In a room full of applause
The fakest friend
Won't clap for you

Pay attention

Cuz I'll rather have you instead,
Than feeling so so depressed
Why can't you be my ecstasy,
Take all the pain away from me.
Maybe in another lifetime,
You'll be the one I call mine.
Because you are all I ever need,
Now it hurt so bad that you have to leave.

We're born, we live, we die.
That's called life. What is life
about? For so many, it's just
about survival. For a tiny number,
it is about acquisition of things.
For the blessed, it is about love--
love of self, love of another,
love of all. I wrote once that
the greatest thing you can ever
be is your real self. To be true to
your real self is to be true to all
others, true to the Cosmos.
Fame is a social cosmetic.
Wealth is unconscious com-
pensation for lack of self-love
and thus for lack of love for
others;  political power much
the same. Leadership is an
amalgam of real power, self-
love and love of others, and
the courage to do the right
thing. It is uncommon and
precious. To live your life
fully, you must be fully
your real self.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

Another bird sings today
in the forest of your love
Today an unknown man rows
the boat of your love.

Today you are drawing
someone's new dreams
and another sun rises
in your morning.

I hear someone else's song
in your voice of pride
Does it give you pleasure
to not think of me inside?

Maybe you've written lately
someone else's life story
Even you've given another poet
all of your love poetry.

Yes, I feel so relieved today
to see your happy smile
I don't get hurt anymore
to think of your memories.

You're having a good time
Keep it up, sweetheart
I have nothing to ask you
I will always be alright.

Nothing is wrong
when I am young
and you are beautiful
I can't wait too long
to listen to your song
when nature is wonderful.

No, maybe it's wrong
when we're unknown
and not committed
I wouldn't sing for you
Now I need to know you
and we should be committed.

Okay then alright
Give it up tonight,
Nothing has happened yet.
Yeah, you were wrong
let it go and wait a long
for a true skylight.

from the heart of the loveless