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The hurt was real, the pain was unsettling
I was looking for a fresh start
I knew I had to move on
With those broken pieces of my heart.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Jul 2020
If ever we wish for Peace on Earth, it will only be achieved through the praxis of love. It is strange to me that all the philosophers through the ages--from Socrates through Arendt--never realized this truth and therefore never espoused it;  rather, in varying ways, they talked in political terms of all different kinds, but never evinced the emotional, the quintessential core of which is, of course, love. Just to give two, but heinous, gargantuan examples, are the centuries of slavery and genocide throughout our world, examples that make me wonder what exactly is the true nature of us as human beings. Here we are in the year 2020 and we have over 50 totalitarian nations (out of over 200) on Earth. And we have in the United States a human being in the Oval Office who is patently a racist, a liar, a cheat, a misogynist, and, in short, a criminal who cares only about himself and not a scintilla about any other human being. Love? You will not find it at the head of our present government, nor in the despotic, tyrannical, totalitarian nations that dot our globe. But love is within each of us, and can be evoked in all of us, but only by our collective will. Read, if you will, my commentary, PEACE ON EARTH THROUGH LOVE, which you can find on MEDIUM by typing in "Tod Hawks -Medium," then scrolling down to my commentary. Thank you in advance for your interest.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia ollege, Columbia Universwity, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet, a novelist, and a human-rights advocate his entire adult lifre.
If we as human beings are meant to bring reason
Bring water out of stone
Create fame from fortune
Then, what comes next
Probably, the study of relevant subjects
That entice us, but, what do we crave
Many of us wonder, if we want a happy ending
Honestly, we want to have an ending
The story should end, even if it not be remembered
In that sense, we are truly capable of reasoning
As reasoning requires to reject the praise and goodwill of others
For a purposeful end
If we shall truly reason, we cannot let our beliefs sway
Let alone be moved by the storm of emotion or doubt
If our mind is a sail boat, let it find it's way
On a vast ocean of rationalism
However, we will always question our own self
Seldom, trusting the route
If trusting the wind
Is faith
Reason is having trust
In your sails, as the wind may come to a calm halt someday
That is God's will, perhaps.
Exploring my ideas on God, since, I do not believe in a superhuman. I do believe unchanging reasoning skills can bring us close to each other and inventiveness. How will we innovate without understanding the future prospects?
Catnip Lily Jun 2020
The colours of emotions
Was it a deceit?
Alas! Could it be egoism?
Which was yours?
Black Yellow White
A separate sensations that cannot be mixed
Consumed by confusion, it engulfed me with a silent sadness.
Being deceived can caused the other party to suffer. Egoism would lessen pain for the victim, but with these two opposite traits, a relationship may fall beyond repair..
onlylovepoetry Jun 2020
on account of you:

she says: do you know you often smile when, day dream dozing?

me says: on account of you

she says: c’mon sweet talking man, ain’t gonna fall for that hooey!

me says: hooey, phooey, on account of you

she says: nah, you writing poetry, no fooling me no more!

me says: on account of you

she says: I bet you got one of your girl friends singing to you, through
those wireless earbuds, doncha? who is it this time? a Sara or Joni?


me says: on account of you.

she says: you think big shot, you can multitask b.s. me? doing three things
at the same time!


me says: on account of you

she says: on account of you, I’m seriously ******, you don’t tell me anymore
sweet lies and alibis, probably writing an ode to one of your poetry gf babes!


me says: on account of you, can’t count no more, how many love poems in my lifetime written, and this one too, going out to you, charged to my tab, you babe,
are my account, my accountant, my accounting....
UnitingWriting Jun 2020
Oh if it's true that only love can make a home
then why is it, when I'm surrounded, I feel so alone?
And if a set of walls and a roof don't mean a thing
then why is losing it releasing such a heavy storm within?

And He said
Hold on
Don't you let go
Stay strong
Somewhere along this road you'll find a home again.

I'm tired
It feels like everything I once held dear
it slowly fades away
Give me soms quiet
and let the moments turn to memories of those early summer days.
maria Jul 2020
never thought of moving on
now I'm glad we split off
loved you like I never loved anyone before
now I know my worth

I couldn't tell if you loved me
or just couldn't have anyone else
fool me that you care
now I know I'm rare

people ask if I miss you
but I don't find anything to miss
It took me a while
to get over what I thought it was life
now I'm wondering what did i like

you ****** me off
you want to have it all
now I know what I really want
I wish you the best
and
I need you to go
found peace and closed a "case" that made me weak.

written on June 17, 2020
© ,Maria
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