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Wind Of The Human Spirit... (Part Three)

i slept in your homeless alleys,
grieved for the baby in the unwanted dumpster.
walked the streets with the pregnant young girl,
just turned away from the clinic.
watched the family that lives in their car,
buying sandwich food with food stamps.
saw the old man pull the plug on his sick wife,
and walk down the hallways to forgotten.
and when each had finished their task,
mine had just begun.

i broke the window with the angry young man,
crawled in and stole what i could.
i felt the junkie inser the needle,
and the whore being beaten to death.
i saw the boy raped by gang members,
down on cellblock C....
while the guard turned his head,
texting on his cellphone.
and when each had finished their task,
mine had just begun.

i watched them vote for indifference,
and drive away in SUV's.
and tonight their grandson committed suicide,
couldnt take the bullying anymore.
i saw gay lovers condemned to hell,
by those afraid to feel.
and the young Muslim girl afraid to walk home,
in the land of the free....
and when each had finished their task,
mine had just begun.

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Wind Of The Human Spirit...

i climbed the mountain with Moses,
and watched in silent awe.
i lay in the well with Joseph,
as they tore my coat of many colors to shreds.
i stood on the rooftop with David,
watching Bathsheba bathe...
i walked to Gethsemene,
and wiped the tears from Jesus' face.
and when each had finished their task,
mine had just begun.

i sat under the tree with Buddha,
the image of my son burning my eyes.
and lost myself in the darkness,
to find my heart in the dawn.
i rode away with Lao-Tzu,
leaving words written on the wind.
i died with the last buffalo,
while the Great Spirit wept.
and when each had finished their task,
mine had just begun.

i was there the day the earth was formed,
i seperated the water from the land.
i crawled forth from the ocean,
without limbs or even a map.
i discovered fire in the cave,
and etched drawings on the wall...
and when each had finished their task,
mine had just begun....

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Wind Of The Human Spirit... (Part Two)

i came to America on a slave ship,
to work their fields in the sun.
and the earth i plowed gave up the bones,
of the ones they'd killed to make their home.
i hung from their trees in the moonlight,
as they drank with chests that swelled.
i signed the Emancipation Proclamation,
with the blood of the Civil War...
and when each had finished their task,
mine had just begun.

i felt the bomb at Hiroshima,
and became a nuclear ghost.
i swallowed napalm in Viet Nam,
while they protested on Kennedy's grave.
i was with Martin on the balcony,
and with Bobby on the floor...
and when each had finished their task,
mine had just begun.

i died for the rights of unions,
was buried with coal miners unnamed.
i picked fruit with illegal immigrants,
slept on the floor of southern jails.
i lived and died on factory floors,
stood in line when they sold my job.
i packed my belongings on the old truck,
the day the bank took our farm....
and when each had finished their task,
mine had just begun.

poem by Eric Cockrell
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You Wanted To Know....

the starving child you saw on your tv screen,
the one that made you turn the channel.
the old homeless man who tried to bum a dollar
when you were pumping gas...
whose hands were shaking,
who smelled like trash,
who you made fun of when you left...
the one you gave 50 cents to,
just to get away from...
the young painted up girl you called a whore,
the guy strung out on pills
buying groceries with food stamps...
the veteran who came home
to find his family gone....
no job, no home, he blew his brains out!
the gay boy who slit his wrists,
tired of being bullied.
the old couple evicted broke and sick....
the bodies of women and children killed by the drones,
the young man in prison who just got gang raped.
the disabled woman you cursed when she made your change,
the old man buying dog food who doesnt have a dog...

well, you wanted to know what god looks like!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Task

If I say that I can then I know that I will
Or I will do the best that I can
I will try to prevail, where others had fail
At the job or task that I had began.

The work that I do or the task I accept
It will become the job that must be done
It I will try to complete, as that of any job or feat
As I will always finish what I have begun.

I will not ignore the task that I have undertaken
It will become my objective and my pride
I will do my best, just like the rest
And from that work I shall never hide.

If I say that I can then I know that I must
As I have given my word and my oath
The task will be finished, my ethics replenished
And never will I brag or boast.

