Eric Cockrell

Hi Eric, you write too much, I'm jealous. You really are like a Buddhist Priest at his temple.

one bear
two bear
oh! my dear
happy new year

always be happy
dont be sad
its my saying
remember that.....................

His voices

Those voices
Come from somewhere far
Far, far away..in a man. a man
A man who travel by his mind
Who has nothing but honest heart
A man who candles light in his voice

His words utterly heard
Wander through the world
With his wisdom played
In every song he sings
About pieces to be whole
About scar to get healed

Still far, far away
Journey of him to bright
To stop and sing his own melody
Cheer people with his words
Who believe in love

Those voices
I still hear today
From a same man
who still offers his heart
for us learning something
For us taking from his experiences
So now i singing my own song
for a man who sing us for long
A man of far, far away
But very near near inside Eric Cockrell
Who is a man, where the candled sound comes

Dedicate to Eric Cockrell
By Unwritten Soul

There is a divine touch in his write.It makes us think about the life here and life beyond.I'm one of his admirers.

Your history sets you apart. It's only as we grow older that we appreciate it all - as awful as it once was. Poetry gets us through... Thank you (as someone previously said, Sir!)

In the poem, Insurrection, the one word 'breaking' has sparked you to think of a number of 'breaking outs' and bring out wonderful images.

This is soo emotional i started to cry to bad at this. i smashed my old PC in sadness I had a stroke but... WHERE IS THE PUNCHUATION? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? THIS IS DISGRACEFUL IN THE NAME OF GEOGRAPHY

Never has a poet so much of himself and his belief system into his poems. A finer poet I've never known and if there is a poet truly worthy of being a poet for all generations, you are that poet. Your poetry deal with issues that most stay clear from and that is perhaps your greatest quality and greatest strength..That bravery is to be admired and may it serve as an inspiration too.

O flying Cockrell, go and go and go, then fly to find there, a green cloud, carrying life and love, when you shake hands with it, ask it politely, to send for us, rain of life, and rain of love, the first, to our desert, the second, to our dreams, then write down over there, four words, and only four words, : : WE MUST SPREAD LOVE
PH.D: AHMED KHALED