Random Freedom Thoughts
a man is no more
than the smallest act
of giving he leaves behind.
a true patriot
embodies the ideal
of freedom and equality.
we live all of our lives
searching for what we knew
when we were born.
our concepts of God,
like a microwave dinner,
the real thing much better...
and totally different!
religion the drug
that keeps us from expressing,
the veil with which
we cover the truth...
and racial prejudice,
the saddest form of ignorance...
like loving your right hand,
and hating your left.
that which we own,
we are most often owned by.
that which really matters,
cannot be owned!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Pillars of Truth
walking across the semi-frozen grass with my old dog....
listening to the crunch, the sound of morning birds singing...
watching the sun come up over the horizon, and thinking.
Carlin, like so many others, was right! we are owned.
this quit being a democracy a long time ago.
the rich, the elite, the corporate gods, call all the shots.
they buy both the laws and the lawmakers. they pick the
president...
they use wars, mis-information and fears, to manipulate
the common people. they whip us into patriotic fevers, and
lead us like sheep to the slaughter.
they tie the economy to these wars, and keep us down.
driven by the greed of the oil barons, they use poverty and
ignorance as a whip.
they use racial prejudice to divide us... they fan this prejudice...
they also use religion... encouraging people to believe that everyone
whose beliefs' are different are dangerous.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Buddha at the Bodhi tree (Sri Lanka)
Here, to the oldest living tree
Pilgrims have flown, sailed, crawled and bussed
To feel its shade to know its strength
The world’s not owned but held in trust
It never withers, fresh shoots grow
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Does not apply to such a tree
The world’s not owned but held in trust
Buddha, in this tree’s motherland
Had conquered self and fear and lust
Now every seed the message gives
The world’s not owned but held in trust
Treasures you covet, things possessed
Silver and gold all turn to rust
Others will claim your home, your land
The world’s not owned but held in trust
Your little self’s a puff of smoke
To every living thing be just
Power brings responsibilities
The world’s not owned but held in trust
The fluttering leaves eternal tell
Man’s not immortal, die we must
Live a full life but live it well
The world’s not owned, but held in trust
poem by Sheena Blackhall
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Martin Luther King Jr.
When I was little, I wanted to be
A speaker against prejudice and hating
My dad told me of a man of ground breaking
He spoke of equality for you and me
This man would bring people together
Of every creed and color
He tried to teach us live with each other
Side by side with toleration as brothers
He did not expect us to live in bliss
But with respect and without malice
He had a dream so strong and true
He had a dream for me and you
His life was short and not so perfect
He was simple man and a born sinner
A master of words and a deal spinner
But he was a model, a man to respect
His life was cut too short one day
By a man filled with fear and hate
If they were both alive here today
He would wipe the slate clean and pray
The good in his heart
Has lived on today
It shows when we show
Respect for each other
We hear of Equality, Peace, and Love
These can be all be linked
To that man who had a dream
To let freedom ring
His dream lives on today
poem by Pookey's Poems
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How Sad It Is
How sad it is that we are estranged
I expect you find me broken and deranged
How sad it is you are owned by your fear
Searching the world for what is so near
How sad it is our time is the past
Nurture your courage and make it grow fast
How sad it is our ignorance of fate
Souls incomplete and left in this state
How sad it is i was left with no voice
Two beating hearts that must live with your choice.
poem by Rebecca Dalmaso
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We Cannot Have Trust And Justice
We cannot have trust and justice if we deny the truth
If in the face of prejudice we do remain as mute
Where one race feels superior to another there never can be trust
Let us drink to equality and what is right and just
In our narrow society where rank is seen as good
And where the true meaning of equality by most not understood
We cannot have equality and a fair go for all
If not one prejudice free society of which one can recall
In the 21st century we have not learned from the past
For old prejudices and hatreds in our time seem to last
As long as there is an underclass and as long as there is poverty
We will never even take one step closer to equality
The past may be behind us but the past from us not gone
As discrimination, war and poverty are things that do live on.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Sex Type Drug
Just take it nice and slow
Like jelly in a mould (singin')
Dressed in a perfect skin
You're like a manequin
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Just need to make you see
Perfection is a sin, yeah
Just feed you like a dog
Just wanna hear you come
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Sex type thing
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
You feed me like a drug
I lick you up and swallow
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
song performed by by Feeder
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Living Prayers
we who govern by living prayers,
not the kind spoken in constant dull repitition.
