Eric Cockrell Poems

if you want to know
who you are as a person,
look at how you spend your time,
what you expend your energy on,
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all that lives yearns...
for love, for shelter,
to be fed, to be a part of.
it is only fear that isolates us!
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where have you gone,
o my soul...
where have you gone?
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let's trade bullets for nails,
and bombs for boards,
and build houses for those without shelter!
let's trade anger for listening,
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reading...
Robert Bly and Maya Angelou,
in a room put together
like second hand clothes,
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love changes things...
with dirty hands,
with the courage to risk,
with the commitment to give,
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judgement...
is most often
a failure to communicate
driven by fear,
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early spring?
windblown sunlight,
patches of shadow.
the threat of thunder,
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lover, come now...
before the hands strike,
before the door finally closes,
and the latch is locked.
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dont talk to me of skin color,
my god is not white!
in fact, she runs with the wolves,
clothed in fur and claws and teeth!
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