Who've Lost Our Mother...
joy, peace, stillness,
forgiveness, and understanding...
seems like it shouldnt be so hard,
what else is there that matters?
we keep looking the wrong way,
keep turning our backs on the truth.
forgetting where we came from,
with no idea where we're going!
life runs like sand through our fingers.
we race madly towards the flame.
are we moths, would be gods,
or just small children,
who've lost our mother?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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You Dont Own Me!
you cannot define me,
put me in a box.
you cannot restrain me,
cannot mold me, or shape me.
you cannot lead me,
for i will not follow!
you cannot make me
believe in your gods.
you cannot scare me,
cannot break me or make me.
you cannot buy or sell me,
cannot make me your slave.
you cannot tell me
who i am, and am not....
bottom line:
you dont have anything
i want or need....
you dont own me,
i am free!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Simple Handshake
sometimes an honest
thought spoken eye to eye...
and a simple handshake
stops the war!
what are we fighting for?
who are we fighting against?
and why?
most of what we hate
in other people is the
reflection of ourselves....
most of what we fight
about or over...
wont be here tomorrow!
most of the violence
in this world is based
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poem by Eric Cockrell
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From The Desk Of... A Renegade Socialist
WE THE PEOPLE,
..and all living beings
....on the earth...
demand fairness,
equality, shared dignity,
and a just dispersion
of all needed goods....
having the desire
and the fortitude
to work and to give
as readily as we take!
believing that all life is sacred,
and should be treated as such!
and that the only true success
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I Am Not... (The Journey)
i am not the journey,
not your bags, your hat,
or your shoes...
i am not your destination,
not a road sign,
not a drink of cool water.
i am not the fire that warms you,
not the cool evening breeze.
i am not the dawn,
i am not the knowing,
nor your heavy breathing
as you walk.
i am not the reason,
nor the answer...
i am not your path.
i am but the memory
that feeds your hunger,
making you hungrier still!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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In Your Actions!
if you leave your Jesus
on the cross...
then you're missing
the whole point.....
'follow me...', do as i do,
walking with the poor,
the sick, the beaten,
taking them in as your family....
doing the work of helping
to ease the suffering....
the kingdom of heaven within you....
it's called compassion!
take Him off the cross,
put Him back in the streets....
then He will be alive once again...
in your actions!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Only Name Unspoken!
lovers share the same breath,
even from distant shores.
while poets of the revolution,
linger by fires long dead.
the human heart changes,
slowly, with agonizing feet.
the hint of truth merely,
the perfume of fallen trees.
no I and you, only the bridge,
that comes from and leads to
the unmapped flame!
the soul has hands,
well skilled and driven by need...
when the only need is we,
the only name unspoken!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Bent By Time....
the old man wearing
'past the point' of caring boxers,
alone on the step with the stray cay...
suicide eyes, dare to fly glint.
whispering forever truths,
both human and animal tongues...
darkness weeps from the gutters,
mindless cars hurtle by.
angry people shout and curse,
while young lovers drink each other...
and death waits as certain,
as feathers asunder and a broken claw,
neath the tree bent by time.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Christmas Trees
old homeless man...
watching then sell
Christmas trees from
a gravel lot...
thirty dollars, half memories,
faces or shadows,
long gone!
shuffles his feet,
his hands in his pockets,
fumbling his change...
old man, move on!
maybe come back tonite,
swipe a tree in the dark,
drag it on down to the tracks....
a bare Christmas tree,
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poem by Eric Cockrell
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Lover, Come Now...
lover, come now...
before the hands strike,
before the door finally closes,
and the latch is locked.
come now...
as sunlight breaks the window,
the hungry child seeks a nipple,
and shadows create forms.
come now...
the guns are silenced,
bodies left like token prayers.
even the trees bent with longing.
lover, come now...
the bridge rattles and creaks,
the waters suddenly calm,
and the ravens have flown!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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