Be Drunk With Living!
drink the cup till it's gone,
take off your clothes,
embrace the darkness!
dance barefoot on the embers.
cut your finger, and bleed!
step from the nest,
open the door and walk outside.
leave your treasures behind.
set sail without a destination.
never pray with words,
love without hesitation...
breathe in the dust and the grime,
be drunk with living!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Bonfire
stoke the fire!
sticks of prejudice
and hatred...
sticks of greed
and apathy.
sticks of profit
and loss....
sticks of capitalism,
and oil....
sticks of guns,
and patriotism.
sticks of sexual abuse
and addiction...
sticks of oppression,
and slavery....
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Crucifix
we, who walk with shoulders bent,
leaving bloody footprints in the snow.
our very lives a crucifix, by design,
our hunger unabated by the stars...
pray with calloused hands grimy
with the work of the heart.
whispered deaths lost to the wind,
nothing held back, or denied...
we, who walk with shoulders bent,
leaving bloody footprints in the snow...
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Honest Thoughts (Continued)
if you give an honest,
hard working, uneducated man
access to books and ideas, a
deep desire to learn,
and time to honestly evaluate
his own life experiences...
and then you take away his rights,
his work, and his dream for his
family...
this man will stand up and turn
your world upside down.
never underestimate the power
of the common man and woman!
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In Spite Of
gunfire...
artillery shells,
tanks, soldiers on foot....
the assault continues,
wave upon wave,
the assault on free speech,
free thought, free interaction....
the draining of blood
from the face of humanity....
the theft of name and identity....
the bartering of souls....
for change, against change....
yet the fire remains lit,
........in spite of!
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Mailbox!
frost on the hawk's wings,
small face against the glass;
or perhaps just a memory,
black coffee and cigarette smoke.
bare limbed trees walk beside me,
down the path to the road....
mailbox hanging open,
only cobwebs in the damp.
the porch light still on,
like a ghostly lighthouse,
calling back things you've forgotten,
that i go through every day!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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All Living Beings Are Spirit!
all living beings,
human, animal, or plant,
are spirit....
all should be afforded
the same dignity and respect...
any being taken for your
sustenance should be thanked!
all living beings need
to live in accord and harmony
with each other....
for we all need each other
for life to be full, and
to stay within balance.....
all living beings are spirit!
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Dreams Of Home
i guess i always wanted to be,
the gristled old man whose life
is folded up in the pocket
of his coveralls...
who sits with the small boy,
teaching him to whittle,
unfolding stories like chewing gum.
who fixes the kite,
finds the lost dog...
and builds the fire
on a winter's night....
who, staring at the first flakes of snow,
smiles, and dreams of home!
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Only One Race!
again and again,
the race issue is
thrown into the spotlight...
i dont know which is worse:
sticking your head in the sand
and pretending it's not there...
or using it as the excuse
for whatever agenda...
folks, bottom line...
there is only one race,
the human race!
you would think
we'd be intelligent enough
to know this by now,
and to act like it!
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When We...
when we take our hands
out of our pockets,
and put them back on the plow...
things will change.
when we open our eyes
to the suffering of those
all around us...
we will begin to see ourselves.
when we open the doors
to our hearts and let
our spirits fly free...
we will find each other.
when we find each other,
we will find our selves...
and so find God!
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