Tastes
i love the way
your memory tastes
on the tired lips
of my doing, saying,
thinking, and living.
leaving parts of
our loving
like tiny grains
of sand
on the beach
of destiny!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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64 Jesus's
64 Jesus's died in the bombing...
some were small children,
others were women!
and capitalist bibles fell from the sky,
spreading salvation and hellfire
in the name of profit!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Great Way To Start!
for my many imperfections
in thought, word, and deed...
i ask your forgiveness.
anyone that has harmed me in
any way, on purpose or by chance,
i forgive.
a great way to start!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Child Of Their Tears
i stood in the darkness,
watching Jesus pray at gethsemene...
and turned to find the trees,
insects, the mountains, and the seas,
all weeping...
i am the child of their tears!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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In The Name Of Oil!
my tongue's on fire
with the blood of the
women and children
we've killed
...in the mad race
to conquer, and take
..with rape minded morality,
to liberate in the name of oil!
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Indifference
indifference
is a lazy man's
hatred...
it begins within,
and spreads out
to all that's around
him....
a cancer
inflicted by
the self on
the self....
for which the
world pays!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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We Are Defined
we are defined...
by feet tripping on the doorstep,
by the cup spilled,
by the broom calling from the corner...
by the dust on our bedroom windows,
and the book we didnt read!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Wolves Cry!
wolves cry...
...their howling moan
.....of lust and spirit,
haunting moonlit forests
...with the pulse
.......of primordial longing!
the hands of fire
.....before beginning.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Belligerent Acts!
speaking the truth,
and standing up for
individual rights,
standing up for collective
rights, and for equality...
are not, are not
belligerent acts!
we're not buying the lie!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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God Smells Like...
god smells like the shoes you wore
when you mowed your elderly neighbor's yard...
like your hands when you emptied his bedpan...
like your tears when you stood alone by his grave!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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