When You Touch...
when you touch someone
with desire, let your desire
be driven first by your heart,
then by your soul,
with gratitude by your spirit,
in total awareness...
willing to give beyond receiving,
willing to stand in the face of fire,
willing to wait through lonely winters,
willing to believe in and search out new life...
let love be your hunger...
and only then, feed your body!
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An Easter Thought...
to be a real 'Jesus person',
the Jesus inside of you
has to be willing
to walk that path,
to be crucified,
for your own sins,
as well as the sins
of the world!
this involves a
conscious decision...
to take responsibility,
for yourself,
and for others!
it is not something
done long ago
to be remembered.
it is now, the choice is now!
only then,
will resurrection occur!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Angry With Love
i love to watch your face,
...angry with love.
your talons wrapped in feathers....
your spread your wings,
call your chickies home!
you stamp your feet,
eyes wrinkled with loving's cost.
your voice soft and firm demands
that your love returns again.....
for a moment forgetting,
all the lies that darkness sold you,
and your passion finds your heart
as if it never left!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Moth To Flame, Or Flame To Moth?
two souls, one body,
two hearts, one breath.
the spirit made to fit the mouth....
the dream naked, hungers...
we are born inside
the faintest touch....
carried by a blade of hair,
the scent of a neck....
moth to flame,
or flame to moth?
one cannot exist
without the other!
cannot be complete
without mortar and brick...
laid perfectly seamless,
one lost inside the other!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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My Funeral
i want Townes Van Zandt
and Hank Williams Sr to sing
a couple songs at my funeral...
one by Woody Guthrie,
and maybe one by Billie Holiday...
just stepping through the veil.
a poem read aloud by Walt Whitman,
and one by Ranier Rilke...
then light the pyre,
and step back...
let the flames rise
to meet the wind.
do what you want with the ashes,
my heart will finally be free!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Our Hearts Remain
a torrent of light
poured from your lips,
tastes like shadow
and something more,
undefined...
step by step,
we approach mortality,
with the finality of crossings,
made under duress...
what's left is dust,
turned amber in sunlight...
that bleaches the walls
with infinity's brush.
this, and no more,
certainly no less....
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Outlaw Poetry?
outlaw poetry?
poets walkin' outside the law,
spewing bloodstained words,
painting the picture they see,
they feel, they live...
talkin' truth in the age
of propaganda...
holding the raw, beating hearts
of those in need...
with trembling hands,
and jaws set firm....
standing in the face of the roar,
fighting against all odds.
outlaw poetry?
hell no! outlaw ignorance!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Question The War...
when they bring you the body
of your son draped in a flag for burial...
and you read his last letter, again and again.
when he talked about fear, and doubt...
not knowing why anymore,
not knowing if he was doing the right thing,
not knowing if anything was right...
and the faces of women and children
that left him sleepless...
will it be only then,
that you question the war?
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You Bomb...
you bomb...
the brown skinned children
of the world,
with ignorant patriotic pride,
taking what is not
yours to take!
you bomb...
the poor children of America,
with napalm poverty,
taking what is not
yours to take...
you bomb...
the children of the common,
that stand in the way
of your excess,
taking what is not
yours to take...
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Armageddon Diaries (Number Four)
the fact that society defines
people by their sexual orientation,
both perturbs me, and pisses me
off.
gay, straight, or bi... i even
hate the terms.
folks, people are just people!
human beings! and human beings
are born with the right to love,
and to be loved.
if we put half as much effort
into respect as we put into judgement,
we'd be a lot better off.
live, and let love!
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