Eric Cockrell Poems

For every bullet,
A child's dreams.
For every bomb,
A mother's heart.
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stop!
look! and listen!
just for one moment....
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the old man sat out here on the porch,
shaking, smoking a cigarette... waiting
on his ride.
i sat down to talk to him, mostly to listen...
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Buddha eyes,
seeing beyond the visible,
and beneath the crust.
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what made Jesus
the force that changed
history forever?
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the stray cat that came
out of nowhere, from the field,
to jump in my lap as i
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fight back!
another store robbed,
broad daylight.
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we get so drunk
in our own personal grieving:

lost loves, lost family members,
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that old man
that i spent an hour with
the other day...
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throw up your hands
and walk away....
you'll always be
somebody's bitch.
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