Human!

human....
touching, falling,
getting back up,
making mistakes,
forgiving,
being forgiven,
trying, crying,
giving your all....

getting up tomorrow,
and doing it again!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Religion.... (Condom)

religion is like a condom,
never allowing the heart
of man to touch the actual
presence of god...
never allowing the seed
of man's inmost desires
to germinate, and conceive!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Door...

the door to communication
depends on honesty,
going both ways.
honesty depends on
knowing who you are,
accepting who you are,
and seeing yourself in others.
open the door!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Hiroshima!

Hiroshima,
a way to end a terrible war,
or....
the greatest sin
mankind ever committed
against itself?

leaving atomic shadows
to point fingers at the guilty
on both sides!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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If We Really Knew...

if we really knew what god 'is'...
there would be no wars, no poverty,
no inequalities, no discrimination...
if we knew that we are this 'is'...
i wouldnt have to write this!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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In The Middle... (Of The Darkest Night)

in the middle of the darkest night,
when all is lost...
when you feel the most alone...
the voice you hear whispering
is the voice of god...
you are the body of god's prayers

poem by Eric Cockrell
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This Old Body

another log
...on the fire,

every
...tree
.....has
.......a
......story,

ingrained deeply
...into the wood!

wonder whose fire
..this
...old
.....body

...w ill feed?

poem by Eric Cockrell
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When Dialogue Stops

when dialogue stops,
the soul has already died,
and ice has formed on the lips
of the heart...
close the eyes softly,
prepare for snow...
praying for the promise of spring!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Cancer Of Lonliness

too many men
...nothing more than

.....buckets
.........of
...... ..sperm

poured onto
...the cracked face
........of fear

sick to death
...with the cancer
.....of lonliness!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Not Even With Love

people are not possessions...
you cant buy them with money,
with power, with idealology...
not even with love,
- especially not with love...
hell, we dont even own ourselves!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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