Hungry Is Real!
you can call it anything you like,
can blame it on whomever....
you can close your eyes,
bury your head in the sand....
say it cant be helped,
or that they brought it on themselves.....
whatever lie you wanna sell....
but hungry's still hungry,
and hungry is real!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Just A Note To The Elite
wagon wheel turning
in the dirt... the spokes
and the hub are what
makes it work! .
poor people are the spokes,
hard workin' is the hub!
if you take that away...
the wheel becomes useless...
(caves in on itself!)
never forget the debt you owe
to those around you!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Non-Violence
non-violence...
the sacred actions
of flesh covered desire,
the only true path
on the quest for freedom...
the human being,
becoming fully human,
in the search for dignity,
and equality...
the message of the prophets,
the hope for a new day.
the battle cry of love!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Mark (Of Cain)
when we kill,
for whatever reason,
we bear the mark
of Cain...
and wear the results
of our actions!
whether we kill
with guns and bombs,
or by the greed
of our actions,
and our very lifestyles.
we are guilty!
if it leaves a bad taste,
we shouldnt have eaten it!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Time To Make A Choice! (Today)
breakdown, shakedown,
turn it on its ear!
smackdown, crackdown,
in the face of fear.
tear down, rebuild,
grounded in the roots.
freedom, 'we'-dom,
take down the suits!
stand up, be counted,
put faces to the voice.
your life, your future,
time to make a choice!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Body Of Christ!
body of Christ...
small unwanted baby
lying dead in a dumpster...
old homeless man
curled up in an alley...
young addict,
shaking on the steps
down in the project...
young mother's body
lying across her childs...
killed by the bombing!
body of Christ...
you and i!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Line In The Sand
line in the sand...
broken plate in the sink.
the needle of debt
exacts its cost.
men are just men,
dreams are made for sipping.
the spirits of dead lovers
inhabit bodies at night.
and the light flickers,
grabs, taunts, is lost.
we write bibles,
coughing in the night!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Maybe
body fluids, and black coffee...
pawnshop of the heart,
the corner of third and fifth,
or maybe...
they're talking about invading Iran
and the stock market jumps.
gas prices inch upward,
and maybe, just maybe...
you still taste like cinnamon,
and ashes...
maybe....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Ready For Autumn
i am ready for autumn,
my heart's been there for some time.
and there are nights when i wake
to the taste of snowflakes on my tongue.
i've turned in color, burned with passion,
now i await the fall.
the lips of my creek yearn for ice,
i watch the birds prepare to fly!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Satan's Deals
Casey Anthony walked!
Elisa Baker's gonna walk!
the factories and the mills
of the South shut down....
our jobs sold overseas.
you're passing the debt ceiling bill,
taking from the poor, the elderly,
and the sick,
while the rich still pay... nothing!
Satan's deals!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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