When finished I will move to my very next task
With a determination and a blistered hand
My mind will be ready, my nerves will be steady
Because if I know that I will, I know that I can.

RANDY L.McCLAVE

poem by Randy McClave
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Wind Of The Human Spirit... (Part Four)

i stood on the brink of tomorrow,
wading through the ashes of yesterday's failures.
i choked on the oil in the oceans,
and the smoke that filled the air.
i wiped the tears from my face,
and the blood from my own hands....
and felt the weight of humanity's sins,
the deep mark upon my brow...
and when each had finished their task,
mine had just begun.

'who am I? ' you cry,
'how dare you speak! '
i am nobody, i am everybody,
i am not me, but i am!
i am not you,
but i couldnt be else!
i am not more, yet i am not less...
and this task is shared by all!

for i am the wind of the human spirit,
where i come from nobody knows.
my destination does not hold me,
for i am because i blow.
i blow in the name of freedom,
justice, equality, and dignity....
my language is compassion,
my name is every name!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Young Girl

Young girl Abused and broken
Young girl Alone and Frightened
Young girl Worthless and Ugly
Young girl feels so alone
She has no one to hold her
Young girl's father to drunk to even care
The young girl gets beaten everyday
The young girl wanting to runaway
Young girl will not leave her father alone
Like he has done to her
This young girl's teacher has a note
She reads the note aloud to the class
This young girl was beaten to death

No one had the guts to save her
This young girl bruised and dead
This young girl buried in the cold ground
This young girl has no one to visit her grave
No one asked her how she got her bruises
No one even took a second chance
Goodbye young girl fly away into the arms of God
For He loved you and always will
This young girl happy again

poem by Jasmine Kayleen
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Death at the Window

This morning, while we sat in talk
Of spring and apple-bloom,
Lo! Death stood in the garden walk,
And peered into the room.

Your back was turned, you did not see
The shadow that he made.
He bent his head and looked at me;
It made my soul afraid.

The words I had begun to speak
Fell broken in the air.
You saw the pallor of my cheek,
And turned--but none was there.

He came as sudden as a thought,
And so departed too.
What made him leave his task unwrought?
It was the sight of you.

Though Death but seldom turns aside
From those he means to take,
He would not yet our hearts divide,
For love and pity's sake.

poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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This Little Girl

Here she comes, walking down the street
You know shes walking just like shes walking to come and see
Oh shes so young
And shes so fine
I know whats on your mind, know what you want to do
But if you mess with her, Im gonna mess with you
You better watch your step, you better stay in line
This little girl is mine, oh oh
This little girl is mine, oh oh
This little girl is mine, this little girl, this little girl is mine
Oh oh this little girl is mine
This little girl is mine, oh oh
This little girl is mine, this little girl, this little girl is mine
Well if the world were mine to do with what I want to do, sir
Well Id wrap it up in a bow and giver it all to her
Yeah and all of my love, all of the time
You know Id hold her tight, Id never let her go
And late at night you know Id love her so
Yeah Id treat her right, so shed never mind
That
This little girl is mine, oh oh
This little girl is mine, oh oh
This little girl is mine, this little girl, this little girl is mine
Hey ! you better watch out
Im telling you the score
Or youre gonna be sweeping your broken heart up off the floor
Oh and that aint all
Im telling you my friend
I know whats on your mind, know what you wanna do
But if you mess with her, Im gonna mess with you
You like the way she moves, you like to watch her walk
You better listen up, cause man this aint just talk
You better watch your step, you better stay in line
This little girl is mine, oh oh
This little girl is mine, oh oh
This little girl is mine, this little girl, this little girl is mine
Oh oh this little girl is mine
This little girl is mine, oh oh
This little girl is mine, this little girl, this little girl is mine
This little girl is mine, oh oh
This little girl is mine, oh oh
This little girl is mine, this little girl, this little girl is mine
Oh oh this little girl is mine
This little girl is mine, oh oh
This little girl is mine, this little girl, this little girl is mine

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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I Can See Nobody

