
your memory the anchor,
salt spray on my lips!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Snail Crossing.... (Part Twelve)
human sexuality...
the bridge from one soul to another,
the holiest of fires,
both darkness and light,
creation and death,
the tenderness the wind mourns for,
the storm that changes the face
of the earth...
holding nothing back,
touch the one you love,
aware of each tiny eternity,
in rhythm with the tides...
only your heart knows...
the lost part of you...
the echo of your spirit,
the hand into which you dissolve...
you are the breath of each other...
and no one else has the right to judge!
love madly and urgently...
but most of all.... love!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Whispering Wind
like the whispering wind you sent to me
like the hopeless time you gave to me
i watched your dreams all slip away
i watched your dreams all slip away
there's a hopeless place inside my heart
when i look inside i see where we are
like the whispering wind in the top of the trees
i will watch the sky come following me
like the rain on my windows late every night
like the hope i have for us every time
it's like the whispering wind in the top of the trees
i see it sway as you come for me
there's a whispering wind i feel it inside
like a place i can feel but never will see
let a whisper come touch you come touch every thing
i stand in the way of the things i can be
let the whispering wind come lift us away
let it push us apart if we wish to stay
you're my sweetness my baby my love for all time
like the whispering wind it makes you all mine
like the whispering wind you stand here with me
like the whispering wind you stand here with me
i see your dreams all slip away
slip away
slip away
slip away
song performed by by Moby
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Or Just The Wind!
the hand of eros
wipes the sweat
from my forehead...
or perhaps it's only the wind
that i have come to know...
the mountains i climbed
now look like foothills....
the tips of my wings charred
and dredged through oil.
the dreams i held,
dreams of flesh and spirit,
now blow like dust
into the darkness of night.
and the taste of blood
now need be nothing more....
the river i felt inside me
poured into your deepest valley,
and lit the blackness
with tiny liquid fireflies.
inside of you, inside of hunger,
pulsing, pulsing... till
the light went out....
by a small fire too wet to burn,
i peed in the sand....
and stood waiting for the waves
to come and wash it away!
the hand of eros... or just the wind!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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When The Wind Blows
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
In my mind i see,
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
This is an emergency.
In a part of this once-great city
Stands a child crying out in pity.
Gone is hope in the heart of each hungry hour.
Every year in this land of plenty
There are millions of starving children
What will i say if they look my way?
This is an emergency.
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
In my mind i see,
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
This is an emergency.
Bow your heads to the lost generation
Scars so deep, bringing god's damnation.
Businessmen sip wine while congress argue.
But for grace we enjoy our pleasures
What we face will be our salvation
Go build your towns, but remember time will not forget
That this is an emergency.
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
This is an emergency.
Think of what the wise men said.
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
In my mind i see,
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
In my mind i see,
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
This is an emergency.
song performed by by Kinks
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On A Distant Hill!
lover...
broken heart,
you undress painfully,
evolving from soul to self.
turn away from the window,
the moonlight will follow...
to find your breasts weeping,
and the shadows in your void.
tender eyes almost afraid,
to give the only gift
you have left...
you cross the bridge trembling,
your scent hangs in the air.
redeeming the given in given,
the tiny box on the dresser.
i will wrap you forever
in the light hidden in darkness.
your heart the bell,
mine the shell holding echo.
i kiss your feet with desire
while the wolves howl
on a distant hill!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Am (Life Calling)
i am...
nothing evolving into nothing,
the well worn handle of the hoe.
hand me down shoes, the melon sliced,
the plate handed to the grateful.
i am the end of religion,
and the rebirth of the spirit.
i am the gay couple wed,
and the old man and woman,
married for forty years!
i am blindness to the color of skin,
and kindness without expectation.
i am the end of nations,
a new beginning to the world.
i am peace that never thinks of profit.
i am both Jesus and Judas,
i am the end of oil's dominion.
i am the plow, and the mule,
the carpenter and the farmer.
i am man and woman equal,
i am forgiveness and forgetting.
i am the human hand,
the human heart, the human spirit.
i am the language of whales,
the secret whispering of the wind.
i am life calling...
to the living!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Become Deliverance!
when the darkness is so deep
you can taste it,
and the shout of silence
rattles your bones...
there is a candle
on a bare table
in the room hidden
deep in your heart...
light it, and carry on!
when death taunts you with superstition,
and your hands grasp
for things you once held...
there is a wind that has followed you
since you were a child...
let go, open the door, let it in!
when sorrow tugs at your heart
with the gravity of the tides,
and the faces of the suffering
smell like burning flesh...
there is a bridge
made of your own mistakes...
cross it, and become deliverance!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Breathe Your Name
With every breath I take
is to breathe your name.
With every beat of my heart,
I feel the same.
Your love flows over me
always constantly.
I know there is no one else for me.
You are always in my thoughts
no matter where I am.
When we are together
and I touch your hand,
heaven stands before us
in our promised land.
I loved you from the first moment
my eyes saw you.
Now whenever the wind blows
I breathe your name.
5 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Rolandson
The wind blows and it knows it course,
But my love will hit you like the bullet!
Because, i deeply love you for what you are.
The wind blows and we are lost in the cold,
But the muse of love is what i bring to you;
And we will live on forever!
You are talking of a person who is loved by many;
And i am talking of a person who is loved by one;
For, i have my grandmother's grave to share with you.
