Who They Are!
i dont want people to remember my name
when i'm gone.... i want something i've done,
said, shared, or given... to help them remember
who they are!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Identify...
if nobody hates you
for who you are,
and what you represent...
then you probably
dont know who you are,
and thus dont represent
anything at all!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Crossbow...
crossbow...
my desire aimed
for your beating heart,
your tongue,
pulling the dreams
from my rusty soul...
destiny,
dialed in
on the time we share!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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In Truth
what if salvation,
and evolution,
were the same process...
which we in our weaknesses have labeled...
but in truth,
the process of becoming human!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Total Anarchy...
total anarchy...
the dollar died.
the mourners wept,
lips numb and bleeding.
plastic prayers,
to no avail...
'in god we trust...'
and god just died!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Pathway Of Pure Stone!
the only man
who leaves footprints
on a pathway of
pure stone,
is a man of peace.
his feet bleeding,
with the pulsing blood
of all those oppressed!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Faces (Are Real)
lower the flag,
and raise the bloody shirts
of the protestors
you beat with your
billy clubs....
the faces of freedom
and equality
.........are real!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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True Poverty!
true poverty
has nothing to do with money!
it is defined by a lack
in the heart,
that doesnt allow one
to treat all others
with respect and dignity!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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We Love, Or....
unconditional, and demanding!
the flame of the candle,
has no owner.
the river never repents,
and takes no prisoners...
we love, or we cannot breathe
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Become God
the day we
dropped the bomb
on Japan
humanity stepped
from the shadows
and chose
to become God!
a job for which
we were not,
and are not
qualified!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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