HUNGRY, HOMELESS, HOPELESS

Mankind has suffered through a pandemic
from when it first set foot on Earth:  not only
killing and torture and slavery, but also hunger
and homelessness and hopelessness  Why
has it taken thousands of years for human
beings to realize, and then to create, a just
world that is still as impoverished as its poorest,
as healthy as its sickest, as ignorant as its most
uneducated? All lives on Earth are meant to be a
collaborative effort, which is called love. To love,
one must first be loved. If loved, one then has
love to give, This concatenation, this progression,
once begun, will grow exponentially, endlessly:  
it will be a pandemic in reverse:  love, not hate;  
compassion, not revenge;  sharing, not hoarding.
This is what Earth was meant to be, a lonely planet,
yes, but a home for all living creations where love
increases the more it is shared.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

"The essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun.”

Like a gold coin you sit inside me as I transcend
closer than the heart closer than the soul  
chakra of old
faint steady light
helios orb of fire
        daystar ...
                           I journey on and you light my inner path  
you shine like a beacon, in the thick of night...

Like the golden sun when it blazes like a yellow diamond
in the middle of a lovely summer afternoon
you are a cut above the rest !  
Inside me you radiate and fill me with inner strength
"Manipura"  
lustrous gem that you are,  
                                       you are the jewel of my solar plexus !  
You are the sun that lives in me,
                         the light that never fades
You give me a strong sense of self and you never abandon me.

That week was so hot,
every shotgun house gasped,
windows flung,
screen doors striking wooden frames,
their rusty springs squawking.

Touching skin felt like punishment
at first,
then penance,
then prayer.

We were thin, androgynous,
switching cut-off jeans,
sharing tank tops,
slick with sweat and shaved ice.

Strays ourselves,
barefoot thieves,
pirates of the quarter.

Hibiscus syrup stained our mouths
outside the Prytania,
where The Abyss flickered
and you cried like a boy
pretending he didn’t.

Inside your walk-up,
we dipped into quiet love
like bread in stew.

A dusty radio murmured The Ink Spots,
which I recognized but couldn’t name.
You mouthed every note like a secret
you wanted me to guess.

Faint smiling lines near your eyes
from knowing,
like you'd seen me
long before we met,
and were waiting
for the world to catch up.

Not woman,
not man,
just two bodies
leaning toward the same heat.

I wouldn't see your fall or your winter.
When the seasons change,
I’ll be gone,
back home,
watching rain from a train window,
each drop undoing what we were.

That last night,
you placed your key by the door.
I saw it,
watched it glint,
and said nothing.

The snails were climbing.
The air was too sweet.
You slept through goodbye.
I left the key where it lay.

Government. Of. Discipline.

Old and New testament

Jesus , jes means we or yes, yes us…

Jesus= yes us, we the children of G. O. D.


Je: noun. : something (such as an appealing quality) that cannot be adequately described or expressed.


Wish: verb. :feel or express a strong desire or hope for something that is not easily attainable; want something that cannot or probably will not happen.

The G.O.D didn’t stop after publishing books, they realized brick and mortar guaranteed profits, why stop at 25% from taxes when they can get another 10% in the baskets!

Money is the root of all evil but yet every bill states  “in G.O.D we trust” along with slave owner faces…

But yet the Washington Redskins was racist… they took their land and now their team, I’m not sure Commanders is any better… Commanders killed Indians… OFFENSIVE

Teachers taught Christopher Columbus was a hero not a murderer and ******.

****** is still doing damage, World War II is still going on look at all the SUPER HUMANS aka ****-heads… a special thanks to Japan, this recipe has been delightful.

“United We Stand, Divided We Fall” As 2 parties go to war breaking us apart in an effort to pick 1 leader…

Sin a result from forbidden bitten fruit, ironic how 90% of us have sin in our pockets…IPHONE

G.O.D has us paying monthly payments in order for us to be heard, recorded, tracked and followed.

When it gets really bad dilute the pain with a dozen cold cans of overpriced poison.

There’s a tax for everything you need, want and purchase… even our property and shelter…

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

don’t worry if you’re short this month just raise your debt ceiling… but yet the G.O.D has the real HollyWood spreading lies with the fake news  designed to divide us all into labelized categories.

