My Family
i dont have any more time
for the 'pretend to be',
the 'wanna be', ...
the jewelled hand,
the insulated mask,
the prideful, the apathetic....
the 'walk away joes'...
only the living, the bruised,
the wounded, the naked....
fighting, struggling, knocking....
standing up even when
they're too weak to go on....
my family!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Why Is It (We Can)
why is it?
we can only see clearly
by virtue of loss?
we can only see suffering
when we are suffering?
we can only feel compassion
when we are hurting?
we only stand up
when we're pushed in a corner?
we can only find God
when the situation is hopeless?
we spend our whole lives
building walls that keep us
from being free!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Lost In The Laughter
the shell of a snail
long since departed....
ghosts whisper, cannot touch!
layers of anger
devouring from within,
till nothing is left but dust.
flesh cries out for flesh,
old or young, doesnt matter.
water seeks itself, stone is stone.
a lover, a small fire
too far away to name....
and God's face is lost
in the laughter!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Run, Rabbit, Run!
chained face down,
spread-eagled,
to the floor of the van...
a radical, flight risk,
armed transport,
in the land of the free...
perfectly still,
listening with every pore,
eyes closed, waiting
for the faint crack of light.
get him up, stand him up,
dont turn your back...
he's loose, he's invisible,
run, rabbit, run!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Smallest Things
the small print
of a cat's paw on
your trembling lips,
stopped the tears,
and the roar of hunger
in the tiny bud opening.
the tongue that gropes
for a dropp of rain...
seed wrapped in dirt,
that sunlight,
and turning set free.
the smallest things,
bring form to shadow.
it is in the smallest things
that we find the immortal!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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At The Door!
'feed the hungry,
heal the sick,
help the poor...
dont judge others,
treat people the way
you'd want to be treated...
turn the other cheek,
lay down your swords
and take up the plow...
forgive to be forgiven...
the kingdom of heaven
is within you! '
if that's your religion,
i'm in!
you can leave the rest of it
at the door!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Cutting Edge
the cutting edge of truth,
sharper than diamond;
with no sympathy for slivers
of illusions that fall.
our greatest fear lurks
in smoke-filled mirrors...
we spend all our lives
running from ourselves!
but death takes no prisoners,
no half-truths or pretensions.
we are but what we have given
when this house of cards falls in!
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Fair Tax Plan
a fair tax plan:
(based on a family of four)
0 - 20,000 = 0 percent (poverty)
20,000 - 30,000 2.5%
30,000 - 40,000 5%
40,000 - 50,000 7.5%
50,000 up to - 10 %
250,000 up - 12.5%
take the load off of the poor,
and put it where it belongs!
no loopholes!
make adjustments for single payers,
and families of different sizes!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Great Wars (Freedom)
all the great wars
we have fought throughout time,
are just mere shells
of the battle within...
what we lash out at
is what we dont understand
in our own hearts.
what we have to understand is
that burning the house
doesnt cleanse the home!
what we must liberate
is merely our own self...
then, and only then,
freedom will reign!
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Buddha Eyes
Buddha eyes,
seeing beyond the visible,
and beneath the crust.
Buddha ears,
hearing what is not said
wrapped in the spoken.
Buddha thoughts,
connecting with all thoughts,
creating and forming.
Buddha heart,
feeling every beat of every heart
inside each beat of my own.
Buddha freedom,
letting go of...
becoming a part of!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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