Busy With Dying
we spend all of our lives,
busy with dying...
making final preperations,
for a trip across the room!
the prisoner makes preperations,
anxious for days...
anticipating his release.
almost afraid of freedom,
afraid of the unknown...
yet when the cell door opens,
the weight is lifted!
so busy with dying,
that we forget about living...
and so miss eternity,
in each moment!
the cell door is open!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Forget
the thief in the alley
behind the building
waiting for the lights
to go out...
his lights went out a long time ago,
or, maybe yesterday...
no job, his family gone,
no reason to be a man...
anymore...
the lights go out,
he steps from the shadows
with a handful of pipe,
smashing the skull of
unidentified footsteps...
takes the money bag and runs...
to the rush and the deadness
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Not Qualified To Judge...
not qualified to judge
another man's heart...
we have enough work to do
on our own...
but actions can be judged,
actions based in fear,
actions based in ignorance....
prejudices, hatreds, greed, apathy...
the battles we face
on the path to liberate ourselves!
compassion judges,
loves the person, hates the action,
lights the way, frees the soul.
minds controlled by hearts,
one step at a time....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Poe Was Right...
perhaps Poe was right....
the heart that clamors in these walls,
defies death with every verse.
we are more than death,
and less than the snail's journey.
it be not the lie clothed in many words,
but the scar revealed on the naked breast!
and genius itself some small miracle,
like walking on water,
or painting the moon.
the beauty lies in that which
we cannot perfect....
in that which already 'is'!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Stolen By The Lie
chained down, spread-eagled,
to the floor of a van....
being taken back to the lie...
that, waving flags, kills babies
not yet born to mothers
without faces or names...
subdue and enslave
in the name of holy freedom...
only held by those
not of color....
marching to the M16 beat
of tyranny driven by oil....
no flags burning?
perhaps they should...
wrapped on the bodies
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Temple Of The Self # 3
computer technology,
living like machines.
skyscrapers, housing projects
swallow up the green.
spray your food, get a pill,
walking in a dream.
safe sex, forced abortions,
and nothing is obscene.
and the sound of the heart
shakes the ground.
hunger burns, the sea churns,
and babies drown.
you pray to God,
but your prayers fall amid the furor.
in the temple of the self,
bowing down to the mirror!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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We Turn Away!
the mouth of the spirit,
trembles before it speaks.
the hand of the soldier,
wipes crumbs from
the face of god.
forever tastes like strawberries,
and sometimes you...
and then is gone!
what we dont know how to
think, or how to say,
is spoken quite freely by
the trees in the night.
what we box up
and call god,
falls in the face of the wind.
what the wind knows, it gives!
we turn away, struck dumb!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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America... The Fallen!
America...
lady of freedom weeping
in your streets broken,
cluttered with the bodies
of the jobless, homeless...
the hungry faces of your children
struck dumb by your apathetic hand....
do you hear? do you see?
do you feel? ....
whose graves will you mark
with your oil tinged pride?
whose god will you worship now?
and who will be left to carry
the heavy mark of your sins?
America....
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Coming Back....
would like to come back as a candle,
a bowl of soup held by hungry hands.
a simple wooden crutch for the crippled,
a bedpan for the aged.
a blanket for the homeless,
a small fire for the cold.
and the sound of a mother's voice,
quieting the child afraid.
a leaf, a turtle, perhaps a drink of water,
a tear that needs to be cried...
the straw that forms the sparrow's nest,
i could ask for nothing more!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Want To Believe!
i want to believe
that change is possible.
i want to believe
that tomorrow will come.
i want to believe
that equality will be realized.
i want to believe
that parity will become fact.
i want to believe
that diversity will be celebrated.
i want to believe
that knowledge will replace ignorance.
i want to believe
that compassion will defeat apathy.
i want to believe
that humanity will become human!
do you?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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