Edward W. Cousins

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Edward was born April 29,1970 raised in Tacoma Washington. currently resides in Charlotte NC. a loving father of two boys and one girl. A musician and poet who had begun writing poetry and short storys at a young age of ten.Just beginning to read poetry in public and pursuing publication to his collection. First off i would like to thank you for taking the time to read my work.I am very interested in gettin my poetry to the mass public and look forward to marketing and promoting my work with you and other mass public sources And will do so to the upmost of my ability.For poetry is my life, my dream and love.I believe i have a wide range style of writing.And eagerly pursue as much knowledge and creativity to all styles as i can.With just starting writing full time these past two years i have learned alot and continue to do so.I like to on one day write a dark poem with enormous imagery and little bit of horror.Then next write a heart felt passionate love poem.Then a poem of spring time feelings of joy.I try not to let any form of poetry style hold me back. everything i write is from true passion and real life and from the soul. Some of my inspirations are as follows.T.S.Elliot, Robert Frost, Edgar Allen Poe, Sara Teasdale and Elizabeth Barret-Browning.I tend to enjoy poetry and writes from the 1800`s and early to mid 1900`s...im also a bass player for black ritual.)

The Best Poem Of Edward W. Cousins

Preacher Man

I shouldn't have been in this world you created,
in this place of decadence and annihilation...
Is that all you got god?
I`ve been through alot worse.
Death.
Life.
Suicide.
I can take it.
I`ve been on the side of a road
looking headfirst into
a mack truck.
Roaring down the highway.
I thought id kiss the front bumper.
But i let it pass anyway.
This day a man stopped
to give me a ride, he was a preacher, no lie.
I couldn't talk to him, but to say thanks for the ride.
I would have broken down from the inside.
He looked at me like he new my whole life.
He looked right through me.
And said, if i ever needed a place to rest my head,
i could go to his church.
I never did.
But i did thank him for the ride.
I think he saved my life.
Maybe i didn't kiss that truck because
i knew he was coming down the road soon.
Maybe he was angel, maybe so.
I think if you took my life today,
no matter how afraid i would be,
or have been.
I would say that.
I have felt love.
I have felt pain.Really god?
What else is there? Love? Pain?
Its all the same?
I would have to question that even to myself.
Because pain feels allot worse than love.
Its the same feeling of butterflies in your stomach though.
I reckon the only difference is, one
you want to kiss a mack truck!
The other you thank a preacher for a ride.
And then hope for the best in life.

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