who find wealth in not owning, and being owned,
who see justice as governed by equality!
who believe in one race, the human race!
who remain hungry until all are fed!
who know wars to be both the sin
and the condemnation of man.
who walk in determined peace.
whose only religion be kindness...
who accept each other as we are,
without the need to convert or change!
who believe that all life is sacred,
and that the earth is hallowed ground!
who identify god in the stranger,
knowing that there be no strangers,
only brothers and sisters.
whose deepest self can be found
in the rain that falls without being asked!
we who dare to touch,
to get involved, to get dirty,
to get down in the ditch to help a neighbor.
who love without restraint,
and who give past the point of giving!
we who believe, and therefore live,
we who live and therefore believe.
dreaming to be just a part,
just a step on the path to truth!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Fare well - and yet goodbye to all farewells.
All is in the mind and in the heart:
there are no empires and no entities,
nought can be owned and nought possessed,
in mind nor heart; our parents, partners, kith and kin
are but changing shadow puppets in
the self-constructed drama of our life -
and this the humbling truth, which in our mind we know
yet in our heart, wish that it were not so;
loving the flight of free and graceful birds
yet wishing all within the golden net
of our own love - that love which can so quickly seem to go...
and so, since we can never own those things
which bring us all our joys and all our life
we can no more say hello nor goodbye
when all is all within, yet all without...
this freedom should bring joy - were we so bold
that in ourselves, we knew it to be so;
so, meeting some new face, know it to be - ourself;
and saying goodbye - be it to dust and ashes said -
know, what we never owned, can never lose;
for 'hello' was an ancient wish - 'be whole and well',
and 'goodbye' meant 'God be with ye' in a distant age;
'fare well' a blessing too, a wish beyond
our view of self, and loss - or death - or gain;
and thus beyond all pleasure lost, or pain;
what cannot be acquired can not be lost;
'goodbye, my love' a frail, transparent ghost;
love weeps beside the grave's heart-rending sorrow,
yet lives to love, heart beat again, the morrow.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Egg to Hen Poem
At first hard cover
Inside a
fluidity of identity
atomic alchemy
Boxing ring can be the hard holder of disciplinary existence
Break free, whether it is true or false to touch the sky of the true base of humanity no humiliated conceptualization process but the birth if the eye is the eye
if not blindness of life can happen it is an adventure of life, go for it
Shaping form and colours first, then conditioned concepts and innate concepts encounter life
sound and voice, the smallest units of human language
the hard holder asks the fluidity of the existing identity
what is the purpose of your life?
how would you end your life?
Form is now clear and idea is evolving out of complexity
Like a poem with possessing vehicle of predetermined destiny
Behind The Veil
She always stands alone and nobody wants her,
He always stands alone and nobody wants him,
Behind the veil with the truth;
Open the waters to expose matters,
Like when success fails to come in.
Cheerful and childish,
Lonely and hopeless,
Better as expected from the traditions of the people;
A Philosophy,
A Notebook,
Like guns without a veil when being exposed;
Here are the experimental overviews.
Individualism,
Promoted on ignorance;
Always alone without a friend,
Like when the rains fail to come.
Behind the veil,
But if you think, do reason;
Behind the veil,
But if you learn, do know;
In this life,
Every once a while there is the truth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Freedom (When It Speaks!)
freedom doesnt come in black or white,
doesnt always speak English,
doesnt like being lied to,
used, or bartered with....
is not a commodity on the highest shelf,
out of the reach of most....
is not concerned with owning,
and will not be owned....
freedom doesnt have any one religion,
is not capitalist, or communist!
freedom is often quiet, but when it speaks,
the whole world has to listen!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Comfort Zones Owned
No one can claim,
To have comfort zones owned.
Or a place to go totally unaffected,
By the goings on of heightening tensions...
Practiced and condoned.
Whether or not this is conscious.
And those under suspicion,
Seeking to cease dilemmas.
Are those outspoken with no hidden agenda,
But are accused to be nonconformists...
Expressing negativity to spoil those with delusions,
Holding on tightly to them with a wish they are kept.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Karmic Revolution!
Reagon babies lying dead
on the Middle East sands....
oil battles there, even to
South America!
American workers stand in line
to buy the goods they lost jobs to...
bailing out the banks
with more borrowed money!
more Chevy's sold in China,
than are sold here!
