Eric Cockrell Poems

love,
a series of deaths
by design...
self immoliations
...

i go back and look at my life...
and the things i'm not happy
with were caused by my own
decisions, my own mistakes.
...

a chill in the air,
drinking coffee, and listening
for the groan
...

you burn madly,
an out of contol flame...
a car racing madly
...

we have become old...
and have earned this time
of turning... turning wind,
...

there is no love
that is lawless....
love transcends law
...

we, who've walked this hallowed path
to where rivers meet and mountains kneel.
who discovered fire in long ago caves,
and found treasures in books long sealed.
...

she's in love
with another woman...
they've been in love
...

the burning bush...
or maybe Arthur's sword?
an unknown planet
where life does exist....
...

George Washington
did not part the Red Sea,
and lead us into the
...