Mortal Minds
it is these things, the most simple,
honest, and raw... which we have the
most trouble with.
these are the treasures we seek for...
they hold the wisdom we cannot define!
for they contain the eternal, which we
strive for with mortal minds... the
secret of the wind, which we cannot
hold in our hands, or possess!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sound Like!
what if Jesus came in a dark cloud,
and fell like tender mercy rain
on the mouths of the hungry...
no hint of thunder,
no flash of lightning!
and what if the prayers
of those same hungry
were the wind that brought the cloud....
what would the rain sound like?
would you walk in this rain...
or run for shelter?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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More Issues, And Thoughts
the inherent greed of capitalism
causing it to implode, both here
and abroad...
we've reached a point in time
when any system set up for the
few at the expense of the many
is going to fail...
it has to...
our only hope for survival lies in
redistribution, equality, and a shared
goal for humanity...
it has to happen!
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Tiny Deaths
you rip the clouds
from the sky itself....
head swaying side to side,
eyes lost in the museum
of feelings too long denied.
babbling odes to the gods,
breathing breath stolen
from a primeval forest....
naming the color
beneath shadows,
your fingers buried
in my hair!
tiny deaths....
postcards written in flesh!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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If Not Dignity
the family sleeping
under the bridge
doesnt care less about
whether NASA has funding,
or whether stocks are up or down,
or whether cars are selling,
or how much profit Walmart made,
or who's going to win the Super Bowl....
shelter from the cold and rain,
something warm to eat...
and if not dignity, then safety!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Leaving My Body
i want you
in my animal soul...
you, a solitary
lamb on the hill;
me, the wolf
watching, longing
to tear into
your sweet flesh...
but, as i approach,
you change shapes,
become a great bear,
and kill me
with one swipe
of your paw....
leaving my body
bleeding in the
tall damp grasses
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poem by Eric Cockrell
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Pecan Shells, And Moss...
i love each of you...
in dark and mysterious ways,
that are only being and breath,
pecan shells, and moss.
the tongue of the heart,
speaks only the language of silence,
and tastes the raw dirt
beneath your fingernails!
the stray cat whispered tonight,
and infinity undressed.
a simple touch, both real and shared
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Sudden Sureness!
the bullets
in your hands
are the jobs,
houses, and families,
lost to the mouth
that devours....
the dreams burning
like trash on the side
of the road....
the fields empty, turning brown.
cities of ghosts,
empty buildings to streets,
streets that kill with sudden sureness,
leaving no trace,
and no memories!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Tarnished Blade!
the tarnished blade,
lifted by the hand bruised
and bloodied by the night...
eyes that have seen,
the hard and the real,
no excuses, no regrets!
the man that stands,
naked to the world,
crying out in defiance...
carries the weighted path
of the choices he's made...
walking, ever forward...
to meet the fray!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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That We Worship!
sometimes we return to the inner chapters,
behind doors too long closed.
and stand naked before our needs and emotions,
in the place that comes before words.
with honest lips tasting, with raw nostrils smelling,
with ears laid down to listen...
and the heart to believe.
it is in these rare moments that we worship!
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