Killing Of The Children!
the killing of the children continues,
their cries muffled by 'holy' hands.
you speak of bringing God back,
as if He were in retirement.
in the name of liberty you march,
the price of oil screams and soars.
build more prisons, dig more graves,
call on morality and justice.
still, the bodies of the children
testify on your back streets.
you spray the winds with chemical death!
and turning the pages of
your bloodstained Bible,
you call on the God whose
name you invented...
and He turns away in horror!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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To The Republicans (Blocking The Jobs Bill)
blocking the jobs bill...
that's right!
dont let them go back to work!
dont give them back their dignity,
their self respect, their ability
to feed their families...
dont let them feel like human beings again....
why, if they get all of that,
they may want the rest of their rights....
they may want to act like they're free!
gotta keep them under your thumbs,
keep them beaten down....
gotta think about the next election!
blocking the jobs bill?
may you be unemployed soon!
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Until
fallow ground...
lips tremor, speaking nothing
in the language of false gods.
there can be no healing
until you see the disease,
smell the rotting flesh....
until the souls of the invisible
gather around you, and
you take your self back in.
until the words you speak
are built on action wrapped
in the forms of compassion....
until you ask forgiveness
of the mountains, the rivers,
and the sky.... until...
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A Moment Lived!
what if we just closed
the history books,
and you placed your hand in mine?
what if we walked away
from the stink of gunpowder,
would they know that we were gone?
what if we gave what we owned,
however small,
to the homeless and the hungry?
what if we shared a cup of coffee,
and took a long walk in the evening rain?
what if we laughed and listened,
and drank in the stillness?
would it be such a crime?
what if we made love
beneath that old willow,
and the star light covered us
with a moment lived?
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Bare-Limbed Tree
summer gone to dog days,
autumn approaches on a
strange wind....
i long to watch the leaves turn,
and fall, tiny love stories
that no one else can see.
and the sound the bare-limbed
tree makes... reaching for the sky,
reaching through winter for
the spring....
the smell of woodsmoke,
coffee and brandy by the fire...
a thousand memories turned
to brown, lost to eternal moments,
i am that bare-limbed tree!
reaching for the sky, reaching
for another spring.... reaching
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Connected.....
how easy it is
for us to forget,
both the value of each moment,
and the value of each person
that we encounter.
we encounter no one by chance!
what is given, truly given,
remains... not much else matters!
the gift of life
is the gift of touch.
and so many touch our lives,
so many we dont seem to notice.
take the time to listen,
to say thank you,
and to touch in return.
that is what makes us eternal!
we are more connected than we know...
often the suffering we endure is shared.
so must be the freedom.
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I Started A Revolution Today
i started a revolution today,
when i walked out the door.
ants lined up in full gear,
trees refused to shed their leaves.
smoke swallowed the chimney,
and cats laid down with squirrels.
and every ray of sunlight,
praised the coming night.
small children read to old people,
and bricks swayed to the beating heart.
tiny things became heroes,
and simple things became gods.
gentle words held road signs,
hobos shared their bowls of stew...
rain buried gifts in stillness,
for the awakened and those who long!
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Clouds Make Love....
yours lips wet with desire,
tremble the flame....
curtains shout,
and seas divide!
while rain drenched leaves
tempt the wind with touch,
as small children play
hide-and-seek in the shadows.
time burns the edge
of page and thought,
armies disperse, abandoning cars.
rainwater stands in half empty pots,
your hands open and close.
the tongue wrapped around
the butterfly's wings,
heat waves lap at unknown shores.
your breasts rise and fall,
be it dream, or want...
while thunder rolls,
and clouds make love!
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Fallen Angel
she stands on the corner,
shaking with the cold;
reeking of sex, whiskey,
and cheap perfume...
just a kid, really;
somebody's daughter...
lost in a maze of crack,
and violent retribution...
bruises on her face,
her arms, and her heart...
no way to go back,
nothing to go back to...
around the world, or
just a little head...either way,
she gotta pay the man,
gotta feed her need...
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I Came From...
i came from moonlight,
my grandfathers were great trees.
my grandmothers sudden gusts of wind,
that came from nowhere and returned.
my mother was a wolf,
my father the hard trodden path.
my sisters brought the rain,
my brothers the bow and the arrow.
my lovers made of shadows,
my enemies demons that haunt.
i am the fire tended
by hands unseen,
the saw and the axe.
i will return on a coming night,
the pine needles will hear my feet.
for i am the sound within thunder,
and the hand that catches lightning!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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