Japan's Hiroshima cars
flood the market...
their kids stay in school,
their workers have jobs!
yet still whaling, and nuclear disaster!
terrorists steal planes,
or get elected to office....
trading clean water for oil,
and the profit is high!
the houses built by
the Hollywood president...
now stand vacant,
owned by banks that are owned!
and we stand in the street,
with nothing left to lose....
following in the footsteps
of our brothers and sisters...
in Epypt, in China, in Libya....
wherever they fight...
for freedom, equality, and a chance!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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There were loads of plays which were very popular before and after the war, where everybody wore a dinner jacket in the third act and it was in a house that you wished you'd owned with people that you wish you knew. It was life seen through a very privileged way.
quote by Timothy West
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How Far We Have Fallen!
my ancestors walked barefoot,
followed the herds,
danced in the firelight....
played instruments made by hand,
prayed to the god of wind and rain....
made love in the moonlight....
owned nothing, owned by no one....
how far we have fallen,
how long the journey home!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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From Greece To Rome
we took the Greek ideal of democracy,
and built it on bloodied shores.
wearing the mask of white righteousness,
we destroyed all in our path,
and claimed the land for god and freedom.
we fueled it with African slaves,
bodies sold on the block.
we built the land of equality,
as long as you were male and white,
had money, or owned 'stolen' land!
finally, women took the right to vote,
but we urged them (god's will) ,
to stay home and bear children.
black people were emancipated
to 'colored only' restrooms,
and a seat at the back of the bus!
/to be continued/
poem by Eric Cockrell
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2am Rain
Implement the lotus predicate
Ruffled in the nest of change
You deny me
Bravado as soft as tears
Lonely acoustic religion
Gardens owned by the fall
Shrunken visions of scorn
You are owned
Cordial temple
Impervious idealism
I have left you an orphan
Your lovers are sterile
By the rainbow moon I sail
Flurries of jazz rivers
Evening is my court room
Spandau guards smoke
Madness brings no closure
Fences become friends
Only the sea within crashes
I sleep again a free man
How I love the 2am rain
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Love Is All That Matters
(diane warren)
Sometimes we make each other cry
Sometimes were locked inside the prisons of our pride
Sometimes we break each others heart with the words we say
Let anger get in the way too many times
But always after all
Love is all that matters
After everything
One thing remains the same
One thing we cannot change
We all have one heart
And one heart needs another
Love, love is all that matters
Love is all that matters
It matters after all
Sometimes we search this world for gold
When all we really need is just a hand to hold
Sometimes we let the greatest treasure just slip away
With words we forget to say too many times
But always after all
Love is all that matters
After everything
One thing remains the same
One thing we cannot change
We, we all have one heart
And one heart needs another
Love, love is all that matters
Love is all that matters
It matters after all
After all that weve been through
It comes down to one simple truth
You need me, I need you
cause love is all that matters
Love is all that matters
Love is all that matters
It matters after all
Love is all that matters
Its the only thing that matters
It matters after all
Love is all that matters
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Shame, Shame, Shame
Chorus:
Shame, shame, shame
Shame on me for loving you
Shame, shame, shame
Shame on me for loving you
You came and you went
Whats this poor boy to do
I tried, yes I tried
And you took everything I owned
I tried, yes I tried
And you took everything I owned
Oh, little girl I wonder
Was your love to me just on loan
[repeat chorus]
song performed by by Kenny Wayne Shepherd
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Floras Secret
Lovers in the long grass
Look above them
Only they can see
Where the clouds are going
Only to discover
Dust and sunlight
Ever make the sky so blue
Afternoon is hazy
River flowing
All around the sounds
Moving closer to them
Telling them the story
Told by flora
Dreams they never knew
Silver willows
Tears from persia
Those who come
From a far-off island
Winter chanterelle lies
Under cover
Glory-of-the-sun in blue
Some they know as passion
Some as freedom
Some they know as love
And the way it leaves them
Summer snowflake
For a season
When the sky above is blue
When the sky above is blue
Lying in the long grass
Close beside her
Giving her the name
Of the one the moon loves
This will be the day she
Will remember
When she knew his heart
Was
Loving in the long grass
Close beside her
Whispering of love
And the way it leaves them
Lying in the long grass
In the sunlight
They believe its true love
And from all around them
Floras secret
Telling them of love
And the way it breathes
And
Looking up from eyes of
Amaranthine
They can see the sky
Is blue
Knowing that their love
Is true
Dreams they never knew
And the sky above is blue
song performed by by Enya
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