Stop Banging the Drums of War

stop banging the drums
of war!

war
is
murder,
disguised
under
the shield
of self-agrandizing
political agendas...

war defies morality!

war
never
brings
peace!

stop banging the drums

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poem by Eric Cockrell
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True Charity

it is very difficult,
if not impossible,
to help someone
who will not help
theirself.

true charity lies
in teaching people
how to better their conditions,
and standing by them
while they do it!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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We Who Are Mad!

we who are mad,
do not carry the torches,
do not run through the night,
do not babble with tongues.
for we are fire!
and we are the darkness!
and the language we speak,
is not bound by words!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Have A Name!

roll back the stone!
take your chains
of ignorance and fear

from around my neck....
take your shackles
from my feet....

nobody owns me,
and nobody ever will.
i am not a number...

i have a name!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Spinning Towards Enlightenment

i ran into Buddha,
down at the laundromat.
gave him change for a dollar,
he bought me a cup of coffee.
and we sat and watched,
the dirty clothes of the world...
go spinning towards enlightenment!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Feel Of Teeth...

tired of sweeping the floor
of an empty house...
he flew with the swallows,
from chimney to god!
and laid down with wolves,
just to feel, to know...
the nearness of flesh,
and the feel of teeth!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Then Silence!

your body,
the hearth,
mine but
the logs.
your thoughts,
the fire,
that mine fan
with hunger!
your face,
the nail driven
deep in the board.
my life,
the hammer,
that strikes...
then silence!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Which Line?

people....
standing in line...
waiting for a bowl of food,

a blanket, a kind word...

people...
standing in line....
credit cards ready,

faces twisted with hatred, , , ,

which line are you in?

poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Prayed For Rain...

i prayed for rain,
now i am wet with desire.
the tears that god wept for me,
washed away the dirt of my struggle.
and again the silence,
returns as a friend,
wrapped in the sounds
of the living!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Blue Collar Hero

old gnarled bruised hand,
can either close in a fist,
or open and reach out...

either way, you'll know!
he aint selling nothing!

too tired for anything less,
or anything more than...
the truth!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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