If Not All
mountain...
hawk,
tree,
newborn child,
dying old man,
fire in a clearing,
moonlight reflected through a window....
the prisoner,
a vagrant man,
the immigrant crossing the border....
the young woman giving birth,
starlight on wet grasses,
the prisoner walking
to his own execution....
an agnostic,
a heretic,
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Redeem The Time!
angry voices, hard line choices,
standing on the edge.
cant feed family, drug war society,
push you off the ledge.
Jesus in an SUV, religion without dignity,
while the hungry fall like sheep.
the working poor, just class whores,
bodies piled in a heap!
why's the truth so hard to find?
feels like the blind leading the blind.
just give us shelter and peace of mind....
give us today, redeem the time!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Storm Without Name!
morals and convictions
battered by need and despair,
turn to hard hungry action,
feeding mouths with faces!
the man whipped hard
by profit's demands,
turns on the oppressor,
with nothing to lose!
the word justice ne'er spoken,
the anger of the poor,
turns men into wolves,
that will be fed!
the price of survival narrowed,
to the sudden swift move,
so long in coming...
the storm without name!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Beware The Wrath
beware the wrath of the man
whose degree is written
in the callouses and bruises
on his time worn hands...
who gave it all, and then some,
never quitting, nor looking back.
whose family his world,
whose faith in the others
who worked and walked beside....
whose life you've destroyed
with unthinking greed,
who now has no identity
other than a number....
beware the wrath of the man
who built your home!
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I Like Smells
i like smells...
woodsmoke, and food,
black coffee in the morning.
the smell of rain,
of mud, of wetness.
the smell of the walls
of the cave, of the stone,
of the moss...
the smell of sex, of arousal,
of a woman's neck.
the smell of pine needles,
of an old house,
of fresh turned earth...
the smell of old books,
of old dogs, of shadows
without form...
i've even become accustomed
to the smell of death!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Let's Trade!
let's trade bullets for nails,
and bombs for boards,
and build houses for those without shelter!
let's trade anger for listening,
and aggression for compassion,
and realize no one owns this earth!
let's trade religion for humanity,
and salvation for community,
and walk the path of redemption!
let's trade success for inner peace,
the need to have for the need to give,
and so fulfill our destinies!
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Your Face...
it comes on me sudden,
lightning without thunder.
a hole in the bucket,
the branch falls from the tree!
the quake and the tremor,
harsh wind slaps my face.
the fire gone out,
the night cold and dark.
a bent nail in the bridge,
the road that just ends.
the door left open,
the stranger's heavy breathing.
the touch, the smell,
and the taste of want...
want carried by love,
and love wears your face!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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By The Fire... (Part Three)
when we stop using schools for refrigerators,
a place to put children till they're grown...
and infuse our schools with open minded passion,
and the unrestrained hunger to learn...
when each child is given equal opportunity,
is presented all sides of issues,
and given the freedom to choose....
when we stand behind our teachers
with both respect and awe....
only then, will education be both real and just!
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Concept, Or Beyond?
religion,
often a drug,
that cripples the spirit
on the long path to freedom!
God?
male? female?
concept, or beyond?
or as simple as...
the light in a
small child's eyes
when his mother tells him
she loves him!
or the look
in the stray dog's eyes,
when you feed him...
or the hand of a neighbor,
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Constant Awareness
in constant awareness...
with every bite i take,
someone is hungry.
every night when i go to
sleep in my bed,
someone is homeless.
every time i speak out,
someone is oppressed.
every time i walk
down the street,
someone is imprisoned.
every time i open my eyes,
someone else is blinded.
every day that i live,
someone else is dying...
every time i know i am loved,
someone else is alone...
responsible!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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