Dialogue
dialogue...
honest, naked talk,
undefined listening.
we are the bridge,
the tool, and the result...
but only if we dare!
you cannot heal
what you cannot touch.
you cannot touch,
without dialogue!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Madness #4
death come knocking,
i celebrate, i dance!
nothing happened without meaning,
nothing happened by chance!
you became you,
and i became me;
in the burning of bridges,
in waves tossed by the sea!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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When All Else Is Gone... (For Terrence Craddock)
when all else is gone,
they take your dignity.
in the place of truth,
take your identity.
on backs bent with work,
and the cooking pot empty...
no tomorrow, take today,
no money, take your family!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Home (For Your Holiness)
your body,
not a set of apartments
for your desires,
but a home for your holiness!
treat it as such.
let your desires be controlled
by your heart...
warm your heart
by the fire of your convictions!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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You Gave Me A Name!
i threw a rock into the ocean,
you sent me moonlight.
l laid down in the sand and wept,
you gave me the wind.
i died in the darkness,
you gave my body a face.
i never lived,
yet you gave me a name!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Choices, 2012
children standing quietly
in a long line, expressionless,
maybe a tear, just waiting...
waiting to be euthanized!
a sign hung over the desk
in front of the door,
that said simply:
'Choices,2012! '
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Quit
quit...
telling me that
i'm going to hell
when your daily actions,
and mostly inaction,
validates the concept
of hell for less fortunate
peoples around the world!
salvation's not a...
social club!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Easy To Be Godly....
it's easy to be godly
beneath a tree on a warm afternoon....
much harder in the alley,
scuffing for food,
picking up needles,
and burying the bodies
of unwanted children...
yet there is no difference!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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In God We Trust
'in God we trust',
written on your money,
it's a wonder it doesnt
burn your hands!
but by your actions
you make the lie the truth....
in money yout trust,
your money is your god!
in god you trust!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Nameless Naming!
i am nothing more
than a thousand slivers
of broken glass
in a deserted alley
on the bad side of town
reflecting the lights
of a thousand lives passing
that dont even know i'm here
the nameless naming!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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