I walk the lonely streets; I watch the people passing by.
I used to smile and say hello. Guess I was just a happy guy.
Then you happened,girl, this feeling that posessses me.
I just can't move myself. I guess it all just had to be.
I can't see nobody...no, I can't see nobody.
Mine eyes can only look at you...you.
I used to have a brain; I used to think of many things.
I watched the falling rain and listened to the sweet birds sing.
Don't ask me why, little girl. I love you and that's all I can say.
You're ev'ry ,ev'ry breath I take.You are my nights; my night and day.
I can't see nobody...no, I can't see nobody.
Mine eyes can only look at you...you.
Every single word you hear...is coming from this heart of mine.
I never felt like this before...a love like yours so young and fine.
And now as I try to forget you...it doesn't work out any way.
I loved you such a long time ago...but in my eyes you'll always be.
Every single word you hear...is coming from this heart of mine.
I loved you such a long time ago...don't know why...
And I don't know why...baby...
I can't see nobody...no, I can't see nobody.
Mine eyes can only look at you...you.
I can't see nobody...no, I can't see nobody.
Mine eyes can only look at you...you

song performed by by Bee Gees
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Dream On

Dark road.
Radio on.
Late night
turning into
early morning
day.
The two of us,
sharing a
joint,
on our way,
to imaginary
better place.

Having finished
it,
you flick the butt
out the window.

We were talking about
something indifferent
when I,
in a moment of silence,
cut in:
' - I wonder when
I came home
last night! '
“ - I’m damned tired! ”
I told you.

You did not
reply
so I reckoned
you had not heard me.

I tried again:
“ I wonder when
I came home last night”
“I’m damned tired! ”
only this time louder,
so loud,
in fact,
I woke myself up
to sunshine through
palm leaves.

“What you say? ”
asked the two
piece bikini girl
in the hammock
next to me.

I turned to her
and smiled,
explaining it
to her
as best as I could
in the language
of black haired
chocolate tanned
beauties
“Oh, you dream”
she said, smiling.
“Guess I did”
I replied.
“Want go swim? ”
she asked me.

I shook my head
and yawned.
“Perhaps later..”
She got up,
kissed me,
and walked off.
I watched her walk towards
the ocean:
young perfection
in motion.
halfway there
she turned,
and waved
at me.
I waved back.

I then grabbed
this
pen and paper
to thank you
in the language of
old friends,
a century +
years later.

Thanks Friend.
Thanks for the ride.
Thanks.

poem by Carsten Thomsen
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I Am (Continued)

i am, become...
i am the lonesome wail
of streets gone empty,
of factories deserted,
of shops closed down.
i am the abortion clinic bombed
by the right wing fanatic,
and the baby left with a baby
that she cannot raise.

i am the food pantry,
the mission, the soup line...
my faces used to be your neighbors.
i am the tractor rusted in the snow,
the well gone dry...

i am the young gay couple
wanting so much to marry,
i am the fundamentalist afraid
of anything i dont understand.

i am the heroin addict
on the endless stoop,
i am the black child growing up
in a neighborhood terrorized.

i am the immigrant looking for work,
i am the crops left rotting in the fields...
i am the bedpan changer, the floor sweeper,
and the emergency room nurse...

i am the single mom,
food stamps, and no work...
the young man who drives
the old woman out to vote.

i am the balled up fist,
the set lip, the phallic rose...
i am America exploding!
i am, become...

poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Lure Of Spring

As I walked out one brave spring morn,
When earth was young and new,
I met a laughing mountain maid
As fresh as mountain dew.
Oh, blow you breezes; shine, you sun!
For this the world was well begun.
And spring's soft promise, lifted high,
Shone wattle gold against blue sky.

As I walked with her that spring morn
I sought her brave young eyes,
And to earth's olden mysteries
I straightway read replies.
Oh, yearn you, gum-tips to the sun!
For this the world was well begun.
And mysteries thronged about us now
As green buds swelled upon the bough.

I have walked out on many a Spring
Since that long-vanished day;
But aught of that ill-treasured lore
Recapture no man may.
Yet, laugh you, young grass to the sun!
For that the world was well begun.
And every bird-song gladly sung
Still whispers secrets to earth's young.

