Swallows
she holds her baby close,
against the cold wind,
their breath together,
one fog.
shaken and driven
by the demons that had her,
she clings to her love,
alone.
a child with a child,
wrong address, wrong number,
the dark night sighs,
and swallows!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Dedicated Being...
we are no more than the experience
of our giving written in each other...
not in books or letters,
not even in spoken prayers...
for our most true prayer is indeed
the interaction between us and other human beings,
with the sole purpose of dedicated being!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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How Much Would It Cost?
nearly 1.3 trillion
in war costs so far....
how much would it cost
to feed the hungry,
and house the homeless
around the world?
which makes more sense?
which builds a better future?
bombs or bowls?
..... bullets or shelter?
......... death, or life?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Bhakti Path
Bhakti path,
dance of pure being,
drunk with breath,
alive, and electric!
open the door,
let down your hair...
the Guest is coming,
with the gifts of love!
why worship from afar?
make love to the divine.
to the hand that wipes
away grief and sorrow.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Does Not Own
the garden does not own the crop,
nor does the tree own the leaf.
the night sky doesnt own the dawn,
clouds do not own the rain.
coyotes do not own the desert,
fishes dont own the seas...
only man is so foolish to think he owns,
what a sad state we're in!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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What You Believe Is Real!
dont tell me about
the God that you believe in,
dont show me your temples,
sing me your songs,
or read me your scriptures.
dont try to save me....
show me by the way you live
that what you believe is real...
and i will respect you,
and walk beside you!
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For More!
the longest scar
on the face of a rose,
speaks with silent venom,
thunders when it opens!
a thousand deaths,
that love might live,
footprints that lead nowhere.
the bitter taste
of self, and empty...
the body plowed,
cries out for rain.
hungry, for more!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Lifesong # 7
iron on iron,
brick to brick.
match to the fire,
stick to stick..
hand to hand,
heart to heart.
truth to desire,
time to start.....
skin to skin,
soul to soul.
birth to death,
coal to coal...
face to face,
day to day.
breath to breath,
pray to stay!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Memory
i dont like the feeling,
the touch, the smell, or
the taste of
'you dont love me, but'
i keep grasping shadows
that leave empty burns
on my fingertips
drinking from an empty cup
waiting on the light,
darkness, or a falling star.
memory is a vengeful lover!
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Snail Crossing.... (Part Ten)
when you wrap god up
in a colorless box,
filled with fear, judgement,
and prejudice...
a box that can only be held
by people just like you,
on special occasions,
and with ulterior motives...
you make god the weapon
of your own ignorance!
you dont own god!
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