Eric Cockrell Poems

the mistakes i've made
be but the oars,
and my failures,
the small boat.
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do the leaves of peace
fall from trees grown silent with rage?
boiled by the storms of subjugation...
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we came together,
two rogue stars,
colliding in the darkness...
as if pine and oak intertwined,
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i cannot decide,
whether i be...
the spider,
the web,
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what if Jesus came in a dark cloud,
and fell like tender mercy rain
on the mouths of the hungry...
no hint of thunder,
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Magdelene's hot tears,
-human desire unleashed-
fell like agony rain
onto the bound corpse
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who names the flower a flower,
and the weed a weed?
and are not names
cardboard boxes
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does rain fall,
or does the earth rise?
is the moon the mistress of the sun?
do trees mourn when leaves fall?
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if the child becomes a parent,
and the parent becomes a child...
is growing older an illusion?
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it is in silence
that we identify
sounds as other than noise!
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