Biography of Eric Cockrell
i am 58 years old... have been writing poetry for over 40 years... had a troubled youth, was in trouble a lot, was a drug addict... survived it all... have worked a variety of jobs... have 4 grown children,3 grandchildren.
was a member of the North Carolina Writer's Roundtable for a while... write poetry, songs, political and spiritual commentaries...
am somewhere between a Buddhist and a gnostic Christian...
am a renagade socialist by political nature...
believe most of all that compassion is the one true path!
Eric Cockrell's Works:
'Scar Tissue', self-published in the 1970's
'Awakening', self-published in the 1980's
Eric Cockrell Poems
A Child Is Dying
for every tree you cut down, a child is dying. for every barrel of oil that you drill and spill,
A Better Idea
they want to ban books, ban abortions ban gay marriages ban free thinking
That's Enough For Me!
from a tiny acorn, the oak tree grows. what a man cant find, a child will know.
9/11, And The Days After
how many died that day at the World Trade Center? how many died in the field?
it took ashes... for me to draw a picture of your living in black and white...
he wears her like the badge of honorable abuse....
1900 poems... love letters written in flesh, with all the scars
A Buddha's Eternal Moment
one lone rose opened by the sun, the faint memory of rain, and the dark damp earth.
The Shadow Inside My Shadow
poverty is not my cousin, is not my lover, is not my preacher, poverty is not my brother.
In Every Dawn
there is a moment just before darkness, when every sound is amplified. when the senses come alive, and smell and taste take bodies.
16 Penny Nails!
strong harsh words, 16 penny nails driven by a big hammer....
2012, Ending, Or Beginning!
the curtain is drawn, the memories of another year, a year of hardship and need,
For Government To Be Fair!
for any government to be fair, every citizen has to be just as important as every other. every citizen has to have equal rights,
i quit trying to save the world... and just offered my hand, and walked beside it. i quit trying to find the truth,
Cannot, Or Can I?
i cannot stop world hunger,
tho i've been one of the hungry.
i cannot heal the brokenhearted,
tho my heart has been broken.
i cannot put an end to prejudice,
tho there are many colors in my soul.
i cannot disarm the violent ones,
for i've been violent too.
i cannot put an end to greed,