The Hanging Tree....
i took an axe
and cut down the hanging tree...
every blow a blow for
human decency, equality, and freedom.
and i sawed it up into logs,
and built a fire with them.
into the fire i threw
prejudice, hatred, greed, and apathy.
i watched it burn till
nohing was left but the
crackling of the embers...
even the wind grew still in prayer!
poem by Eric Cockrell

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Under Whose Moon?
whose lips do you kiss in your sleep?
whose hands upon your breast?
whose voice do you hear
in the shudder of dreams...
whose hot breath upon your neck?
whose wetness feeds your hunger?
whose fire? and who stirs the embers?
whose howl? whose mount?
whose furred claw digging into your flesh?
whose darkness... under whose moon!
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We Dont Yet Understand!
wolves pray with their teeth,
make love to the moon with their howling,
and piss on their sacred ground...
the hawk soars to infinity,
yet focuses on tiny movements,
and strikes with precision.
winos sleep with their bottle,
walk with their bottle,
see with their bottle...
all of these know something
we dont yet understand!
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Buddha Thoughts (Every Flower)
for every flower that opens,
a hawk kills a rabbit.
for every bushel of corn,
another child starves.
for every bullet fired,
another mother weeps.
for every coming of dawn,
another face is forgotten.
for every hand extended,
another door closed.
for every prayer prayed,
a homeless family waits.
for every flower that opens...
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Do We Sleep....
do we sleep in the stillness,
the moment after the guns are laid down.
the day the war on terror
becomes the war on poverty.
the day different colors means rainbows,
when fists are retired, and ears are opened.
the day when the distance to god
becomes two hands open in dialogue.
the day we see ourselves naked,
and are not ashamed!
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Hand On The Pump
down by the well house,
hand on the pump...
words get in the way,
when two hearts talk!
naked emotion,
and something more distant
than the remnants of fire.
stray leaves blown
by desire and whim;
the cut too deep,
the limb silently falls.
footprints scream,
with only the trees,
to witness, to testify....
too naked to lie!
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Between!
your love,
cyanide and rose petals,
covered with oil and vinegar,
set ablaze
on a bare table
in a haunted room....
the sharp edge
of the razor softly stroking
the small hairs on my soul....
the taste of blood
and chocolate lingering
just outside my desire.....
the last breath,
the first day,
and the pulse that
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Both (Darkness And Light)
every baby born,
both Jesus and Hitler!
both the slave,
and the slave owner...
both the cross,
and the gun!
both the sheep and the wolf,
both the fire, and the rain.
both the truth and the lie,
the spirit, and the profit.
both darkness and light,
both the cell, and freedom!
winds blown by choice,
choice molded by experience.
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Even Buddhas Die
even buddhas die...
but without mourning,
without a sense of loss,
without asking for tears.
but they do feel mourning,
yours...
they do feel a sense of loss,
yours....
and they shed tears,
that are yours....
and so reborn by choice,
to help carry your bucket,
and walk beside you...
for buddhas help buddhas
till all are free!
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Every Action Creates A Like Action!
the quickest way
...to turn peaceful protest
.....into violent rebellion,
is to attempt
...to violently suppress it!
every action
..creates a like action...
the surest way
...to make freedom stand up
......and fight,
is to fight against it!
you cannot put out a fire
......with gasoline!
you'd think they would figure this out!
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