Our Sins!
Jesus died for our sins
in Vietnam, Iraq, and Afghanistan....
Judas ran for office,
got re-elected....
and they cut down whole forests
to make more crosses!
Christian got a purple heart,
came home jobless and homeless.
but no fear, no tears,
the next front will be here!
salvation wrapped in oppression!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Thanked The Buffalo
Native Americans thanked the buffalo,
thankless beings we never think;
of the souls that lay down
to become our sustenance...
of the lives that fulfill our need.
all that 'is' has a soul.
animals, plants, water, trees, and stones.
each has their own crucifixion,
their dreams, their destiny, and their gifts.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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With Beckoning Fires!
why is it...
yesterday i walked on water,
today i tripped crossing the room!
you are only as distant
as the prayers of
semen stained thighs...
i am only as near
as the spider sleeping
in the hollow of your neck!
god yawns.... people get old,
sputter, and die...
but the voices remain,
with beckoning fires!
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A Better Idea
they want to
ban books, ban abortions
ban gay marriages
ban free thinking
and if they could
ban the poor!
i have a better idea!
why dont we
ban wars, ban prejudice
ban offshore drilling
ban the greedy
ban the judgemental
ban ignorance
and just for good measure
ban whaling around the world
for any reason!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Empty....
birds of prey
picked the shell like flesh
from my bones till
they were bare...
and that which had echoed
the pounding waves,
and had held the wind...
bare bones, and empty...
no longer an echo,
no longer a cup...
the sound, the waves, the wind...
all empty!
from emptiness we come,
to emptiness we return!
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Heartland Of America!
dead bodies...
American planes scorch the air,
birds of prey, looking for a reason!
lines of foot soldiers moving forward,
tanks, machine gun fire....
no Middle East sands,
no mountains of Afghanistan....
the heartland of America!
and the day of reckoning!
the price of freedom,
.........blood vs. oil!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Song That Never Ends!
tired of body,
tired of soul,
so much to do,
so much left undone...
the cup of life spilling over,
the latch on the door locked.
the taste of moonlight,
and long green grass....
paper stacked on paper,
the candle nearly burnt down.
the smell of love, the feel of the cliff,
and the song that never ends!
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Tell Me You're Near!
i close my eyes,
waiting for the hand inside mine...
for the smell that is faith,
in the breath i breathe.
for the kiss that gives,
with a sparrow's intentions.
for the heartbeat in chorus,
for soft fingers to close my eyes....
waiting.... as the clock grows dim...
can you feel me now?
tell me you're near!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Closeness Without Cost
let's go find a quiet bar.
and find a corner table
we'll have a couple drinks,
we dont have to talk.
and then we'll go walk
the streets, smoking
hand in hand, seeing,
feeling, tasting, touching
just enjoying the stillness
of closeness without cost
the wind blows through your hair
i'll stop to kiss your eyes.
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Gethsemane's Wheel
too long in the garden,
too long behind the plow.
too long at the table,
too long tending the fire...
too long fighting wars,
too long in the cave.
too long, and too many nights,
burning the candle down.
too long behind the wheel,
too long on the cross...
it is finished, day is done...
roll back the stone!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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