Never Judge A Person
never judge a person's soul,
for the judgement returns.
judge only actions
whether give or take.
whether an act of compassion,
or the act of ignorance...
yet beneath every action
there lies a reason,
that more often than not
you will never see.
actions have a cost,
inaction, even more.
even choice exacts a toll,
be careful of your path.
never judge a person,
leave that to infinity,
and when you look at actions,
see both source and result!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Death Papers.... (Part One)
perhaps, we then
are but a series of deaths,
tiny deaths, unclaimed sparks...
or one long death
in illiterate stages,
flesh scarred memories failing,
deeper and deeper in the grain,
the stink of rot, and becoming!
broken wings and stolen kisses,
lips scorched and fingers broken,
beyond names and naming,
beyond words and thinking...
till nothing is left,
but raw sound,
and the veins of the decayed leaf,
shouting silence, and redemption!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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To Wipe Your Brow!
i whispered in her ear as she was sleeping...
save these poems, open them when you are weary.
when every sky be full of rain,
when every door be locked....
when loss knocks upon your window,
when you cant remember your name.
when the sound of your heart saddens,
and you cant think of a reason why.
when your prayers come back unopened,
and the river reverses its course.
when all gathered together becomes nothing...
use these to wipe your brow!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Awareness Notes...
what we are talking about today
is living in awareness, the costs
of our actions and inactions, and
not being owned by the things we possess.
what it comes down to is responsibility,
and the vision and knowledge to make
good choices.... conscious living.
living with respect... for all living
beings, for the costs and results of
our own actions... for every breath
that goes into each moment, for every
sacrifice that goes into meeting each need!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Folks Are Just Folks!
black folks just like white folks,
gotta eat, sleep, need somewhere
to stay, need a job...
just want to be treated like people,
equal in every way....
and my Hispanic neighbors,
hard working, working together,
(we could learn from that!)
taking care of families...
human beings with human needs,
just like us....
Asians, Native Americans...
all just the same....
all of us just people....
want to be treated that way!
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poem by Eric Cockrell
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Gospel
you flash a picture
of a brown skinned
big eyed orpaned child,
hungry, and homeless
on the screen...
and want me to make
a donation so you can
send them your gospel...
when the gospel that they
really need is for us
to acknowledge
that we're human...
change our way of living,
consuming, and taking...
so that all people
have the chance...
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Redeem The Time # 2
Tibetan immolations, African starvations,
you dont care cause you dont feel.
blackened faces, disappear without traces,
while you take what you can steal.
fallen dictators, well armed haters,
you propped up and took down.
call it democracy, i call it hypocrisy!
you've lost what cant be found!
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 tomorrow, redeem the time!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Seventh Plague
and there came a time
when darkness covered the land,
and sucked at the souls
of the living.
and the darkness had faces
insulated in plastic tombs,
waving flags and rhetoric,
thriving on despair.
and the lips of the dying
were parched with thirst;
bodies thrown in the great fires,
melted into vapor.
and the promise of apathy
came to be with violence.
the carcass of the eagle lay rotting,
feathers lost to the infidel wind...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The True Democracy!
the howl of the wolf,
the caw of the crow,
the growl of the bear,
the scree of the hawk....
the stamp of the deer,
the language of whales,
the whisper of the trees,
the silent affirming mountains....
the song of the rivers,
the chant of the grasses....
all raised in the court of living...
voices crying out against injustice,
against the works of the humans
that would destroy their home!
the true democracy has voted...
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These Poems
these poems be but the heart born hand,
the oak undressed, the pine that grieves.
the wings of bodies strewn by time,
the scent of flesh, and of blood.
the fire built for the faceless ones,
the sky heavy with storm.
the dreams of the child in red clay dirt,
the sound of the horn just outside sound!
the body wrapped in shadow's grasp.
the vibration deep inside stone.
the window latch broken by the wind,
the light beyond both death and prayer!
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