Begger's Fart

the begger's fart
a prayer more sacred
than lines well rehearsed
in Sunday morning temples...

the addict's vomit
a poem more relevent
than eight years of pompous degrees
can buy or claim...

the homeless man's cup of coffee
passed and shared,
a theology no master
can pass to his students...

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Hidden Grains

our spirit, a tree,
withstanding the storms
and passages of living....

our body, merely leaves,
turning with time and passion,
till they fall, crumble back to earth....

and that which we have lived,
fought for, and given....
just hidden grains in the wood,

that sing on moonlit nights!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Common Sense Tells You...

common sense tells you...
when you break into a poor
working man's house,
and try to steal his food,
possessions, or whatever he has...
and try to harm his family,
he's gonna fight back.
it's just a given.

so why dont our government,
our bankers, and our corporate leaders
understand this?

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Does Truth Live Here?

i walked down liberal boulevard,
turned left on anarchy and doubt.
made a final right on questioning...
and knocked on the door of an old house.
when the old woman answered i asked her,
'can you tell me, does truth live here? '
she laughed and shook her head,
'that's who i hoped you were! '

poem by Eric Cockrell
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God Has Many Faces

we are born with the need to worship!
bound by our fears we create veangeful gods
that validate our actions!
when in truth that which
is sacred and holy is all around us,
and within us...
we cant see the forest for the trees!

God has many faces, many forms...
none fearful, none veangeful!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Here Lies America!

standing in front of the
headstone that reads:
'here lies America,
home of the free and brave,
hard work and capitalism...

ran with the beasts of profit,
till the beasts turned on them,
and swallowed their souls....

here lies America!
ashes to ashes...
.......... dust to dust! '

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Time, For Jim Troy

grains of sand
falling through
our grasping fingers...

a dandelion held
up in the wind,
blown away in a moment.

a collection of photographs,
black and white, some
in color... put away in a box.

the strike of a match,
a quick blaze in the darkness,
lost in the black womb...

of eternity!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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What If For....

what if for...
Christmas someone gave you
the air your breathe,

the water you drink,
vegetables that came
from the earth...

meat that lived on the same?
enjoy the moment!
for the next day he comes

to take it all away!
cant happen?
we're doing it to ourselves,

without even a thought!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Dreamt... (Judgement)

i dreamt...
having left this body,
i stood in the netherlands,
waiting for what came next...
i heard a voice,
that made my soul tremble...
a voice that had eyes.

'are you here to judge me? ' i asked.
there was a great silence...
then these words cut through the dark:
'no, judge yourself! '

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Loving, Burnt...

loving, burnt...
touch of scent
left on the pillow

where you laid,
the turning whisper
of the kiss betrayed,

left by the doorstep
wrapped in brown paper.
the small hint of dampness,

be it passion, or tear...
the sudden longing intense,
as if the world stopped turning...

loving, burnt...

poem by Eric Cockrell
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