The world of money-making businesses uses labels to table discussions of making peace. They would rather make profits of billions and billions. Multinationals dissemble, and much worse. Better to keep a distance from their hearts, the home of hope. It is safer that way, or so it seems. Yet reams teem of holocausts and atrocities, not simple exploitation. At the center of our moral beings is the treasue of love, the single most precious, pursuasive substance to transmute pain into compassion, to turn hate into love. So give it a mighty shove, not tomorrow, but today. What say you? Are you willing to love for world peace, to fight with love, not bombs that make tombs? Loving makes endless love. Without a worldwide outpouring of love, Earth, and all living creations upon it, will soon perish. "Perish the thought," you say. I say act now to help create Peace on Earth forever.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

( ....? )
A bunch of screwéd up
Mentalities
Although..?
It's got to be reality that gets to challenge
each.. of us
Perpetually
And that's daily on the basis of
MORALITY
For they say that opposites attract?
But I say it's just a
Fallacy
But never mind me
For I'm just.. passively aggressively
Hypothetically
Speaking like I've seen it within a
Scenery
But no longer coping with the
Greenery
Too many.. trees for me
Oh well,
Just typically being a male
Who's mostly thinking with his
" Penís "
Still loosing focus?
For life is so hope-less falsely
Living
It just shows that a part of me is
Missing
Like
One of two.. Divisions
                        The Alpha  
                    &
The Beta
For the better half of me is a
GEN-IUS
And that's genetically.. where the
seed is
But man.. I am now
LIVID!!
Now thinking?
Like who am I supposed to be
If the best of me is left in a
History
That is not so..
Vivid
For I invision a circumcision
Ingenious
with incisions like a
Surgeon
I call it  I ( Eye ) surgery
One day rising like
a Phoenix
While still emerging from the
Infirmary
For the circumstance is just a
Test for me
But yet it seems to be in retrospect
dependently
The reasons why I'm torn in my
Appendix
While voicing my opinions
( Smh )
Just shows
That I'm wrong in my decisions
Which leads to no production
A Reproduction
Null in  Dependence
Now on a Mission.. but no
INDEPENDENCE
Well
Maybe I'm too independent of
the Vision
which dulls the senses
But only means / Division
Or simply..
A man who has never listened to any
Wisdom
Being quoted within a   sentence
The quota..             Distant
Or so it seems
I'm being cynical in   a dream
And my mind is..
                            # THE PRISON #

With subtle  Eyes
Depicted   Evicted
Unassisted in..
                              ⟨⟨ A PRISM ⟩⟩

Thinking that I might need
Medical Attention
In a clinic
while
APATHETIC
But it seems I'm just a heartless soul
within a torso  like
an Am-pu-tee
Which means I have no sympathy
Not EMPATHETIC
May be a manic depressant whose
OFF-SET
Or worse yet
Emotionally syn-thetic
( Like right now )
I'm hoping y'all really  Get it!!
And that's well enough to incline the
Message
You can now roll the credits
beyond my
Status   just to
Test it
So yeah,
I just thought I'd  confess it
Really a force of habit but no need to
PANIC!!
For I already know
And goes to show
That I fear it all the more
But yo..
That is just so
PATHETIC!!

Disturbing, I know
Disturbing, it's true

I meant no harm
Lonesome view

This life unkind
Doo wah doo

Please let her find
Mystery:  Who?

my arm is numb
my fingers tingly

i think this must be
a friendly reminder of my
mortality

gently, i respond
"no need, sir
i am a walking
existential crisis

fear of death
and i are well
acquainted"

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me

i still
do not know
the poem i've been trying to write
and maybe
that's because
i haven't been
writing one at all
or maybe it's because
the poem i've been trying to write
is not ready for paper
and maybe
i'm the paper
that's not ready for it

The wind kisses my sun-red cheeks
Tiny sand pebbles tickle my feet
Droplets of sweat develop in sheets
Close my eyes and soak up the heat
The laughter of children fills my ears
The roar of waves washing away my fears
I take a breath, a smile tugs on my lips
Not future, no past, there is only this

