Who Will Teach?
have you ever
built a house,
plowed a field,
cut firewood,
caught a fish,
and cooked it over
your own fire?
have your children?
what happens when
it all falls down,
and we have to start over?
who knows how to survive?
and who will teach others?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Nuclear Garden
a world full of
Chernobyls...
one big nuclear garden...
is it worth it?
is this the best choice
for our children,
and their children?
is life worth so little?
and progress so much?
to whom?
24,000 years is a
long time to pay
for bad decisions....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Thunderstruck
thunder struck...
the last bell ringing,
the last tick of the clock...
last turn of the engine,
the last song, the last dance.
the last prayer, the last goodbye.
the last leaf falling
from the last tree standing...
thunder struck,
and hungry for more!
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A World Yet Undiscovered!
naked, and walking in the darkness,
things smell better without names.
and the things we touch in spite of,
are the better part of who we are.
i travelled the world,
or perhaps it was your heart.
yet go to sleep a stranger,
in a world yet undiscovered!
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Just... People!
i am offended
by the different terms
we use to describe people
who love someone
of their own gender....
whether it be 'gay people',
'lesbians', 'homosexuals'...
or whatever!
why dont we just
call them people!
and treat them as such!
problem solved!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Living In A Van
living in a van....
father, and children,
mother dead...
jobless, homeless....
bathing in service stations,
trying to keep the kids
in school....
asked the little girl
what she wanted most of all....
'to help underprivileged kids! '
dammit... wake up!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Apocalypse Means....
apocalypse means...
revelation!
in our case,
the revelation
of what we've done
to ourselves!
we hold the keys,
the map, and the gun...
no need to blame
any higher power,
or fate....
the keys, the map,
and the gun....
held by hands
that are human!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Frost Covered Pillows
the cat kills the rabbit by instinct,
to feed survival....
men kill each other
in a vain attempt
to validate survival...
and blame their failures
on god...
while their children wander
aimlessly in the dark,
and their women grieve
on frost covered pillows!
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Good And Evil!
every morning i awaken
in a manger surrounded
by wise men and cattle.
every afternoon i stand and jeer
as they nail his hands and feet
to the cross...
and every night i weep
at the distance i have travelled,
looking for the star
that i lost in the clouds!
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Lay With Me
no more time for excuses,
to barter and trade,
for pretensions and etiquette,
to mend the bridge,
or paint the house....
no time for redemption,
no time for the past....
i just wanna know....
would you lay with me,
and wait for the dawn of the age?
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