As I walk out this brave spring morn,
And man and maid I see
By some green way, I thank kind life
That gave one Spring to me.
Oh, blow you breezes; shine you sun!
For this the world was well begun:
That spring holds for young lovers yet
Deeps secret that the old forget.

poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Make Tonight All Mine

...donated by blaqsoul
[verse 1]
Ooh baby now, Ive been watchin you girl
When you dance you steal the show
Just like you stole my heart...
When the lights were low
All the guys are waiting
Pleading just to hold you tight
Oh, darling no no no please not tonight
Cuz now youre in my arms girl, you thrill my soul
Cmon hold me close
Rock me slow
Baby never let me go
[chorus]
Oh, baby make tonight all mine
I can make you happy
Jjust gimme a try
Oh, Ive waited such a long, long time
Make tonight all mine
(baby i...)
Can satisfy you
Gonna lectrify you
Cmon let me prove it
Show you I can do it
[verse 2]
Ive been walkin like a shadow,
Right behind you by myself
While youve been walking home
With someone else
Dont you know it hurts me,
Seeing you with other guys
Oh, darling no no no please not tonight
When the partys over, let me walk you home
Ill hold you close
Rock you slow
Never, never let you go
[chours]
Oh, baby make tonight all mine
I can make you happy
Just gimme a try
Oh, Ive waited such a long, long time
Make tonight all mine
(baby i...)
Oh, all, all mine, mine, mine, mine yeah
<8 bar guitar solo>
[chorus]
Oh, baby make tonight all mine
I can make you happy, yeah
Oh, Ive waited such a long, long time
Make tonight all mine
(baby i...)
Hey what you say girl?
Can we slip away girl?
I wanna get into you
Let me do it to you, oh
(oh, baby make tonight all mine)
(oh, Ive waited such a long, long time)
(baby i...)

song performed by by Michael Jackson
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Somethin' About Love

Chours:
I maybe a young boy, but I
know a little something about love
give me a chance and i'll show
something about love
I maybe only 15, so baby
put your loving on me
give me a chance and i'll show you
something about love
1st verse:
I see you everday after school
you smile back when i smile at you
you're telling me that you're friends say
that i'm to young, but i'm trying to let you know
that i can hold my own oooohhh
Repeat Chours
Verse 2:
Coming a lil closer let's walk
put your hands in mine and let's talk (baby baby)
and girl my wish would be to kiss you don't be afraid
tell me you be mine so come on if you feel like i it's on
3rd Verse:
You'll never find a love like mine
even though you much older
Give me a chance of my romance
I'll love you forever
you'll never find a love like mine
even though your much older
i can make you believe that i'm the
best thing so baby keep in me mind
Repeat Chours till it fades

song performed by by Imajin
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Sympathetic Character

I was afraid you'd hit me if i'd spoken up I was
afraid of your physical strength I was afraid
you'd hit below the belt I was afraid of your
sucker punch I was afraid of you reducing me
I was afraid of your alocohol breath I was afraid
of your complete disregard for me I was afraid
of your temper I was afraid of handles being
flown off of I was afraid of holes being punched
into walls I was afraid of your testosterone

I have as much rage as you have
I have as much pain as you do
I've lived as much hell as you have
and i've kept mine bubbling under for you

you were my best friend
you were my lover
you were my mentor
you were my brother
you were my partner
you were my teacher
you were my very own sympathetic character

I was afraid of verbal daggers I was afraid of the
calm before the storm I was afraid for my own
bones I was afraid of your seduction I was afraid
of your coersion I was afraid of your rejection
I was afraid of your intimidation I was afraid of
your punishment I was afraid of your icy silences
I was afraid of your volume I was afraid of your
manipulation I was afraid of your explosions

I have as much rage as you have
I have as much pain as you do
I've lived as much hell as you have
and i've kept mine bubbling under for you