I ran over your tongue
like silk
or would you prefer
fine wine
You sloshed me in your mouth
tasting the way
I ripened with age
I danced with your taste buds
I thought I did well
but then
you spit me out
and decided you preferred
the 2010

i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

see no fury
for my soul is barren
so dry as drought
il drain for love '
so frail' for warmth
il shrink within
one beating steadily
to fragile for heartbreak
to withdrawn for chaos

I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille

All the songs have new meanings,
Not all of them good,
I’m experiencing so many feelings,
I feel the artists emotions,
Inside my heart is screaming,
Listening to music is like picking a scab,
I just hope in time I will be healing,
Right now music is a jumble to me.

My entire life,
I have been waiting.
For years,
Almost two decades now
I have been waiting.
Waiting,
For the better parts.
Waiting,
For the “soon”.
Waiting,
For my life to begin.
Because,
I don’t feel like I have lived.
In the nearly twenty years
I have been alive
And breathing
I do not feel
In any of those years
That I have been alive.
I don’t feel like a single breath
That I have taken
Has been real.
I feel as if
All these years
I’ve been stuck
Behind a window
Watching as my life unfolds
Before me.
I feel that
I have had
Zero control.
That I am in the backseat
Letting someone else drive.
That someone else,
Is writing on the pages
Of MY life.
But no more.
I will break that window,
I will take that wheel,
And I will write
My own pages.
My life has begun,
And now -
I’m in control.

Wrap her gullibility,
secure it with Charm
Leave it as forage,
for others to disarm
...amp...

When two hearts moved apart, the schism became a chasm.

Not telling me you care
Not responding
Not asking me if i’m okay
Never being the first one to talk
Not saying anything when I text you at night
Making me feel worthless
Making me hate my life
Lying
Making me sad
Making me feel like I care about you and like you more than you care about me and like me
Making me feel like it was my fault
Being the highlight and the lowlight (downfall) of my day
Letting me down
Making me feel left out
Making me cry myself to sleep

She was a thrifted sweater and denim and jersey knit sheets
Pizza breath and red wine and toothpaste
Alabaster skin and knotted hair and freckled shoulders
A tangible dream and my favorite good morning
She agreed to let me kiss her and I agreed to let her slip my shirt over my head before she became
Blood and tears
"I trusted you" and "I’m sorry"
Midnight poems and a drunk "I need you"
I’m afraid I loved you like the way I wrote

A wandering heart like yours couldn't be tamed,
left broken is my heart with only myself to blame.
A beautiful mess you are,
a beautiful mess with a wandering heart.

It'll never belong to me,
tears falling hit the floor.
"It'll never belong to me!"
making me want it more.

I'm sinking farther into the sea
Air cut off, unable to breathe

But it's not all too bad
The water's warm
and the fish look nice

It's a shame I can only see this
By myself
at the end.

now I understand
boys and
promises are
heavenly poisoned

When happiness fades
faster than a strangers smile,
Only love can make your darkness weak
and your burdens light

Only the brave are capable of caring
The coward cares only for himself
Living in fear behind a wall of lies
Fooling the world and himself

The brave speak and do from the heart
They know that in the end everyone must die

The brave lives for love
And the coward lives for money

We have been at war, and I think you’ll never stop
Attacking me with feelings, and sharing all your thoughts

Incessantly they fly at me – into my field of vision.
Anger, sadness, shame and fear, now these things have risen.

I fought you hard through day and night, separating wrong from right
Looking for the antidote, I searched and searched, I talked and wrote.

But still you just
Stayed right here
In the dust,
No answers near

You have been my most faithful friend
I guess you’ll be here to the end
My ego, my ball and chain
This is the price of conscious brain

Perhaps acceptance I can find
If nothing else, see and know
The everlasting nature of your bind.

And press on.

You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.

NO BUT ONLY HAPPINESS.

Nothang but only happiness, joy to my life, she would be my wife my knife, I'd be her knight protect her all through the night and day long. Sing her the sweetest song. Believe me you mean the world to me, and I really want you for me, yes for only me, myself and I. Loving you till I die.
#C9fm