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The Wetness....

when the shells are spent,
and the bodies lay quiet.
when the ravens full,
lumber in stillness.
when the spider's web is full,
the felled tree rotted.
when ants stagger in drunken delirium.
when the cat's claw is broken,
the window painted over.
and the name of the logs
forgotten by fire...
all that's left, all that remains,
the trail and the scent of the wetness

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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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Wreck Site

How many wrecks does it take
How many broken necks will snap
How many bones will break, before you leave sober from the bar…?

You say, im ok,
And into car…
You shall be driving a drunken holiday on a full night time highway

Everyone is in the way show the car they way home
Sleep on the wheel the car will surpass me
Stagger from the car with shards glass around thee

You laugh at the site that others despair
Its not coincidental that bar was left un-sobar
And now the wreck is the car

poem by Daniel Richards
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All is Full of Love

Nothing left but each other,
Plastic and metal.
No one here to say hello,
No one to tell us what we need to know.
Oh so lonely,
So secluded.
With only the love for each other,
Wires and bolts,
They have gone,
Left us alone
Only you and me,
And the machines that make us.
Oh so many of us,
Made like each other,
No differences,
Nothing unique.
All is full of love.
Yet nothing remains to be loved.
Oh all is full of love,
With nothing left but each other,
We are forgotten,
But we have each other,
Metal and plastic,
All is full of love.
Yet they are alone,
In the arms of each other,
Their tears running together,
All if full of love,
Alone in the world,
Wires and bolts,
All is full of love,
Together they move through life,
No one to show them what to think,
Show them truth,
Plastic and metal,
All is full of love,
With no one but each other to share it with,
The same as each other,
Yet still they are together,
All is full of love.

By: Bethany Maxwell
February 13,2010

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COOL full TREE's

Tree's
Are
Ntaure' fan...'s...!
Fun of
Tree's...
To
The earth...!
To
Sun fire
Hot...
Catching
Green full
Umberlaw's...
The tree's...
Simply
Earth
Evean joy
Tree's...
Air counition

Of tree's
Shadow..
Hut
The sun fre
Cool full...
Collor full...!

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Speaking Guide Book

“In Chiang Mai
there are many shapeful chedis
in which nowhere can be seen.”

Is stillness something
or is it merely
what’s left over
when things
disappear?

How can things
which are ever-moving,
ever-changing,
not be?

Stillness is complete and perfect
when boundaries disappear.

Cattle
do not feel
the farmyard gate
pressing against
their outward-going faces.

The goat
does not feel
the rope tugging
like the endless past
at its throat.

The bird
does not break
its wing
against the window pane.

The butterfly
does not struggle
into immobility
in the tangles of the spider’s web.

The ear ceases to vibrate,
the skin to be the terminus
of an electric field.

The eye is not stabbed
by arrows of fire.

When the sea is a millpond,
a mirror to the sky above,
a darkened window
to hazy depths below,
and the air is palpable
in its stillness,
where have the waves gone?

poem by Brian Taylor
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Lover, Come To Me!

lover, come to me!
i am the wind,
the sound, and the fury.
the small patches of fur,
left in the ditch.
the stained sheet,
the crack in the window.
i am the barking of dogs,
the song of cicadas...
i am the broken plow,
the hammer laid aside.
the bucket full of rainwater,
the tree bent by the storm.
i am the bodies of the innocents,
the nightmares of the guilty...
the stink of blood
dried by the sun...
the wagonload of melons,
the tornado swept roof.
i am the small shop,
where things are built by hand.

lover, come to me!
the oceans rage...
mountains are shaken,
the night has no end.
the sweat of desire,
covers my nakedness.
i am invisible.
i am the ghost
whose body you feel!
i am the madness
that your stillness defines...
lover, come to me!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Drunken Head Blues

Well the bricks are piled on main street
And the sun is turning brown
Anybody with any sense
Has already left town
The beast is hollering lonesome
And the ghost of rimbaud rides
Ive got a drunken head full of reasons why
Ive got a broken heart inside
I can hear a dog someplace barking
I hear the wind begin to moan
At night I walk these rain splattered streets
Dead on my feet and all alone
My dreams begin to crumble
I can feel the downward slide
Ive got a drunken head full of reasons why
Ive got a broken heart inside
I have seen all of my dreams
Slipping away like sand
Love has grown wings and left me
Flown right out of my hand
Now Im weary and bruised from singing the blues
And my fortunes are down
My face and my walk are known
In every bar and dive in town
You can ask me where am I going
But Ill let your question ride
Ive got a drunken head full of reasons why
Ive got a broken heart inside
Ive got a handful of mist
Ive got a barrel of it
What do I do with it
Now Ive got no place to run
And Ive got no place to hide
All my trials, all my cares
All my worries, all my pride
All my sins, all my troubles
Theyre being washed in by the tide
And I wish, how I wish
That I could get on that horse
And ride and ride, ride and ride, ride and ride
Onto the other side
Ride on to the other side
Ride on to the other side
Ride on to the other side
Ride on to the other side, the other side, the other side...
Now Ive got a pain in my soul
And its fifteen miles wide
Now Ive got a pain in my soul
And its fifteen miles wide
Now Ive got a pain in my soul
And its fifteen miles wide
Ive got a drunken head full of reasons why
Ive got a broken heart inside

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Drunken Head Blues

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Whose Country Is This?

