Mercy # 3
houses burning, stolen earnings,
lifetimes sold to greed.
take their food, take their dreams,
just how much do you need?
equal rights, stand and fight,
you got nothing left to lose.
sell your children to the lie,
put your heads inside the noose!
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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Past Due
bird droppings on the windshield
of an old car that wont start
radio blaring the news
an execution, a robbery, another
meth lab, shovel ready jobs.
people without faces speed by,
cell phones stuck in their ears.
behind closed doors, the clock ticks
where to go from here?
the groan of survival,
cardboard boxes and trunks
renting life, three months past due!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Second Hand Life
second hand smoke,
Salvation Army shoes.
a crack in the mirror....
empty chamber in the gun.
flat tire on the car...
and the mailbox is empty....
wrong number again,
picking up socks off the floor.
molded crust on the bread,
a bag of coffee, and potatoes....
burnt out burner on the stove,
cobwebs on the ceiling.
too much, too little...
but never enough!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sexual Whispers!
sexual whispers
'neath the shadows mingling,
the dirt and the failures,
and the phone not answered.
the fireplace gone cold,
the trees stripped bare....
the blare of the news,
cutting deep to the quick.
the anger, and the lostness,
without direction or virtue.
dust on the Bible,
a box of shells by the bed.
sexual whispers,
or just memories, and need!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Tinged With Oil
sunlight dancing
on a puddle of rainwater
tinged with oil....
empty cars locked,
rusting in the warmth.
empty bottles, cigarette butts,
and ghosts walking quickly,
going nowhere, leaving a trail
of nothing behind.
stray dogs, beat down stop signs,
people afraid to touch,
much less to feel...
sunlight dancing
on a puddle of rainwater
tinged with oil....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Real Future!
instead of medicating
our depressed children...
why dont we try liberating them
with a constant diet of family love,
both father and mother!
with open minded listening,
and the assurance that
we accept them for who they are...
and by living our lives in an
involved and compassionate way,
every step, every day...
thereby insuring they
have a real future!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Changeling
changeling,
dervish lover...
you're all
tongue and
groove!
you salt my desire
like no one else can.
hidden beneath layers
of self-imposed hurt,
and walls you built,
hiding from yourself.
you rage against the storms
of life, your hand quivers
at the wheel!
i wait; a small bird
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poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Occupy Process...
just thinking, perhaps we should start
the whole occupy process by re-occupying
our own dignity... by rediscovering respect,
for ourselves, and for others!
and yes, let us re-occupy the truth, for we
have lived under the lie, and by the lie, for
far too long.
occupy, our bodies and souls, our dreams and hopes,
our convictions and actions... occupy our lives!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Birth Of A Star
brick upon brick,
every action a wave,
every thought, every desire,
every dream an ending,
and a beginning...
every word spoken
clothing countless words
unsaid, not conceived.
every touch a grain of sand
on an unknown beach.
every fire built in the night
finally swallowed by darkness...
darkness unto darkness,
and only memory ignites
the birth of a star!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Seeking Touch....
hands seem to grow
smaller with age.
the maps neath the eyes
go from destiny to love.
love that had no horse,
but worked a mule.
and kingdoms only thus,
manure, and sweat.
your body perfume,
rust of a moth's wings...
hymnals made of dust,
simple words, bent nails.
love's sap dried
on your thighs and lips.
no names, no images,
just small hands seeking touch!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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