[chorus]
you were my keeper
you were my anchor
you were my family
you were my saviour
and therein lay the issue
and therein lay the problem

song performed by by Alanis Morissette from Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie
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I Saw God

i saw god...
in the small child shunned,
playing alone.
in the pregnant girl scared,
still a baby herself.
in the young man going off to war,
chest stuck out, and knees gone weak.
in the angry young man,
who learns to read in prison.
in the old woman in the empty house,
every wrinkle a chapter of love.
in the stray cat curled
against my leg.
in two young men in love,
kissing on the steps of a church.
in the family living on food stamps,
day work, and faith.
in the addict with the guts
to go into rehab.
in the body in the funeral home
that no one came to see.
in the couple married for twenty five years,
survivors of struggle, passion, and despair.
in the jobless shuffle of the heads down line.
in the old man fishing with his grandson,
in the mother teaching her daughter to pray.
in the poet, the carpenter, the farmer,
the doctor, the garbage man, and the cashier.
in the bride and the groom,
even the murderer and the victim!
in the anger of the protesters,
in the sin, and forgiveness.
in the black, the white, and every color between.
in moonlight pouring through poverty's window....

yes, i saw god...
never entered a church, a temple, or a mosque...
i merely entered the heart
of the living... and touched!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Hanging Tree.... (What Do We Call It...)

down through the woods
to the clearing where
the hanging tree stood...
sometimes you can still see
the shadows of ghosts,
swinging in the hot summer sun...
now the tree has been cut,
and time has passed,
yet the air's still heavy with guilt.

do we know more?
are we more civilized?
or have we just changed trees,
and gotten better rope?
what do we call the young men
sent to die in the oil wars...
the young people stuck
in the gang ridden slums?
the bullied ones who lose hope?
the illegal immigrants who die for work?
the young couple stuck on unemployment
and food stamps?
the elderly couple evicted
cause they cant afford the rent?
the Muslim family afraid to go out at night?
the gay couple in love who cant get married?
the young children without a father?
the millions strung out on pills?

what do we call it,
if we dont call it hanging?

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Her Voice

i believe there is a God
i can hear her voice
in the tears of the homeless

of the hungry, of orphaned children
of the young woman lying on the
kitchen floor bleeding

in the hollow ache of the young
man who just killed a family
with his M-16

in the stink of helpless
on the young boy raped
in the prison cell

in the vomiting anger
of the man who caught his wife
cheating, and shot her

in the prayers of the mother
whose son joined a gang,
and walked away from her dreams

in the cry of the baby
left in the alley
behind the church

that refused to help
his mother
in the pen on the desk

of the man at the bank
who just foreclosed
on another family

i can hear her voice
and feel her hurt!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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On Crime and Punishment

the angry young man,
who grew up in poverty,
whose mother worked two minimum wage jobs,
just to give him food and shelter...
who lost her jobs
when the economy fell,
and became sick with no insurance...
the angry young man,
who robbed the convenience store,
and while trying to avoid capture,
killed a young police officer...
who left behind a young pregnant wife,
and a three year old little boy,
left without a daddy....
the angry young man,
in jail awaiting trial...
awaiting justice....
where do we begin?

poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Am.... (Hand Of Silence)

i am the fire raging out of control,
the blade of the shadow on poverty's neck.
the broken sound when no one can hear,
the cold feel of the gallows,
the wings of the dead bird.
i am the raccoon trapped,
and the fury of loss.
i am the waiting that kills,
moment by moment.
i am the hand too tired to touch,
the baby just born that no one wants.
i am the ribs showing on the starving child,
the refugee fleeing with nowhere to go.
the smell of despair at the county dump,
the apartment without curtains or furniture.
i am the soldier killed who hesitated with conscience.
i am the prisoner afraid of both detention and freedom.
the young gay teenager who hangs himself,
the pregnant girl who takes too many pills.
i am the protester beaten and left on the sidewalk,
the old man alone without food or heat.
i am the touch of Jesus in the addict's eyes,
the street bum sleeping in the alley.
i am the farmer whose farm was taken,
the family left without a home.
the 40 year worker in the unemployment line,
the young girl taken and sold as a whore.
i am the Buddhist monk who sets himself on fire,
the rebel imprisoned for speaking the truth.
i am the millions of young who cant afford school,
the millions of workers who cant afford insurance.
i am the immigrant deported,
whose family has no chance.
the young mother caught stealing food.
i am the morals hidden by despair and anger,
the conscience of the poor holding the gun.
i am the color of skin covered with blood,
the face of god in strays of all kinds.
i am the Buddha weeping,
the body of suffering....
the hand of silence covering the grave.

poem by Eric Cockrell
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