The rain does not fall on one man's house,
But i am living in a small room to share this love with you;
And i need your love to move on like the bullet train.
The store is ready for the coffee and i need your love,
But Auntie Jane is around to see me through;
For the love of Narobi is all about you.
A message to my wife,
Of the muse of things that clouds the air;
Buit my faith will lead me on to fulfil my dreams.
You are after this adventure and i am after this love,
And like Rolnadson who lives in the woods!
But my muse will touch you for you to learn about me as well.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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You... Now!
you are... now,
the small fire built
'neath a tree in the rain,
the song of the whipporwill.
the dirty faced little girl
playing down in the barn,
the milk cow butchered
to face the winter.
the gurgle of the stream,
the whisper of branches bare.
the taste of blood
on the tip of the tongue.
the yelp of love,
the stink of hunger.
the cup held out,
and the hand that pours.
the howl of the wind,
the arch of the back.
the mouth of desire,
and the holy whore.
the long far echo
of the heart's screaming beat.
the soft falling rain,
the prayer, unanswered!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Only Son
O bitter wind toward the sunset blowing,
What of the dales tonight?
In yonder gray old hall what fires are glowing,
What ring of festal lights?
In the great window as the day was dwindling
I saw an old man stand;
His head was proudly held and his eyes kindling,
But the list shook in his hand.'
O wind of twilight, was there no word uttered,
No sound of joy or wail?
'A great fight and a good death,' he muttered;
'Trust him, he would not fail.''
What of the chamber dark where she was lying
For whom all life is done?
'Within her heart she rocks a dead child, crying
'My son, my little son.''
poem by Sir Henry Newbolt
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Into the darkness of His hand
In the deepest valley and the darkest night
There is a hand that holds my hand
And like a child I know not my way
All I know is with whom I stand
There seems to be no way ahead
And the road before me is crumbling
My hand is in my Fathers hand
It is all that keeps me from stumbling
You dare not look to you left or right
For it falls away to the dark abyss
And the path it seems to have come to an end
Yet my hand is held tightly in His
Just when I need my senses the most
And I must not be taken by surprise
I feel my hand in my Fathers hand
And He says ' my son, close your eyes.'
And my head screams out ' you'll fall and die, '
Yet my heart feels my hand in His hand
And the Lord says ' trust in me,
Shut you eyes and together we'll stand'
And so fear and doubt gave way to trust
I closed my eyes and held His hand tight
He led me through the deepest valley
He led me through the darkest night
poem by Frank McEleny
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The Day We Fall In Love
Words and music by
Sandy linzer and denny randell
Therell be birds singin evrywhere,
And the wind will be blowin thru your hair.
Ill look in your eyes
And wait for the prize;
Your lips kissing mine
With a love that is real.
And youll look so young and fair
On the day we fall in love!
You and me
On the day we fall in love.
Youll see!
Therell be rainbows reachin cross the sky
And well beoth be so happy we will cry.
Well walk hand in hand
In snow or in sand
Whether roses are blooming
Or snowmen stand by.
Time will stop, for you and i
On the day we fall in love!
It will be on the day we fall in love.
Youll see!
And if the lines that I say fall apart,
Its because I wont know where to start.
But youll undersand when I say them to you,
cause theyll come straight from my heart.
On the day we fall in love,
You and me,
On the day we fall in love,
Youll see,
Youll see.
song performed by by Monkees
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Foolish Heart
I held your hand so fair
And like the morning sun
We cause an ancient rhyme
Oh I will laugh, I will cry
For you
Like the wind that blows
The stars that shine
The cool of night
My ivory moon
The wind that calls
The stars will shine
And I will come
And you will say
This is enough
Of me and my foolish heart
My foolish heart
Oh you will take my hand
And we will wander far away
Oh you will take my hand
And I will follow
Down where the walls come crashing
Down where the proudest fall
Down where those fools come rushing in
To where they fell before
Down where the age has passed me
I will be sure
You will be there and I will belong
To me and my foolish heart
I will run to you
Hey johnny
Where you gonna go
With that gun in your hand...
song performed by by Johnny Hates Jazz
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True Love Wars
(a. bell / v. clarke)
See those eyes like stars
Will fall from the sky.
Soaring through the icy
Wastelands of space.
Tears on the window,
Feeling the wind blow.
Rushing right trough you,
Knows all that you do.
All is fair in true love wars.
All is fair in true love wars.
I guess Im into feeling
Higher lately.
Higher than Ive ever been
This thing called love.
Like an angel of the wilderness descends.
The rain comes down
To wash the morning so fair.
Cries of hysteria,
Fire coming near ya.
Cheers to the madness, sorrow and sadness.
All is fair in true love wars.
Knowing
All is fair in true love wars.
Give me time to think it over,
Give me room and space to breathe in.
Let me while away the hours,
To be sure to work it out.
song performed by by Erasure
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Life In Her Creaking Shoes
Life in her creaking shoes
Goes, and more formal grows,
A round of calls and cues:
Love blows as the wind blows.
Blows! . . . in the quiet close
As in the roaring mart,
By ways no mortal knows
Love blows into the heart.
The stars some cadence use,
Forthright the river flows,
In order fall the dews,
Love blows as the wind blows:
Blows! . . . and what reckoning shows
The courses of his chart?
A spirit that comes and goes,
Love blows into the heart.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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