What's Inside!
it does not matter
whether you're Christian,
Buddhist, Hindu, Moslem,
or atheist by choice...
we are all born human!
with the potential to be...
fully human!
we have choices everyday....
what we do with our time,
our will, our feelings, our actions...
determines what we really are...
it doesnt matter so much about labels...
what matters is what's inside!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Bars, And More Bars!
without your lips on my soul,
i can taste nothing.
without your eyes in my darkness,
i am gone blind.
without your tongue on my desire,
my heart stops beating....
without your wetness on my prayers,
my god is dead!
without your moan in my stillness,
even the tomb is harsh and cold.
without your kiss upon my freedom,
everywhere i look...
bars, and more bars!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Enlightenment
enlightenment....
sweat...
...dr ipping
......from
........the
.......... forehead
of the old man cutting wood
for the single mother of three....
tears
...falling
....from
......the
.......eyes
of the young woman holding
the orphaned child close....
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I Cant Hear You!
i cant hear you.....
she turned her head,
and he walked away...
leaving all the years
hanging like spider webs
in forgotten corners.
numb but walking,
he could taste her
in the cyanide rain.....
down to the corner
where nobody stood,
and strangers without faces
never spoke... to the
corner of hell and third,
never looking back....
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I Dreamt... (The Mask)
i dreamt...
it was dark.
the sound of the door
being broken into
awakened me with a jolt.
i stumbled down the hallway,
and ran into the intruder.
we wrestled each other
to the floor.
we fought for the gun
he had in his hand,
till it went off.
his body went limp.
pulling myself up,
i reached down and removed
the mask from his face...
he looked exactly like me!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Justice, My
a poor woman lied
on her application for
food stamps about prior
drug convictions,
which was wrong...
but she did it to
feed her two children...
and she has paid the money back!
she got federal jail time.
big banks lied, cheated,
and basically stole on
applications for loans,
made a big profit,
showed a big loss,
and got bailout money...
justice, my ass!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Red, Pulsing Blood!
dont talk to me of skin color,
my god is not white!
in fact, she runs with the wolves,
clothed in fur and claws and teeth!
sometimes she is the moonlight,
lighting their path,
other times the wind,
carrying their howls back to herself!
dont talk to me of skin color,
talk of blood! red, pulsing blood...
flesh and sweat and desire
wrapped in human spirit!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Stranger In The Mirror
is it so easy
to practice hate?
so easy to turn
your face and walk away?
so easy to close your eyes
when someone is hurting?
so easy to take what you can
irregardless of anyone else?
so easy to kill?
to destroy?
to steal?
to lash out?
to run when you could stand?
what are you afraid of?
and why?
what are you running from?
the stranger in the mirror!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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We Practice Dying
we practice dying for years,
living lives in waiting,
clinging to cobwebbed memories.
reciting emotionless prayers,
with mechanical hearts,
making credit card investments
in the afterlife...
as if the door would close!
we would be angels,
never demons,
never aware of the storms.
laying our accomplishments
at the foot of eternity...
having forgotten to live!
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Crossing The Bridge!
we cross this bridge,
never looking back.
we left all our baggage
on the other side...
with nothing more
than what we believe...
what we feel, and what we are!
no longer victims,
we choose to take hold,
our eyes set on the higher goal.
without guise or agendas,
we stand unashamed...
believing in tomorrow,
dedicated and consecrated
by the actions of today!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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