Let's have a worldwide election for Peace on Earth forever! We're all Citizens of the Earth. Why not let everyone on Earth vote at the same time for the way she or he want the world to be. We already have the technology to do this. Do we collectively want world peace? Do we want to exercise our natural right to determine our own future? How many of you would vote for War--any kind of War, even World War III--that would destroy Earth and all living creation on it? Or would you prefer a world of equality, of kindness, of love? Would you prefer a world of letting everyone do her or his own thing, but do nothing that would cause harm to anyone else? All equals. No class system. No deprivation of food, good housing, great education, total freedom of religion (but no attempts to try to convert others). Citizens of Earth--all 8 billion of us--would be the government of Earth. There would be no president of Earth. Citizens of Earth would send their ideas and submissions to members of the General Assembly (around 200 elected for one five-year term by Citizens of Earth from districts that formerly were nations) who then would form them into proposals to be voted on by Citizens of Earth during the last two weeks of every month. Everyone worldwide would have access to smart phones (with one's own personal ID #). No more nations. No more borders (the world's air and water don't give a **** about them! Nor does the pandemic, with all it variants). We shall come to delight in our differences. We shall come to celebrate the variegated colors of skin, the different cultures, the different customs, languages, foods. No more aggrandizement, no more profiteering, no more money. No more wars, no more killings, no more *** trafficking. No more corruption, no more dictators, no more weapons of any kind. Just love and Peace on Earth forever. It's utterly doable! Think about it. Talk to your family about it. Talk to your friends about it. Talk to strangers on the street about it. It's our world, after all. Let's have an election and create a world in which we all can live without fear. Peace on Earth forever.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

Fatal
Makes you sad
But you might see a person heading towards you
To put you on the best alternative

Not to push you back
But ahead of all
To the same path
Many ways

I wrote to my sister
Of my coming back
But she did not respond
Get up and walk again

Even if many have seen you falling
Sun in winter
And in summer
Shade

She wants me to win

Dr Baljit Singh & Prabhjot Kaur

Your careworn heart broke
When death came to claim
The life it had coveted so long
The life you shielded for so long

An end to life's doomed purpose
Anti climactic? A death and a half?
The shackles a tightened privilege:
Release did not bring peace.

House and soul were empty that night
No shallow breath for company
The thermostat's click a reminder
Of the warmth he enjoyed.

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)

When it's time to leave
Items distilled into bags
A tear for hardships grieved,
A smile for memories had.

The number of worlds that exist
Just inside my mind
Is enough for someone to insist
That there is a mistake in my design.

They stir and they shake,
Yet nothing can compare
To when you smile for my sake
Or run a hand through your hair.

When I'm with you I feel
As if I'm in the imaginary;
I forget that it's real,
Not crafted by the words in me.

It's only when I think back,
When I am trying to sleep,
That I remember it's not mind crack;
That I might be in too deep.

i remember
your favorite
flower.
do you
remember
my name?

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

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

Dear Grim Reaper,
The world is nothing
But a somnambulent dream,
Humans are but
heaps of dust - gyrating,
in a state of terminal lucidity
Bizzarly pompous and
Brazenly hypocritical,
we live a life of mistakes,
accentuated by grief.
Sorrow rules over our minds
as we obey our puppeteers,
not a moment of seclusion,
not a flicker of reason.
Haunted by the
ghoul of acceptance
we submit

A great beyond - unbeknownst
lies smudged in grimace,
in the middle of the abyss,
a cosmic whisper
                               --overheard

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.

Have you ever lost an intimate partner to a drug overdose?
A drug overdose that was most likely a suicide but is not known for sure?
How do you keep losing people when you are fighting so hard to stay yourself?

Now I have never kissed you before

But I have imagined it.
What it might feel like
Or what you might do

Some people say it’s magical
But do you think that’s true?

Because my Father says it’s like a raindrop,
Now I don’t understand that too

But he’s had a lot more experience than me
If I had to guess what he meant
I would say it’s soft,
Welcoming,
And sends a chill down your spine,
Is a little uncomfortable at first
But in the end, it will be just fine.

If this is true, then it’s not how it feels that makes it magical
It’s the fact I’ll be doing it with you.

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

My dreams keep searching you in the constellation of stars
And my closed eyes keep travelling very far
Heart gets disheartening, scratching the days spent together
Standing in front of the rising waves, just memories I gather
Tranquility of sea sand keeps invigorating my otherwise last spirit
I feel like getting drowned to the ephemeral limits
With the trembling limbs my mind travels to the sky

If you being at the dark
and can't find your way out.
Just look at the sun,
and choose,
that you will be like that.
Shinging your lightness,
to help yourself and others,
shining so brightly, the darkness
getted blinded by it.

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

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.

when I die
do not burn me
or bury me inside the ground
instead cover me in ink
and surround me with papers

- a poet never dies

just one of those mornings where i can't get out off my bed and my mind wanders to the worst case scenarios and the feeling of not being  good enough sinks in.

no, my love, there’s no one to come see us.
the sun set awhile ago and she wants to get away. curiosity is tempting.

no, my friend, there’s no one to come see us. this neighborhood reminds me of distant families we no longer talk to.

You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.

I love you
but also
I hate you

The confusion and conflict
reverberates
around the inside of my skull

I failed in my duty
but
how?

Why does it have to be so complicated?
Just two incidents
But they broke us

But then, what can really happen in
just
three
days?