Eric Cockrell Poems

we, who walk with shoulders bent,
leaving bloody footprints in the snow.
our very lives a crucifix, by design,
our hunger unabated by the stars...
...

seems like the hardest thing
a man can do
after a lifetime of battles,
triumphs and losses,
...

i have never believed
that there was any such thing
as a worthless human being...
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somedays i still feel
like i can fly!
like plowing the earth,
and planting the seeds...
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your lips tremble, lost
between speech and cold silence,
memory and taste.
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quit banging the drums of war!
war was never meant to be
a means of economic survival...
much less profitable....
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blind dog, blind master,
stop, swept away by the breeze...
break the grip of death.
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Jesus died for me.
sat with Buddha neath that tree...
but the path is mine!
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lets see...
you finance your multi-trillion dollar
wars 100% with China... and leave
the burden of the debt for the
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in the long run
we're gonna end up
spending between 3.2
and 4 trillion dollars
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