If (It Takes)
if it takes my heart to set you free,
then fly! reach for the sky.
if it takes my soul to end your night,
then awaken, and let in the day!
if it takes my prayers to give you peace,
then rest in the arms of stillness.
if it takes my tears to ease your pain,
then rise and walk with joy.
if it takes my life to give you life,
then bury me outside your window!
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One Breath Of God!
all that lives, breathes!
every human being,
all animals, even the plants....
and the earth breathes!
the mountains sigh inward
and outward deeper than perception.....
the oceans come and go,
their tides merely breaths,
in rhythm with the moon!
the moon breathing with pull
and light reflected....
in tandam with the sun....
the universe, one breath of God!
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Cold Desperation!
he had a gun in his hand;
his hand was shaking...
i looked into his eyes
as he reached for the till.
i could see the faces of
his woman, and his children....
could feel the hungry murmur
of their waiting in the darkness.
could smell his fear,
maybe even my own....
could hear the siren
of the coming blue...
cold desperation....
the hands on the clock,
stopped!
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In All Living Beings...
god is not some faraway supreme being,
breathing fire, casting judgement, and
stroking his beard....
god is the experience of hands joining,
the miracle of birth and death,
which are brother and sister....
the gift of loss, the freedom birthed in suffering,
the simple caring, the raw beauty of the common,
and the echo of our own heartbeats
in all living beings!
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Never Dies!
why does thy name sound like weeping?
do stars disappear after they fall?
your face goes quickly from autumn,
you stagger beneath imagined snow!
wings never write letters or drink toasts,
nails have no will of their own.
leaving the faucet to drip in memory,
of a thousand could have beens.
what we call love knows not the grave,
what we call desire never dies!
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Smoke And Mirrors
smoke and mirrors,
lies and propaganda.
whatever drug you need,
to swallow and obey.
the ghostly terror
of fear multiplied,
in the name of national security,
while the bottom line grows!
follow the plan,
step by unholy step,
destiny determined
in back rooms by demons.
a black tie affair,
and the suffering continues...
who pays the price?
who pays the price?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sometimes Love Has...
sometimes love...
has to be hard,
has to stand up,
when no one's got your back.
has to speak out,
when no one wants to hear...
has to be human,
when they want something else.
has to ball the fists,
and then open the hand....
has to cry, has to give,
when it seems like no one cares.
has to try and fail,
then try again....
has to put faces
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Bring The Sun
under the blade
of the Fascists
we stumble, and stand...
in the name of freedom,
equality, and justice,
eyes set on the goal...
human hands rebuilding
that which is broken and shattered...
believing that dignity
is not just a word!
the common man the hero,
no longer the pawn...
if a new day will dawn,
we must bring the sun!
Woody Guthrie,
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Could Be!
spring...
redemption, rebirth.
the limbs of death bud,
the grasses sing
from their deep stillness.
shave the head,
let go of...
the arms of darkness,
frozen blankets of snow.
sweep the floors,
sweep the ashes,
leave the past for the fire.
scarred souls become gardens,
life birthed from experience.
that stranger smiling at the door,
could be love... could be!
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Looking For God
you speak of looking for God...
my child, God is not lost!
it is we who are lost....
before we can find God...
we have to first find ourselves!
then, and only then,
we will be able to know
the God within us....
and in every living being
around us....
it is not God who is blind...
it is us! .... my child,
open your eyes...
salvation is as near
as your own soul!
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