Whose country is this?
It is a land full of snakes;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of many waters;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of thieves! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of people;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of oil;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of earthquakes!
Whose country is this?
it is a land full of lovers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of volcanoes!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of beautiful flowers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of hansome men;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of beautiful women;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of roses;
Whose country is this?
it is a land ruled only by men;
Whose country is this?
It is a land without rainfall;
Whose country is this?
It is a land ruled by a woman;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of corruption!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pirates! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land ruled by law;
Whose country is this?
It is a land controlled by rebels!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of ice;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pregnant women;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of the sins of Sodom and Gomorrah!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of singers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of troubles;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of war! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land with the biggest cemetery in the wolrd!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of desert;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of trees;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pregnant teenagers!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of timber;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of hatred;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of love;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of care;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of peace;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of smokers!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of businesses;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of harlots;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of wise people;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of idiots!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of gold;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of cocoa;
Whose country is this?
It is a alnd full of crabs;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of evil;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of rainfalls;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of ants;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of horses;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pigs;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of statues;
Whose country is this?
it is a land full of birds;
And so on, and so forth!
Because nature had made them so as we see them around us,
But the wise and fool live together on this earth.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Full Moon By My Window

full moon by my window

dark night as hair
light and warm her body

full moon by my window
i bathe in love

full moon by my window
i breathe happiness

full moon by my window
she is fast asleep in my arms

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Return

Once more. Look: a spent old scarecrow
shrivelled face
straw-dry shadow
swaying like a leaf
bending and swaying over books.

Once more. Look: a spent old crone
weaving and weaving
knitted stockings
mouth full of curses
lips forever mumbling curses.

There’s the household cat
has not moved since I left,
still dreaming by the stove
playing cat and mouse
in his dream.

And as ever, in darkness
the spider weaves
hanging its web
full of swollen fly corpses
in the dark west corner.

You’ve not changed:
All old as the hills.
Nothing new.
I’ll join you, old cronies!
Together we’ll rot till we stink.

poem by Hayyim Nahman Bialik
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Gasping For Light

i built a fire in the yard.
slowly walked back into the house.
gathering everything of value.
my books, my clothes, my boots,
old photographs, letters, pictures,
everything i've ever written.
every memory.

took them outside,
and fed them to the fire!
and walked off barefoot
into the night.

lover, dance with me!
we call unto each other
from distances, through barriers,
breaking down walls of seperation;
through tears and angry silence,
echoing through the night.

i kiss your eyes, your lips,
the arch of your neck.
your fingertips, your feet,
the inside of your thighs.
your wetness.

you open your eyes,
and the shadow disappears!

spirits dance in the moonlight!
a soft wind rustles
through the trees.
the howl of a dog,
car lights on a forgotten road;
a screen door closes softly.
old house wrapped in stillness.

only a faint sound.
the footsteps of God
walking in your heart!

i can smell your perfume,
or maybe the scent of rain coming.
i can taste you in the
cool damp earth,
in the blood of a small animal
killed by a passing car,
in the cry of the baby
waking up hungry,
in the web of the spider.
in the hollow of my soul.

two moths lost in the darkness,
gasping for light.

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Looking For Sugar!

following the trail of the ants,
past empty factory buildings.
past fields not planted.
past vacant store fronts.
past cars up on blocks,
and signs yelling 'for rent'...
following the trail of the ants,
looking for sugar!
following the trail of the sun,
from day unto night.
from family to forsaken.
from home to the road.
from god to the faces
that ring like haunted church bells,
following the trail of the sun...
looking for sugar!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Shadow and Light Source Both

How does a part of the world leave the world?
How does wetness leave water?

Dont' try to put out fire by throwing on
more fire! Don't wash a wound with blood.

No matter how fast you run, your shadow
keeps up. Sometimes it's in front!

Only full overhead sun diminishes your shadow.
But that shadow has been serving you.

What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is
your candle. Your boundaries are your quest.

I could explain this, but it will break the
glass cover on your heart, and there's no
fixing that.

You must have shadow and light source both.
Listen, and lay your head under the tree of awe.

When from that tree feathers and wings sprout on you,
be quieter than a dove. Don't even open your mouth for
even a coo.

poem by Rumi
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Our Tree

When spring comes round, our apple tree
Is very full of flowers,
And when a bird sits on a branch
The petals fall in showers.

When summer comes, our apple tree
Is very full of green,
And everywhere you look in it
There is a leafy screen.

When autumn comes, our apple tree
Is full of things to eat.
The apples hang from every branch
To tumble at our feet.

