We Cannot Cease (World Peace)
world peace,
we cannot cease...
miles mean nothing,
as long as, ....
doors open, eyes open,
hands and hearts
ready for the plow...
fallow ground, sacred again,
for the hopes of our children....
speak not of God
if you cant speak human!
world peace....
we cannot stop!
hands to the plow,
hearts on fire!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Morning Meditation
breathing in,
i take in the pains of hunger,
the ache of loss,
the despair of homelessness.
breathing out,
i exhale oneness, sameness,
and peace.
breathing in,
i take in prejudice, hatred,
fear, and anger,
and the blackness of greed.
breathing out,
i exhale forgiveness,
understanding, and compassion.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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And Nothing More!
only gods dare farewell,
small things always enter,
and keep entering,
in a thousand different ways,
and myriad forms.
we are no more than this,
this coming and going....
i dont know whether
to tip my hat,
or leave my shoes at the door.
the taste on your lips,
that you cannot name,
is me, and nothing more!
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Death By Civilization!
when we lit the first fire in the cave,
i heard the mournful weeping of the wolf.
the trees walked away as if they knew,
rocks resigned theirselves to silence.
darkness packed her belongings and left,
the night shuddered with cold.
waves hid in oceans, moonlight hid her face,
even the wind changed her address!
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If Every...
if every stranger
we meet today,
with hand outstretched,
could be God...
how would that change
the way we think and act?
if every word we spoke
were our last words...
what would we say differently?
and if this moment
that we're living now
were our last moment
on earth...
would we be doing
what we're doing?
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Jesus's Job!
you took Jesus's job,
and sent it overseas...
always thinking of the bottom line.
and now his benefits
have run out!
you've got an angry
Jesus with a gun,
and a hungry family,
on the streets.
black Jesus, white Jesus,
brown Jesus, red Jesus...
it dont matter,
take your pick...
he's standing in your doorway!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Rape Of The Poor
working 32 hours a week,
minimum wage, no benefits...
to buy third world clothes
from minimum wage Walmart cashiers,
made by Asian children
in sweat shop conditions...
spend the change on
war raped, terror raped,
bomb raped, third world oil...
3.69 a gallon gasoline.
crinkled dollar bills...
'In God We Trust'!
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Unborn!
the last crow flying
o'er this desolate land,
his call of distress
falls on deafened ears...
pools of oil, coal dust clouds,
poisons sprayed over the fields....
faceless bodies walk desperate streets,
in search of bread, water, hope....
the profiteers laugh in druglike trance...
and the children die, unborn!
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We All Pray For!
small children's faces,
eyes looking up with love,
too young, too true
to their hearts to lie....
too free to hold back,
too full of life to doubt....
too near to the darkness
to fear the light....
too close to the magic
not to believe....
love untouched, undefined...
...the teachers
.......we all pray for!
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Bullets # 2
when i opened the door, and really saw myself for what i am,
with all the dirt, grime, mistakes, and desires....
i began to understand the problems, the struggles,
the hurts, and the needs of humanity.... began to know
what love feels like...
as for loving God, we cannot begin to till we learn to
love each other!
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