Beyond That Door
you burn madly,
an out of contol flame...
a car racing madly
towards the cliff.
hungry for life,
and groping the shadows
for the forms of light
that you cant quite touch.
slow down, slow down,
be still, and listen with your feelings....
wait on the knock, the strong voice
of the stranger who lives....
beyond that door!
dont be afraid, and dont run!
that stranger is you!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Homelessness Is!
only when they come...
deputies with papers to evict.
and neighbors stand on their porches,
and gawk... as you carry boxes and bags,
and everything you own,
and pile them into your car.
you slowly pull from the drive,
with tears in your eyes,
and anger stuck in your throat...
with no hope and no direction,
and nowhere to go...
only then, do you know,
that homelessness is!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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That Bears Our Name
i can only taste scars tonight,
ashes, and blood turned to wine.
that old tree, cut and fallen,
the sound of wings long absent.
the web is empty,
and even the wind doesnt reply.
the garden mourns its time of passing,
and the plow is left alone.
sometimes we wake up homeless,
hungry without needing to eat.
to find that we are orphaned,
by the very heart that bears our name!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Coming Election...
on the coming election...
i will say this once!
i voted for President Obama
the last time,
and will vote for him again.
for the simple reason...
no one of any conscience,
with any kind of humane platform,
is running against him!
for the working poor...
(and there is no middle class)
to vote Republican,
is like standing on the tracks
waiting for the train!
enough said!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Trailer Park Child
trailer park child;
his brothers and sisters,
stray dogs and cats...
his momma a crack pipe,
his daddy an old truck
up on blocks...
eating old cereal
from the box with the rats...
but he can read....
eviction notices, Bible verses,
and the warning labels
on cigarette packs...
the dirty prodigal son,
no name, just 'boy! '
empty gasoline cans...
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What Love Looks Like
how many of your sons and daughters
will
....you
......sacrifice?
sent off to your unholy wars...
in your prisons, on your streets....
to addiction, no hope, to bondage.....
their futures traded as your stocks rise,
their jobs sold away, their future borrowed.
they believed that you loved them most of all...
is
...this
.....what
.......love
...... ...looks
...........like?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Citizens
citizens...
of America, of Russia,
of Africa, of China,
of Syria, of Israel,
of France, of Italy....
no more!
citizens of the world!
no longer can one country
make it at the expense
of all others....
the walls between us were lies,
and they have fallen....
now we are a people
whose homeland is family!
there's no other way
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Original Dust (For Nick)
some people, a very few,
are born in a way,
allowing them to
continually be born...
bearing the seeds of revolution,
far before they know the sound.
becoming ever more conscious,
light revealed before thought dark.
to find that age and time,
bring forth the child again.
and the more time passes,
the more the need to be simple.
returning to the land,
made of original dust!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Thump!
old bodies...
become small at night,
shaken with solitude,
swallowed up by the womb.
hands that built fires,
gnarled, clench and unclench.
the old clay pot
filled with silent dirt.
coats hung on the hook,
boots that dont travel.
telephone lines cut,
the ink fades on the page.
thump! thump! thump!
old hearts still pound.
and the darkness is sticky
with the memory of fire!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Sparrow's Thoughts.... (Number Six)
you can send the lie in the form
of the unemployment check, in the
form of food stamps, in the form
of Medicaid, in the form of new
policies, in the form of charity...
but the truth is you dont give a damn
until you are willing to share all
you have with fairness, until you're
willing to put your shoulders to the
load, until you're willing to get
involved in the work of equality!
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