Named By Memory!
they laugh at me
for talking to turtles...
ah, but they tell me
secrets i cannot reveal!
i discovered infinity
as i was sweeping,
between the cracks in the pavement,
just out of the reach of my broom.
the spider came every night
for a week, weaving it's gigantic web.
now all that's left in it's absence...
a hole in my thoughts,
named by memory!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Prodigal!
if your loving be
...the face of God,
then i am the prodigal,
...without name,
.....or country.
your silence drowns
...the small child in me,
......and leaves the body
for the birds of prey!
my destination,
...lost in the sands,
i leave no footprints behind.
...nothing more,
.....than a wisp of smoke,
planting icicles in time's garden!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Stain
they bury the bodies
in shallow graves....
never forgetting the faces
of hunger and need.
great planes flying overhead,
covered trucks on dusty roads.
soldiers with guns, blank stares,
cold as the oil in their veins....
the reporter speaks, eyes half lowered...
you turn off the tv,
and go to wash your hands...
but you cant wash away the stain!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Way To Success
how many bodies
lie beneath your skyscraper world?
how many broken hands
and broken feet,
every time your stocks go up?
how many faces lost
with every gallon of gas you pump?
how many children are buried
in the vaults of your banks?
how many cries of hunger?
and how many tears?
how many of the silent dead
do you pass on the way to success?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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At The Edge Of....
at the edge of the universe,
there is a door....
that leads to the center of understanding.
it's as far away as your most abstract thought,
as near as the vagrant leaf blown
against your window by the storm.
as complex as Einstein's theories,
as simple as the screwdriver and the screw.
be it eternity, or a dropp of rain...
be there any difference?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Buddha Thoughts (Go Home)
he took the gun
from his shaking hand,
unloaded the chamber,
tossed the gun into the trash...
'go home! '...
the police officer asked:
'do you wanna press charges? '
'against who? ... maybe against
the system, that sold away all
the work, that sold this boy's hope! '
might as well give him the gun back!
go home...
do they have a home
to go to?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Poverty, And Ignorance!
one of the most infuriating
things i've ever read inferred
that people live in poverty
because they are ignorant!
the majority of people living
in poverty are there because
they are the victims of human greed.
call it what you want....
when too few have too much,
the many do without.
we are not so ignorant as to
accept your blatent assumptions!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Socrates
sometimes the hemlock
comes in a 9 to 5 cup,
and empty beds coughing
in the marlboro night.
when the dog is fed,
and everyone has eaten...
and only the dog stopped
to say 'thank you'...
and the life insurance policy
glows in the drawer,
waiting for a shovelful of dirt.
and it's either the gun or the window,
so you toss a shoe and break the glass!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Stop Sign
stop sign...
right in front of your heart.
blood red,
letters in black.
scars heal slowly,
sometimes it takes lifetimes.
even the morning sun
takes a while to melt the frost.
we are what we risk,
or nothing at all.
wrapped up inside the shell,
only echoes can touch.
pilgrim waiting,
for the traffic to clear.
stop sign,
that only you can remove!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Things I Can Change
a lot of things i can change...
the coffee filter,
the trash bag, the razor
on the sink.
the sheets on the bed,
my pants, the book i'm reading.
the things i watch,
the things i say,
sometimes the things i feel.
the things i eat,
what i drink, what i smoke.
a lot of things i can change...
but not the hands on the clock,
or the knock on the door!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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