Banks get robbed because banks are robbers, double digit interest rates hurt just as bad as bullets, 7 year terms feel like a life sentence…

At best you live 10 decades, why do we give a **** about the stuff that doesn’t really matter, time is the most valuable resource but we allowed them to confine us…

8 hours to sleep, 8 hours to work, 8 hours left of the day and all it really is “ Home, car, gas station, work, lunch, work, home and every single thing listed came with TAX!!! MoNoPoLy .
Pass go pay G.O.D $200

Done for now, to be continued…

A spiraling staircase leads below to worlds unknown

One sign resides at the top before the first step drops
———————
l   CAUTION    l
l  enter at own  l
|       RISK        |
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What thoughts race through a curious mind as you look down
As far as your eyes can see long and it keeps going
Other bystanders keep passing by never even taking a look
Until finally you decide to get close and commit to one step
WAIT! someone screams in fear for you causing you to back up
What, wait, huh , what do you mean you mutter confused
The gentleman says “ you must not be from around here “
If you were then you would know that this stairway is a trap
You reply back “ what do you mean, I don’t understand “
Just trust me kid it’s not worth your time , you must move on
Go! Get and never ever be tempted again to consider
For what lies below none of us know for one mere fact
Not one soul has ever lived to tell of what is down below
As you turn to look back down at the endless stairs that spiral
You look back at the strange man and he’s no where in sight
Your body gets chills as your mind’s thoughts cross paths
You are drawn back to that sign but this time it is totally bare
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l                       |
l                       l
|                       |
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            |              ­               ¥
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You start to get creeped out wondering, how this could be ?
But yet that dark black spiral staircase leading down remains
You put your hand on the top of the rail ¥ as you grasp it firmly
You lift your right foot to plant down on the first drop...
Don’t ! Someone screams as you retract your foot back
What do you think you’re doing ? Cant you read the sign !
The woman in a dress-suit finishes yelling  at you
You reply back what do you mean ma'am I’m confused
She firmly reaches out her arm and points her finger at the sign
———————
l         NO.       l
l  Trespassing |  
|                      |
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   ­         |                             ¥
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You plead with her you never read that or those words
But rather it stated something different before
She laughed hysterically and scary loud with her head back
And when she came back to eye level with yours .......

You couldn’t believe what you saw ..... it’s your ex-girlfriend
What in the hell? you ask as her hands turn to claws
The gentleman’s voice from before yells “ I told you so “
Run, Run, Run! He pleads but where? as you’re  cornered
The staircase the only place left to go as her eyes turn red
Thorns appear from her hair as her heels explode off
You feel stuck in place, truly lost not knowing what to do
She takes her claw and points one last time at that sign
You look in fear and cannot believe what you read
———————
l GET OUT OF l
l   MY HEAD     l
| NOW!!!!!!!!!   |
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There is a silence that swallows even the stars,
a hush that gnaws at the marrow,
where prayers turn to dust in the mouth
before they ever touch God’s ear.

I have lived there.
In the dim, stale air
where the clock ticks not to mark time,
but to carve it away from you,
piece by bleeding piece.

The faces I loved became shadows
and the shadows became heavier than the bodies
that once held them.
I have carried them all
until my hands ached with ghosts.

And still,
the world dares to bloom in spring,
mocking my frostbitten chest,
while my heart beats like a caged bird
too tired to sing,
too stubborn to die.

I am not afraid of the end.
Only of the moments before it,
when my soul will have to look at itself
and wonder why it still chose to stay
after everything it lost.

Gaze at me, with you ever-so-slight smudged lipstick
Pop-punk lyrics issuing from your perfect mouth
Dark circles from the khôl and folly
Forgiveness from your youth
Torsion of perfection into a wry smile
Sober, you say, drunk, who'll walk upon my style?
Who'll dare? I dare, in laying bare, ballet hands,
The contents of my *****; You know, friends,
I may be an actress, and pretentious,
But my ability to lie's contentious.

In darkness he rode to the castle gate,
With armor of steel and cloak of night,
Out pacing the daylight's flight.

He stormed through the castle door,
To slay the king,
Leaving the little prince in a pool of ****** dread.

Years pass, but in the still of night,
The prince chases after his father's killer,
Vengeance in his sight.

The rouge rode swiftly as the wind,
But the prince was nimble, catching him,
Then in his father's name, he did that man in.

Under the sunlight, I am only a candle,
shaking in the arms of the slightest breeze.
It’s pretty, like youth they speak of in poems,
but it never lands the same on me.

Anger, comparison, insecurity, my heavy breath.
Tears and these headphones
are the only air I know how to breathe.

Loving myself
harder than teaching fire to bow to the earth.
Gravity feels kinder than grace.

Yet in the caves where no one remembers the way,
I can still paint the dark in gold.
I can still make the cold feel warm.

I am needed.
I am loved.
Sometimes.

So tell me
do I give my light to this moment,
spill every flame into the night,
or keep it sleeping in my chest,
fearing the day when morning arrives
with a sun too cruel to touch,
and a rain too tender to notice
when it drowns me?