We Identify...
it is in silence
that we identify
sounds as other than noise!
it is in bondage
that we identify freedom
as more than a dream.
it is in lonliness
that we identify love
as both the path and the journey.
it is in anger
that we identify forgiveness
as the release.
it is in despair
that we identify hope
as one foot after the other.
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Why Have We Forgotten?
crows bark,
clouds hiss and sputter,
grass moans,
mountains whimper like children.
trees groan and turn,
rivers dance in silence.
owls speak Greek and Hebrew,
and cattle speak in tongues.
snakes plant corn by moonlight,
and snails dance in the dark.
turtles carry messages from god,
and hawks search the skies for truth.
buddhas laugh...
and small children know.
why have we forgotten?
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Change The World, Change Me!
change the world, change me!
the revolution reaches autumn.
the wings of my dreams join the birds,
preparing to fly south.
the fireflies of my passion,
lay down the final gauntlet.
i let go of my thoughts,
and listen, just listen!
we walk a thousand miles,
to become seed and dirt.
the world that was distant,
now the sweat on my brow.
for i am the world...
change me, change the world!
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Lovers And Friends
talking, or not talking,
walking, side by side,
hand in hand...
small kind gestures,
a knowing wink,
thoughts shared,
quiet laughter...
dreams that fall like stars
through felt-like layers
of darkness...
dont have to be nobody else,
no need to impress, or flaunt....
a glass of wine,
a fresh cup of coffee...
moment by moment,
alive and aware...
friends make the best lovers!
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Never Lit!
we are but
small burnt memories,
unnamed ashes that smolder.
blades of grass never speaking,
small stones half buried.
dust on the windowpane,
raindrops that fall
and then rise...
straw gathered for the nest,
the silence of the eggs.
the tongue, and the ear,
the moment that does not pass.
the lid on the box,
the nails shaped like prayers.,
nothing, everything...
candles never lit!
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No Tears... He Lives!
another picker played
his last tune last night,
laid down his instrument,
and went home.....
and yet his music lives
in the hearts of those he moved,
in the memories of those he
helped mold by human touch....
in the prayers of those whose lives
were changed simply by
coming into contact with him....
in the spirit of freedom
giving hope to those he left behind...
no tears... he lives!
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Overthrow (The Working Poor)
overthrow...
the weight of the world
on the bent shoulders
of the working poor.
empty pots, and
nowhere to lay your head...
pulling bent nails
with a borrowed hammer
from a tumbling down shack!
overthrow...
if you cant change it,
break it! take it back!
break free of the cage!
though the guns are pointed,
stand up and dare!
nothing left to lose,
and everything to gain...
overthrow..
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Betrayed By The Soul!
religion,
and capitalism,
both sell the spirit
to numb the soul.
we would construct god
out of victory,
and burn the bodies of defeat.
while men in black masks
kill women and children,
and turn the bodies of color
into nickels and dimes.
hunger feeds on itself
neath the lash and the gun.
they trap the last wolf,
and kill the last whale...
as the spirit grows numb,
betrayed by the soul!
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Invisible Ink!
the invisible man
writes with invisible ink,
the pages of the book,
seldom turned...
often writes with hammer and nails,
sometimes shovel and plow...
sometimes a cigarette bummed,
a cup of coffee and a sandwich!
a small child's eyes,
or an old man's eyes,
a patchwork heart,
and a spirit that soars...
the invisible man
who stands beside,
and never backs down...
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Like You In The Mirror!
let me be...
the bridge, the cup,
the lifeboat, the beacon.
the open hand offered,
the shovel, the saw.
the house left open,
the fire built to share.
the cool rag on the forehead,
the silence that heals.
the field waiting to turn,
the plow, and the mule.
the coat, the hat,
the blanket and the bed.
the ear with a face,
the face with a heart.
the heart that looks
like you in the mirror!
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