Temple Of The Self # 5
guilty fingers pointing back
till they pierce our heart.
i could say i'm not like you,
but you'd shine a light into my dark!
we take without thinking
about the scars we leave behind.
make judgements without blinking,
the walking deaf and blind.
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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Defiance!
standing on the cliff's edge,
we look down through clouds
to the jagged rocks below.
wings scorched, flying too
close to the sun....
eyes stinging with the dust
of a thousand worlds
that have come and gone...
sweat glistening on the marks
and bruises left by struggle.
the stink of fear clutching
at our throats, heavy on our chests...
we stare into each other's eyes,
without a word, join hands,
and make the leap....
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Lullaby In B Minor
from a tiny acorn
the oak tree grows,
what a man cant find
a child will know.
only the heart knows the secret
of where the wind blows....
and that's enough for me.
from drops of water
the clouds are formed.
that go together to
make the storm.
from the thunder and the lightning
the rainbow is born....
and that's enough for me.
the feeling that i have for you,
is the simple song i sing.
your mind may not understand...
but your heart knows what i mean.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Night Prayer!
very pleased with the pen today...
almost afraid to close my eyes....
visions of a world violently erupting,
and small things as real
as the tears on a child's face.
the night, my friend, my lover....
the dawn born from suffering!
i listen for the sound of the flute,
long for flesh and fire!
we breathe, just once,
this fleeting storm......
yet the sound of the waves promises,
another set of wings, shoes and will,
another mountain, another coming!
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Poor Dog Poetry!
poor dog poetry, outcasts of society,
staying down by the tracks.
do what you have to do,
forget what you thought you knew...
and you better watch your back.
raised up right, followed the light,
stood for what you believed.
off to war and back again,
medals made of lies and tin,
gave much more than you received.
the horns blow, patriots rise.
somewhere another innocent dies.
stars and stripes in the land of lies....
freedom bows her head and cries!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Time, As Fragile... for Tsira
time, as fragile...
as dust on the pane,
the broken limb still hanging,
the pebble washed by rain.
the word almost, but not spoken,
the cat's paw on your face.
the last bulb that flickers
in the room no one enters.
the page torn, and taped back,
the baby's cough in the night.
the first kiss, and the last,
the hand trembles, and lets go!
clouds on moonlit nights,
footsteps without a trace...
the broken glass in the sink,
and the water slowly drips!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Buddha Within
the Buddha within
waits just beyond
everything we do
to avoid seeing ourselves!
the Buddha within
has no color or creed,
no political party,
is totally human.
the Buddha within
is the pathway that joins
the tongue to the heart,
the eyes to the spirit...
the hands to the infinite!
the Buddha within,
not owned, never owning;
not held by the few,
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Heathen
i am a heathen
walking among the heathen.
i am at home
with the wounded,
the bruised, the troubled,
those who wear their scars
for all the world to see.
i know the darkness
as well as the light....
the darkness around us,
the darkness within me....
and i know that tiny spark
of light... that lies within
the mistake made....
that lies beneath the tears
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Shackles
an old Esso sign,
broken down,
standing in the corner.
empty block building,
windows broke out,
wind whistles through the dust.
an old set of shackles,
hanging on a peg.
two broken chairs,
and an empty coke bottle.
lost on the road
that no one travels anymore.
an old rotary phone...
a tattered flag on the floor.
an old Chevy up on blocks,
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A Pigeon's Remorse!
will you kiss
the broken teeth lips
set firm by death's stillness?
will you lay
your naked willing body,
against the body cold as stone?
will you close
eyes frozen staring inward,
lost to all green and bursting?
will you whisper
your innermost secrets
into ears lost in oceans?
will you cry,
your tears falling
like ashes on ground now bare?
will you scream,
shaking your fist at god?
knowing...
you cant roll
away the stone,
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