Lip Syncing!
your heart...
lip syncing prayers
that my heart cant hear...
my heart bleeding
by the grave...
unmarked, and unclaimed.
our tongues reaching through bars,
our cells drowning in stone...
only wings, and the sound
of the river remain!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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That Much More
your
....September
.........eyes,
turned
.....to
.......October
.. ........hurt,
fell on my
..... November
.........heart,
breaking the wall of self,
into a thousand egg shell pieces....
making me love you
.......that much more!
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Utopia? (As One)
utopia?
non-sterile,
sweaty, cumstained,
bloody, grimy, bruised...
human bodies
hugging each other,
digging together,
as one, as many...
diverse, unique, tied
to the one...
with their gods
holding lanterns,
and carrying water!
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You Are (My Body)
you are my body,
my shelter, my refuge.
your flesh sustains me...
i see through your eyes.
your lips quench my thirst,
your heart feeds my hunger.
your darkness my womb,
your emptiness fills me...
you are my body,
and i am yours!
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Fingers!
the same fingers
that pull the trigger,
lace the shoe...
play the piano,
dig in the dirt.
stroke your face,
turn the lock.
wear the ring,
unbutton your desires.
pick up the pen,
light the smoke...
trace the hunger
of the hidden one!
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Stolen Wrapping Paper
stolen wrapping paper,
covering boxes reused,
worn and tattered....
on lonesome street corners,
cigarettes crushed beneath
well known strangers feet....
lights flash, windows empty,
horns blow, motors running....
no direction home!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Thankful For....
softly...
words fall like rain
on a fresh dug grave...
and the mouth of the soul
prays in unknown tongues,
that the body inhabits.
stars, but the reflection,
of love dressed in hunger.
i wait beneath the willow,
thankful for the rain!
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Of Dust!
and so, this morning,
we talk of dust...
tiny particles
that contain universes,
cosmos, and non-thought.
formed from nothing,
to nothing we return.
infinite nothing...
and love be but the light,
shimmering,
on tiny particles
of dust!
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So Confused?
does not a mountain know
that it is a river?
and the tree knows
that it is the sky!
the butterfly is sure that
it is the leaf turning color
in autumn's passion,
and the cloud is happy
to be a cave....
then why are we so damn confused?
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Dharma Talk # 2 (Cry For Help)
the growl in your stomach,
your neighbor's hunger.
the wet spot on your pillow,
your neighbor's tears.
the sharp pain in your heart,
your neighbor's eviction notice.
the sadness in your mirror...
your neighbor's cry for help!
WAKE UP!
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