Eric Cockrell


The Cross On Your Hill - Poem by Eric Cockrell

tis the beat of sorrow
that undresses the body of god.
the wind driven by need
that blows out the candle.
and the darkness that holds suffering
that wraps around the desire...
tis my tongue nailed
to the cross on your hill.

i run with the wolves,
and swim with the whales.
i know the sound of the bullet striking,
and the echo of the fall.
i taste the empty of the cup
held by the grimy hand...
i've stood by the fires,
where lost souls shuffle and stomp.

i am heart and hand,
penis, and spirit.
i am the madness,
and the ear sliced off.
i want, i need,
i breathe with the earth.
i'll stand by your window
when the moonlight fails.

clouds, wind, and whispering spirits,
your lips, your eyes...
i cant escape!
and all the dreams
and the journeys,
are nothing more...
the wars have ended,
my love just begun!


Comments about The Cross On Your Hill by Eric Cockrell

  • Captain Cur (6/3/2012 2:36:00 PM)


    tis my tongue nailed to the cross on your hill
    and you must speak despite the pain
    Great poem.
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  • (6/2/2012 8:51:00 AM)


    When love begins everything around you
    seems to stop. A great poem.
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  • Simon Collins (6/1/2012 11:52:00 PM)


    Stunning poetic words, really enjoy and relate to this, thanks (Report) Reply

  • (6/1/2012 8:28:00 PM)


    inspired by a poem written by Miroslava Odalovic (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 1, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 2, 2012


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