I am me.
But who am I?
I am god.

But who is god?
God is you.

I am you.

I am love.
I am fear.
I am happiness,
And I am sadness.

I am the soul, the body, and the mind.
I am wealthy and poor,
The beauty of the world.

I am love.
I am god.

I am who you are.

I am what you choose to be.
Whether you choose love or fear,
I love you.
And I know you love me.

I am the flowers.
I am the sea.
I am the sky and the clouds.

And I watch you,
And I love you,
And you love me.

You love me so much that I become you.

I am grateful,
For being you,
For being love.

So much love,
That everything becomes love.
Even death.

I am you.
I am god.
And I love you with all of my beings.

So live,
Live as if you are me,
Live as me!
Live from the love I give,
Live for you are my most beautiful creation.

And be,
Whatever you desire.
For you are my love,
And I am your being.

I love you,
Eternally.

When I speak to you
Like the rain drizzling on your skin
It hit your body
But it can’t reach your soul

I wish you can remember
The rain that you were born
Because your body might be wet
But your heart is already dry

Let me reach you
With a drop of love
And let that cold drop
Warm the heart of your soul
To remember who you are

A raindrop
In the sea of my existence

I am the greatest evil.
I wrote this poem.

A wise man once said nothing because he knew no matter what he says he is saying it to himself.
He is the sound itself
He is the time
He is everything
He is you

All arguments are meaningless because you are arguing to yourself.
Is all a joke.
A giant brilliant joke.

Like everything I’m afraid of is me.

You realize just how hard you are trying to fool yourself.

Like time is everything and everything is time.

This is so stupid that it is smart.
This is so bad that it is good.
This is so evil that it is holy
This is so beautiful that it is ugly
This is so true that it is a false
This is so brilliant that it is dumb
This is so funny that it is sad
This is so good that it is bad
This is so me that it is others
This is so crazy that it is sane
This is so big that it is small
This is so high that it is low
This is so perfect that it is imperfect
This is so impossible that it is possible
This is so normal that it is a miracle
This is so fun that it is boring
This is so hot that it becomes cold
This is so down that it becomes up
This is so light that it becomes dark
This is so good that it makes you suffer
This is so touching that it makes you cry
This is so life that it becomes who you are
This is so meaningless that it becomes meaningful
This is so great that it becomes evil
This is so much love that it becomes hate
This is so much pain that it becomes the pleasure
This is so hard that it is easy
This is so fast that it becomes slow
This is so great that you want to die




This LIE!!!
All of it!!!
Is so ******* beautiful!!!

Like I am every infinity of a second.

The fact that people pertaining to be like they don’t know each other allows them to know each other.


Like you want to make everybody know this is the you.

We are each infinite individuals.


Let’s keep going
This lie called life

Let’s keep going
This lie called time

Let’s keep going
This lie called self

Let’s keep going
This lie call love

Let’s keep playing
This game of lie


At first, you are questioning who you are, then you are questioning who is questioning who you are, then you are questioning who is questioning you questioning who you are.....


To become everything is to become infinity, to become infinity is to become one.

I am the art that is trying to make the art to art themselves.

I am the lie that’s trying to lie to themselves so they all think that it is true.

Everybody else is just me pretending to be someone else.

We are so enlightened that we unenlightened ourselves.

Like how you wrote this poem just now.

will I know when I am near,
near the brink of inexistence,
in this human form,
when I sleep a final time ?
will I know the eternal existence,
when this human form will be lost?
the cosmic stitching that holds,
my entity to this form,
will wither and loosen,
these tethers that exist,
will all be gone.
will I know when I am near?
will I know my eternal infinite form?

All people live downstream.

Copyright 2019 Tod Howard Hawks

when i've reached a proper altitude,
all will be as it should
and when i've reached that final peak
i will then be understood

silence hangs upon the valley
like a cloak of grey despair
nothing comes, nothing goes
never is there fruit to bear

so i leave my place of living,
i run across the county line
somehow i'll make it to the mountain,
no guarantee i'll come back alive

if i do then nothing changes
if i don't no one will cry
and when i've reached that final peak
i’ll finally be seen as I.

I am no poet nor elysian saint.
I am nothing more than a
living record of transgressions:
odes and testaments of
tarnished gold intentions.

it is for naught: sincere
folly to search for an
elusive inner meaning.
I cannot ascertain if
any exist. take heed to
proceed with caution

there are years which
answer; providing insight,
clarity, a gateway to serenity.

yet there are the years
yielding naught but
empty questions

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soundlessly across
the starless horizon.

these hands are riddled
with memories of all
that I burnt, broke
and dismantled.

scorch marks
embellish my skin:
lamenting cries tasting
of ashes and insidious intent.

whenever home is no longer
hospitable; the foundation
crumbling under derelict
decay and dilapidated
compassion. empathy
common sense.
boundaries.

where does one begin
unravelling the shards of
broken bonds, presuming
to eradicate the distorted
fragments of fermented
claws, kisses, and teeth?

I am a storm with skin:
volatile, tempestuous,
forever untamed by
human hands.

do not misinterpret
the agelessness of
my Soul as a catalyst
for destruction.
chaos is no longer the
joy in my heart.