Who Will.... (Answer The Call)
when death tastes like living,
and bodies walk barefoot in the ashes...
when the heart devoured,
sings in the sinews of the oppressed.
when light screams with fury,
and wipes the chin of the child...
the day is born, the line is drawn,
who will answer the call?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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You Who Would Speak....
you who would speak...
take off your clothes,
for your bodies are a testimony
to the stars themselves.
one does not adorn the moon,
nor hide it behind veils.
our imperfections themselves,
are the map of desire.
one cannot be holy,
who dares not touch the flame!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Am Resolved!
i have no need to speak,
and nothing left to pray for.
no more mountains to climb,
nothing left to conquer.
no stars to name,
no wings to try.
no door, and no key,
no fire to tend.
no truth to uncover,
and no candle to light.
i am resolved...
the wind is still!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sounds (For Hune)
heard,
without definition,
without concepts,
by ears stripped of fear.
in sacred nakedness,
rhyming,
the rhythm of breath...
footsteps to stillness,
and a silence,
that has no identity,
that is not owned,
that cannot be captured,
or held...
that just 'is'!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Carnivore
carnivore...
i dance round your fire...
pant 'neath your image,
bare my teeth,
moan and growl!
your darkness calls,
the distant beat of the drums.
owl, and shadow,
the trees bow in awe!
Loba,
i answer your call,
my flesh, your fury,
and the coming storm!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Taking The Time To Care!
that old man
that i spent an hour with
the other day...
just talking, and listening
to his problems...
came back and thanked me,
a second time, for just
taking the time to care...
sometimes the best prayer
we can ever pray
is just that... taking the time
to care!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The House That Faith Abandoned!
you put a gun
in the hand of the man
you force to live in poverty.
you pull the trigger
when you give him despair
in place of hope...
you stand over the body
that once was home to freedom,
and now is nothing more
than an empty room
in the house that faith abandoned!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Make Every Breath Count!
emancipate...
by every action,
every word, every thought.
reconcilliate...
by every action,
every word, every thought.
facilitate...
by every action,
every word, every thought.
resuscitate...
by every action,
every word, every thought.
make every breath count!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Small To Big!
small hands, trust...
big hands, afraid,
clenched to fists...
small eyes, see...
big eyes, blinded,
confined to conceptions...
small hearts, love...
big hearts, possess,
clipping the wings
of their own dreams!
small to big, return to small
finding our way home!
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Could Bear To Look!
broke down,
system.
faces peeled,
razor knives.
hands cut off,
feet bloodied.
mouths open,
gulping air.
eyes plucked out
by the lies.
souls bartered
for a cup of rice.
flags burning,
bodies strewn.
the well oiled wheel,
turns in spite.
no god,
could bear to look!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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