When winter comes, our apple tree
Is full of snow and ice
And rabbits come to visit it...
We think our tree is nice.

poem by Marchette Chute
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Scriptures I Hallow

the scriptures i hallow...
the newborn baby's cry,
the chant of fresh turned earth.
the grey echo of emptiness
in abandoned farmhouses.
the beat of darkness,
of the homeless streets.
the scent of freedom,
caught behind prison bars.
the cat's claw, the robin's egg,
hardened desire, and fertile wetness.
the needle broken, the spicket rusted,
the candle half burned down.
the hunger bowl filled,
the silence when all gunfire stops,
the sound of dirt on the casket!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Walk The Path In Stillness

walking barefoot...
down alleys dark,
while children play
with garbage and broken glass.
past unlocked doors,
through buildings spent,
left for ghosts and tribal memories.
past walls charred by sweat and time,
left to smolder with empty ache....
to the time before the time before,
when living had a name.

under war torn skies,
over bodies strewn,
and left for birds of prey.
down dusty roads,
holding a child's dark hands,
in shadows anguished pain.
the skies aflame,
as if stars died, and every veil is rent.
to the sound of freedom's hungered drums,
and shadowed wings beating fury.

to the barren room,
the mattress on the floor,
frost upon the pane.
where lovers turned upon the spit,
with bodies made of water.
eyes wide open, living thrust,
tongues tracing maps to destiny.
the hardened cock,
buried in soul's wet lips,
while angels silently prayed.
and the candle burned
till the break of dawn,
and moonlight's final kiss...
the barren room of the empty house,
where eternity revealed!

the field once plowed
has now turned brown...
sparrows pick at the dust.
and scriptures written
in hickory rust,
whispers lost to sound!
battles fought, and flags laid down,
cover caskets that wait for dirt.
the little girl's shoe, the old washtub,
the broken pot beneath the window.

while dogs bark, and ants converse,
and hearts are covered with snow.
the faces of god fade into wood,
stacked and thrown into the fire.
be it dream, be it madness,
or the simple turning of the wheel...
the wind turns with a final kiss,
bare feet walk the path in stillness!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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That Smoke!

you smell like skin,
rain damp fresh plowed earth.
the ball in the glove,
the hammer strikes the nail.

and i know about fire,
love cries and hot wetness.
the frenzied clutch of fingers,
the gasp and the tremor.

the old wood stove,
in the corner radiates,
you feed it logs,
split by time's axe.

till drunk with sleep,
both dreamless and forgotten.
you turn your back
to a final wisp of smoke...

i am that smoke!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Only You Can Decide...

perhaps then we were lovers
in ancient Greece...
perhaps you were the one who danced
in the cave when i discovered fire!
were we born just outside the garden,
in a land long forgotten?
were we primitive wolves,
mating in the moonlight?
perhaps you were the dry land
that split from my ocean.
perhaps your cry of passion,
exploded stars into dust!
perhaps i was gravity lost,
and you were the moon....
perhaps you were the spoken word,
and i took the form.
perhaps you were war,
and i came running in madness.
perhaps i am death,
and you are the grave...

we come panting across lifetimes,
tongues hung down dripping blood.
we tear down the sky,
we become the wind.
the body of the howling,
and the aching voice of need...
searching for each other,
again, and again....

do you love me? if not slay me!
my destiny demands fulfillment.
i am the tongue and the nail,
you the wetness and the fire.
be our language forgotten,
then wear my stillness.
be it crown or cross,
only you can decide!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Obliterated

Some say the world will end in fire
Some say in ice
your lives full of desire
your world turned over twice
i am yet what i am
none cares or knows
The world is lost
in a long forgotten snow
Earth like a raisin in the sun
drying up tears running down its face
Tomorrow ill be at the edge of the earth
a cross traveling overhead
protecting my place of birth
THe flick flick fire licking at edges
A tick tick of bombs hiding in hedges
let it be forgotten the earth turned to ashes
let it be forgotten earth enveloped in trashes
into the nothingness of scorn and noise
who will procure me
Into the land of girls and boys
who will secure me
i remember sounds like that from my childhood
laughter from no cause
i remember towns full of people
from my childhood
bustling with no pause
A wins that wips at my face
a kin that sips at my place
we belong
we belong
Twinkle twinkle little star
Do you see earth from so far
twinkle twinkle little earth
do you see a stars rebirth
My eyes are open
my eyes are shut
i see a trail of tiny duck
my feet are cold
my hands are clammy
i miss my little dog named sammy
what earth once was
is no more my birth once done
is practiced more
so why is it earth has left
No cries are heard
upon a breast

poem by Alexis Gallagher
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The Scriptures

Wreck Site

All is Full of Love

COOL full TREE's

Speaking Guide Book

Lover, Come To Me!

Drunken Head Blues

Drunken Head Blues

Whose Country Is This?

Full Moon By My Window

Return

Gasping For Light

Looking For Sugar!

Shadow and Light Source Both

Our Tree

Scriptures I Hallow

Walk The Path In Stillness

That Smoke!

Only You Can Decide...

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