strong harsh words, 16 penny nails driven by a big hammer....…
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 şiirleri
1900 poems... love letters written in flesh, with all the scars…
the curtain is drawn, the memories of another year, a year of hardship and need,…
poor man talking this morning, told me his insurance lapsed... he went up and reinstated.... but they took his tag for 30 days....…
64 Jesus's died in the bombing... some were small children, others were women! and capitalist bibles fell from the sky,…
how many died that day at the World Trade Center? how many died in the field?…
he wears her like the badge of honorable abuse....…
a beer and a shot.... two old men sitting on the stoop. talking...…
they want to ban books, ban abortions ban gay marriages ban free thinking…
sad, but true... for so many people in this world…
a buddha... or just another homeless man, standing on the corner of the street going nowhere.…
one lone rose opened by the sun, the faint memory of rain, and the dark damp earth.…
may every breath i breathe, help relieve the suffering of the many... may every step i take,…
sitting on the bed with my old blind dog... breathing in, breathing out...…
a call for revolution... rivers rise, and overflow their banks! branches bud with leaves in the autumn, butterflies arrive to bring the snow!…
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