A Life Of Their Own....
if you give a poem to the world,
there need be no explanation.
for each one that opens it,
will find something different.
and you yourself,
if you come back three days,
or three years later,
you will see something different
in what you've written.
poems are not identity,
they are a gift....
they have a life of their own!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Epitaph In Dust
hands that were open,
never grasping.
eyes that saw and knew,
without judging.
ears that heard what was said,
felt what was unsaid.
heart that wrapped around darkness
without needing light.
a soul that preferred to be nameless,
life remembered for its living.
a moment in time, eternal...
a spark of flame, then stillness.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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If Just A Man!
there is a name on my tongue, be it yours?
a road beneath my feet, will you walk with me?
a heart in my hands, will you take it?
a candle by my bed, will you light it?
an emptiness in my soul, will you fill it?
a hunger in my spirit, will you feed me?
if i be the lover, be thou the love?
if just a man, will you love me?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Lost Inside Himself
take care, beware...
he can steal your dreams!
he can betray your heart!
he can ruin your world!
he can take away your time!
he can make you foolish!
he can destroy your family!
he can imprison your soul!
he can twist your truth with lies!
who is this beast? this monster?
the man in the mirror,
lost inside himself!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Mercy # 2
black man, white man,
ground beneath their feet.
families carrying guns and Bibles,
living on the street.
rich man, well hid,
cocktails made of blood and oil.
tyranny, mass slavery,
bodies buried, American soil.
and the hands on the clock
crawl like justice spurned....
tick tock, tick tock,
mercy gives what mercy earns!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Morning Thoughts
a true education
reveals the sameness
in the human condition.
a free society
allows the individual
to be individual.
a real community
is as responsible
for the least as for
the most...
the concept of freedom
becomes a reality
when based in mutual respect.
equality demands
equal effort!
how hard is this
for us to understand?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Red, White, and Blue
brown and black,
red, and white...
old and young,
male and female.
tired and poor,
pushed too far!
too honest for
our own good...
small towns, big cities,
farms and factories...
hands that work
joined together...
we are a people
that believe in people...
the faces of freedom,
and we have names!
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Bury Me Now!
bury me now,
at the feet of your freedom.
bury me now,
in the bowl of your hunger.
bury me now,
in the healing balm.
bury me now,
in the hand that comforts.
bury me now,
at the foot of the birthing bed.
bury me now,
in the march for peace.
bury me now,
let my body be the bridge.
bury me now,
and give names to the faces!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Eyes Glowing!
eyes glowing in the dark,
human fireflies,
forgotten faces,
hands grown numb.
tiny lights in a sea of blackness,
each one has a name!
breath stale as hunger,
looms over the altar.
all the sins of humanity
sold in multicolored booths.
an army of children marching
to the edge of understanding!
eyes glowing in the dark...
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Legislate Love....
it is sad...
when we feel the need
to legislate love.
sadder still,
when we seek to define love
by our own narrow perceptions,
and call it moral law.
diversity is not an evil word,
neither is equality...
the law of love is unwritten,
unbound by concepts or prejudice...
and can only be defined
by the individual human heart!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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