Eric Cockrell Poems

i cant hear you.....
she turned her head,
and he walked away...
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i cant kill any more children
in the name of oil....
cant starve any more people
in the name of wealth.
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i feel very fortunate to be able
to write, and to share my thoughts
and feelings
i also feel a responsibility to write
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the silent grave
swept clean by time,
knowing only the wind
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the difference between
telling someone:
'i love you...'
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we who walk
with the stink
of humanity...
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the soft touch
of your hands
brushing mine...
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whether it be
old and young
white and black
Asian and Hispanic
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just a broken down car,
had to push it out of the road....
put my last ten dollars in gas....
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i was thinking about
Martin Luther King...
and the tobacco road south...
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